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Cricket Pavillion
You are sitting of the steps of a cricket pavilion Your pale blue shirt is partially open at the front It hangs lazily from your tanned shoulders There is no breeze I silently study your stillness From my position of retirement
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Lonely Heart
Freighter on the horizon seeks new best friend All genuine replies answered No time wasters please
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Perfect World
As you may be aware we have experienced extreme temperatures For the last couple of weeks As a supermodel I enjoy the heat although I am careful not to burn But what saddens me is that certain people spoil it for me They pass by and are sweaty in their fat bodies and sometimes smell […]
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Footpath (Coloured Crabs)
Many years ago when camping in a southern county I was told about a legendary footpath which had not been seen since 1310 This interested me so I purchased a bag of brightly coloured plastic crabs And with a great of precision I walked around the cricket pitch Throwing these toys in various directions It […]
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Brown-Pink
I remember being in bed and watching you read You were wearing a brown -pink chiffon shirt I greatly admired its gossamer-thin qualities No words had passed between us for over an hour But the air was busy with our idle chit-chat We had not stopped talking since our arrival
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Ginger
Under a small ginger bush in my ginger garden There are two figures hidden from view I have named them Pippa and Phil Both are ginger with fair complexions So I shield them from the high coastal sun Which can be quite strong at this time of year It is said that they work on […]
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The Underside of Bridges
During my many summer walks I have often detained myself Under lonely summer stone bridges Many think I am shading myself from the savage sun But the truth of my theatre is far more simple The reason that I rest under these ancient bridges Is that I enjoy the company of the yellow angels Who […]
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Waiting for the Lightning
Waiting at my window during the darkest hours These were the best minutes of my life Twice during that short period the skies were bright lit And I saw the betrayed night clouds In all their nocturnal splendour
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Sunset in Cornwall
I caught the sun in its last few moments riding Before it drifted quietly into the dark hills hiding The tide is low and awaits the calmness of the night Where it will remain without caution out of sight
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Deserted Canterbury
The streets that are normally thronged with tourists are silent now Canterbury’s shops are open and awaiting their summer trade But it does not visit them and they are beginning to fade slowly from sight As the sun skipped in and out of the clouds I noticed the pale fires beginning to glow In a […]