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Avebury Bright
The soft chalk paths have become heavy beneath my sturdy boots Winter has enclosed the month and the ribbon roads are now much quieter Nobody has disturbed the stones today as the hour is low and very young Yet the sun is high in the blue sky and everything is illuminated In the distance I […]
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Naked
The beach is the only place where complete strangers exist in comfort in either a semi-naked or naked state with others In most other environments this behaviour would be seen as strange but on a beach this is accepted as the norm We are attracted by sand which in essence is ground down debris and […]
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The days are short This is a good opening line although rather predictable I might write God in my Hell All is Well Because of the rhyme Or I could call this poem Blind Z OR USE SIX DOTS IN BATCHES OF THREE … …
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Long Night
I dreamt that Vasco da Gama was sailing around our bedroom The moon although partially hidden by the drifting clouds Was bright enough to illuminate his voyage You were singing shanties in your sleep But I sensed distress So I placed my hand on your naked shoulder and changed your dreams You are now sailing […]
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Long Night
The quiet trees have lost their leaves Nothing entertains my window Apart from the stillness of the night I am drifting around my sole house Fading from room to room Nothing stirs Even the clocks have forgotten time
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Spanish Eyes
Caron of the Seasons has returned from Spain We are at Avebury today Studying the Wiltshire light Neither of us understands its brilliance A blind harper is singing songs of dialect He has offered us bed and board In return for a share of our cargo
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The Japanese Ferry Terminal
I am waiting with my wife and two children at a ferry terminal in Western Japan Our ferry is due in two hours We have been in Japan for three days During my stay I found a wallet containing a great deal of money in a market I handed it to the son of […]
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Ricky Martin
Over thirty years ago I worked at a bookstall on Royal Oak Underground Station Although I served a large number of people I never served Ricky Martin Today I revisited the station A lot has changed The bookstall is now closed But can still be seen With its shutters down The small booking area has […]
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A Pretty Woman Weeps
That fawn skin Her dapple dipped hair Damp from her dreams Those blue eyes Dewy and sad Her cheeks are wet For I am leaving once more And am travelling far Her shift falls open I can see her breast Her rose nipple is erect I can sense an excitement in her manner My departure […]
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Winter Field
Barren tree stumps parade in the cloying mud A lost ditch flows by quietly almost hidden The high mists are shrouding the sullen sky And the meagre crows are hunting for food In the stiff silence of a golden field