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Touching the Super Moon
Later this month The moon will be close I will sit on a bench With Al Robot And we will collect its dust This will be used as talcum powder By the women of our town
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Viadukt
When my dogs were young we often played a game when driving either to Budapest or to Vienna to pick up my friends from university The game was simple the first to see a railway viaduct scored a point and the creature with the most points at the end of the journey was the winner […]
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The Two Voyages of the Tom Thumb
For many years after my disappearance people searched for me which was a pointless exercise as I had never existed in the first place. I was the creation of a writer and an artist Today I am on my boat the Tom Thumb off of the coast of Chile The weather is poor and storms […]
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Experimental Poem written on a Wet November Day
Feather white cloud loud You have only minutes Before it abandons the day Take this chance Look into the sky And admire the fleeing angels They will not return
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The November Tree
The November tree stands bold against the afternoon sky Most of its leaves have fallen Leaving it stripped of life In the distance I can see the dying sun Night is near and a solitary pigeon Miles from its warm home stands guard It will remain there until the darkness takes its toll And then […]
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Eddie Stobart
When my nieces and nephews were young we often played a game when driving either to Norwich or to Warwick The game was simple, the first person to see an Eddie Stobart lorry scored a point and the person with the most points at the end of the journey was the winner It was easy […]
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G.W.O. Addleshaw
I am standing at your window Looking at the lush countryside That surrounds your house A horse is staring at me As it always does when I visit you Rebecca is wearing her red coat And is going to the shop with Sacheverell My apple pie is cooling on the table We will eat it […]
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Dawn Delphinine Red
Each November as soon as the clocks are changed Delphinine and I climb the steep red hill and begin our search for her missing sister She vanished over fifty years ago when passing through the Panama Canal For five years we searched Central America for and visited the major cities in multiples of seven That […]
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The Last Day of October
Swarms of red rose ladybirds Hang heavily in the autumn air We are sharing a drink on our summer seat And should not be there at all As September has passed And October is spent Save for a day But what a day This day of golden avenues With its warm breezes and gentle light […]
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The Nude Assassin
1 In celebration of my birthday my sister gave me a railway book which showed a likeness of Basel Railway Station on the 9th of December 1853 My sister is 1.70 meters tall and has average sized breasts with almost symmetrical areolas She removes all her body hair as she considers it more hygienic What […]