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The Cruelty of the Season
Descending Angels Will always freeze As they are known to descend rapidly They will settle on the branches of frozen trees And seek little warmth This is the cruelty of the season The Garden of the Dead Only Grand Masters can be buried In the Garden of the Dead As their understanding of death […]
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Salisbury High Light
November closing Light and bright Your warmth chills me
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Bright Sun Late November
The town is not resting As it is half blind Dazzled by the west sun Its sight will return As night approaches
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Las Palmas
Las Palmas In a dream a failed politician ordered many cases of fine wine I knew this to be a scam So I reported him to the authorities Last week he committed suicide By throwing himself from his apartment window His daughter owned the apartment She is married to my son Who lives with his […]
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Digging Deep Canary
Digging Deep Canary The poor canary one of the so called sentinel species are no longer used to alert the miners to the presence of carbon monoxide It appears that our feathered friend breathing rate its size and metabolism caused it to die quickly if carbon monoxide was present thus giving the miners an early […]
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San Marino Junction
Each of the leaves Broken by its own weight Floats away from the mother tree
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Orange Trees
Orange Trees Although you have been stripped of your leaves Your dignity remains You refresh each frost During those exiled months By remembering the gentle dews of summer Orange Trees You have changed from orange To a comfortable brown The pale blue sky Hides your exhaustion Orange Trees When the long nights of […]
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The Unity of Opposites
Travelling with Phillip If I take the road to Norwich My journey will be same There and back The only thing that will differ Will be your conversation Bathwater On Tuesdays and Thursdays My brother Phillip Prepares baths For both his sisters However due to the lateness of their day they often choose […]
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Phillip and his Two Sisters
Phillip and his Two Sisters My brother Phillip has two sisters One has raven black hair The other is a cornfield blonde They often wear wigs To confuse him Phillip and his Two Sisters My brother Phillip has two sisters I am married to one And live with the other Phillip is not […]
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Wishing myself in my sweetheart’s armes whose little duckys I trust shortly to kysse
I agree with your sentiments But be aware Of the lands beyond Which gather no favours For the careless explorer From a letter written by King Henry the Eighth and believed to refer to Anne Boleyn’s breasts