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Edward Burne-Jones
Rudi and Gerti went sailing But Heinrich Muller did not As he had broken his leg After falling from a horse It was a fine day But a husk of black cloud Hung over the distant horizon Which promised later storms Heinrich had written a short letter From Dante Gabriel Rossetti It read Poor old […]
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The Poetry Field
The poetry field is green at present Which surprises me as we are in November I wonder how long this renaissance will last
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Praise from a Vanishing Point
Tom Tyger slept in a white room On a red bed With a blue pillow Each night he dreamt of Friendly flags flowing freely In the winter winds
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Muse
I suppose you could call me socially illiterate fuck Then do arsehole Enjoy your trip into the gutter Which you call home But does your likeness hang in celebrated galleries? You thought I said celebrated gallantries Did you not? You are deaf as well as stupid I think that this answers your question […]
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Southern Green
When I was very small I met an engine driver Who was very tall He asked if I was a driver to be Who would drive through Kent And down to the sea I said I wanted to be a station-master As I knew the trains Would get faster and faster He said hop on […]
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Calais Youth
The youth who parted from his parents and his aunt on the 9th of January 1825 and who left London on Tuesday the 18th of January after his return from Calais on the morning of the 16th is informed that all matters are settled and beg that he will not defer writing to enable them […]
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Vincent
The healthy technician stole a painting by Vincent From an art gallery In the city of angels It was a painting of sunflowers in a vase He kept it in a darkened room As he could not afford to power the single bulb The sunflowers brought him a joy That he had not experienced Since […]
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The Foam Funnels of Frenchay Hospital
The foam funnels of Frenchay Hospital Amused my father When he was seriously ill They were demolished ten years before my birth So I was never able to share their humour
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Living in Southern Counties
Amaryllis and Jonas her German cousin were walking on the slight chalk path that led to the farmhouse On either side of them were barley fields nearing maturity Amaryllis looked at the rough flowers that hid in the long grass on the edge of the crop fields She picked a small red flower and handed […]
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Mist Milk and Honey
Every morning when I wake up I open my eyes and look at the Marlborough Downs Unless it is misty Or if the rain is hard Then all I can see is the rough grey road Today the mist is quite thick Almost fog And I have bored of the road Quite quickly So I […]