Tag: poems
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Yellow
The schools shut in the UK yesterday. I went to the gates to collect my younger son. I was worried i would cry. But, as i got there i saw the daffodils bobbing in the breeze, their petals escaping around the green iron bars of the school fence. They were peeping out, saying ‘can we…
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Upstairs
I have spent the whole week Struggling to speak To my youngest son, who has been Quite determined to press Every button to stress His disgust at the current regime. He has screamed, he has wailed He has fought and has railed ‘Gainst the system within which he exists. What he hasn’t devined Is that…
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Parsimony
I sometimes wonder whether I spend my time wisely Or whether I squander it on fripperies Of action. What is of best value Trekking the contours of a newfound adventure Unlike your feet bleed but your heart is full Or Listening to the still body echo The tiny repeating call of my bones And listening…
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Blank
I haven’t written a poem in ages. My pen sticks to sketching, My words have gone dark. I’ve not been rhyming I’ve not written ditties. It’s brush strokes these days that I work. Perhaps I have hoisted myself from the depths I really don’t know why I’ve stopped. I think it’s a temporary, interim thing…
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on realising one’s age
I wouldn’t call it a crisis More a stasis Standing still, taking stock Did I do it, did I make it Follow my path, make my dreams I was going to run the world – Bank. I was going to break the mould I did break a few – Some on purpose. But, my potential,…
Stitch This 