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martin Jun 2012
I must have been missing something
Without realising
Scares me a bit
How much I think about you now
How I would miss you if you were gone
I'd be ok, I'd be fine
Go back to like before
Tickedy boo
Without you

But I would feel a loss
I'm not the only one to feel this way
I think you feel it too
I'm surprised
I have become a partial prisoner
Before my very eyes
A willing hostage
Going for a ride
martin Jun 2012
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      weather disappoints
union flag drips rain drops
       spirits undaunted


           continuity
sixty years not a foot wrong
  wave your flag for her
This weekend we celebrate 60 years of dedicated service from our Queen.
We love her and we are so proud of her.
martin May 2012
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      big fat juicy worm                                  
blackbird fighting for his prize                
       tug of war ensues                                    


    storm discarded twigs
slow water under the bridge
   play poo sticks with me
martin May 2012
Help me dig this tough old plant
roots all mats like a rasta's head
flowers look alright I grant
but it aims to dominate this bed

Blooming with a pretty yellow
don't remember by what name
dig it up with me good fellow
it's become a proper pain

Strongest fork, in real deep
coming out like rotten teeth
every bit now, fossick down
go to hell, what's this we've found?

Clanking heavy rusty metal
tumbles from the fork
that my dear - now I could be wrong -
looks rather like a blinkin' bomb!

So I made the call
local bobbies came look see
took a photo, got i.d.
then we made a cup of tea

Call the bomb squad, you can never tell
firing X-rays, diagnosis solid stable anti-aircraft shell
that was it, they took it away
the end of our unusual day
martin May 2012
they don't read poems
poor souls, scratching and headless
don't write them either


country lane bike ride
T-shirt flapping like a jib
three sheets to the wind
Good bike riding area around here, lots of small roads leading to pubs.
martin May 2012
Obama fulfills his destiny
  as the president born
        to campaign.
Just a personal observation from a Brit who knows very little about American politics.
martin May 2012
migrant in the trees
what language is he using?
willow warble-ish!


young brood of blackbirds
panic stations, screech alarm!
sparrowhawk about


two ears above wheat
lower slowly as we pass
pretend not to see!
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