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  Apr 2018 Ju Clear
Alan McClure
Me and Robin
rockhopping
round seaweeded,
barnacled beaches
where the river
shakes hands
with the sea

When up pops an otter.
Straight out the silver waves
it comes
and starts chattering at us
in Japanese.

I scratch my head.
Robin looks baffled.
The otter is urgently
incomprehensible.

We look around
on the offchance
that a Japanese tourist might be around
and willing to translate,
but we're the only ones there.

"I wish my dad was here,"
I say,
"Or Auntie Lynn,"
adds Robin,
but they're not
and we lack their talent
for languages.

We try our best
with shrugs and gestures
but all we have is apologies.

Eventually,
with a tetchy 'sayonara',
the otter slips back through the waves
leaving us
none the wiser.
Ju Clear Sep 2017
Love thy knashers
Come on love yourself I know it's late and an effort 
A bit baked
You have lost many 
One for Lilly
One for Freddy
One for Jerry
One for Clary
One knocked out by accident long ago
My smile gone for a while 
Distracted whacked
You can do this brush them knashers
It will be too late than you think
Enjoy those knashers 
It's later then you think
Enjoy yourself 
Knashers are not a dress rehearsal
Teeth for thought  brushing teeth
Ju Clear Sep 2017
Polly Anna
Pollyanna you are my wheel of nutrition .
For 8 yrs you have empowerd me in your humid heat
You have made all the veggies for our plate
Lifted the weight of decisions from my head.
Seasonal is how we role .
Thank you Pollyanna for your warm embrace .
The ambudence of your veg is emense
Polly Anne oh my polly tunnel of nurtritional love 
With a new skin your keep on giving
Keeping a family in your season grow.
Seasonal is how we role
I love you Pollyanna my tunnel of meditation
My kitchen would not be the same without you .
Your solace is much needed come brexit
Seasonal is how we role
Food for thought while in my Polly tunnel
Ju Clear Sep 2017
Pollyanna you are my wheel of nutrition .
For 8 yrs you have empowerd me in your humid heat
You have made all the veggies for our plate
Lifted the weight of decisions from my head.
Seasonal is how we role .
Thank you Pollyanna for your warm embrace .
The ambudence of your veg is emense
Polly Anne oh my polly tunnel of nurtritional love 
With a new skin your keep on giving
Keeping a family in your season grow.
Seasonal is how we role
I love you Pollyanna my tunnel of meditation
My kitchen would not be the same without you .
Your solace is much needed come brexit
Seasonal is how we role
Harvesting food for thought in my Polly tunnel
Ju Clear Aug 2017
Oh trumpy wumpy what's going down .
You can't go about town with those sort of vibes around
Your good news music has been profound some would say you have lost the plot
We would so like you more if you were not around.
Come on America rise up take action let's bring this clown down .
Oh trumpy wumpy what's going down.
Please stop making those sort of sounds
Peace on earth is the vibe we won't around.
Come on people of the land seize the power .
Make kindness your leader .
kindness Rules
Fed up with Trump
Ju Clear May 2017
Sea shore
Your wonders are immense
Shells starfish sand and sideways scampering ***** .
My eyes are full of your magnificence
Jelly fish stranded seaweed crunch.
My thoughts are dancing in your glory
Stones skeletons and sea potatoes
My feet crunch under your feasting table
Oyster shells winkles mussels and whelks limpets cockles .
My mind sings with
Story's washed up on the beach ,boots plastic bottles rubber gloves .
I will be back too delight my senses in
driftwood rafts , mingled in too the glory of a new story .
I will never bore while walking a new shore .
Take a bag and recycle our human waste from the many shores
  Feb 2017 Ju Clear
Moonsocket
The old heads sell distraction

Different prints and different licks

Concrete beds display the newest fashion

Pick them hearty while declaring  dysfunction

Beam another bystander towards  electro shock

Tastefully tenacious in it's rearranging

Bars for consumption

The eyes suggest cancellation

Now you declare this space fit for sanity

Now I crumble for chaos

Displaced for a momentary diplomacy

but lines blur inside a mind prone to wandering

Remnants gather for a pre shatter shindig

A bright glow illuminates conviction

How coy these means for destruction

a shell claiming stability

a vessel containing absurdity

Crack seat sofa with the medical magazines

Wait on a number for my neutral reckoning  

Diagnostics come free

A proper requiem is not included
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