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She had a seductive pout
Which excited me - I admit it
I thought I might take her out
And just one bullet did it.

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I have long been fascinated
by incessant oscillation
which starts
in a vision
of the human condition.

Futilile decadence
seeks new synthesis.

Postmodern discourse
recylcling the culture
will transform soon
in a modern structure
with spatial forms testament
soon to be frozen
where all futures epitaphs
float by the dozen.

Upon the heart
contracted love
imprints a kiss
and gentle winds
play tender tunes
of love that’s sealed
by legal stamp.

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A plate of pink prawns

They are ready to consume

Are they born naked?



In drunken stupor

Slowly sinking to the ground

Cuddling a lamppost.

Once bound in steel inviolable
repression bands are soon  unlocked
when influenced by passions rule
which previously firm pride forbade.

Already drawn to fully span
the sadness sloughed and soon replaced
to manifest the plighted faith
by novelty of love’s first bite.

As silvered moonlight starts to fade
the slowly rising off-white sun
peers down on field and vale
where leafless, flowerless stalks and stems
stand sentinel in lingering snow
and early snowdrops raise their heads
in harmony with natures call.

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Embowered within a leafy glade
where virtues vapours float in air
inhaled in spectres fervency
released by Prospero’s wand.

Flexile dreams unleavened yet
will rise to inspiration’s zest
presentiments of what will be
maintain a station deep within.

As ships which rail upon the sea
and thoughts which float on dimpled plains
when furnished by a pen these dreams
will sit in frames of antique gold.

Chasing squawking circling gulls
the swirling sparks in drifts of wind
sweep wide across the white drained sand
where isolated pools now lie
like blackened clothing idly cast
beneath the salted wood stained air.

With daylight draining from the west
the days veneer of footprints left
are  washed away by inward tide
in complex hours of twilight sky
as ashes slowly drift.

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Fully qualified
Renowned archaeologist
Career in ruins.

Compress the buttocks
Discrete pressure effected
Liberate the wind.

Commercial jet airliner
High in the sky
Boeing seven four seven.

There’s a hole in my quilt I must patch it.
There’s a hole in my sock I must **** it.
There’s a hole in my *** I must ..……!

Clear glass window pane
Large vistas of beyondness
Winter approaches.

The art of complexity
eclipsed by simplicity.


Artistic skills are augmented
when perspective becomes instinctive.

A secret shelter by design

whose function is primarily

providing unseen sanctuary

discretely hiding all that’s there

elasticated underwear.

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Regional accents
At sea as they are on land
Listen to herrings.

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As silence calmed and evening reigned
she ceased to note the hour of day.

She fell as guest to natures arms
with crowns of apprehension flown
she entered her Elysium.

In sleep her garlands of reserve
with transient petulance forgone.

In innocence of pride and wealth
and faculty of thought regained
she woke in festal light.

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A place of calm tranquillity
where springtime flowers kiss the wind
and foliage sings in music tones
a wall, some paling, or a post
a safe support to bear the fruit
in gentle breeze and softening rain
in sylvan spring and summer sun
a place of calm tranquillity

Books unread
Words unsaid
Decisions disengaged.


Tears shed
Words said
Hearts heal.


Nose streaming
Breath steaming
White winter.

A new life promised
Feverish preparations
Dreams may soon be true.

Grim resolution
An impediment declared
Marriage disavowed.

‘’Let’s play darts’’ the animals cluck
but when they get the arrows out
ducks chicken out and chickens  duck.

Above the multi-mullioned windows
chimneys ****** their brick and stone
beside the stately sycamores
which wave and sing to simple chords
conducted by the wandering breeze

Reaching down from branch and limb
and silvered by the moons first touch
where softened contrasts merge as one
their night time shadows shift and sway
on wood side tracks and gravelled paths

Into this scene a girl appears
a gentle lass of summers few
unpractised in the arts of life
and waiting for the warming sun
to melt the ice of youths reserve

Light of foot she strokes the ground
with shoes which dance to simple chords.

A horrible fall.
Alone with both legs broken
I must run for help

A word to the wise
Advice is what I offer
But you are stupid

FULL CIRCLE



Grey smoke from chimneys
staining the brick work
of back to back houses
where washing hangs limply
on string over alleys.

Grubby faced children
skipping on cobbles
sitting on doorsteps
waiting for fathers
in pits down below.

Fathers emerging
black faced and weary
straight to the bath tub
as coals in the boilers
send grey smoke from chimneys.

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In matters of ‘***’
why is it that some
think knickers are best
when  carefully pressed.

Just leave them crinkly;
or to put it quite simply:
in places not sunny
the  *** is not fussy.

A new life begins
Feverish preparations
Dreams are realised.

Grim resolution
An impediment declared
Marriage disavowed.

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No longer lit by festal breath
the pollard willows sway and stretch
brushed gently by the sighing breeze
they melodize as church bells toll
I walk the lonely road.

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Tracing freedoms path
In glorious liberty
Discoveries made.


Soapbox arbiter
preaching in empty spaces
a raised voice unheard.

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Deviate from truth
Colour with passion and soul
Artistic licence.
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Draw only to guide
Blow aside the rubber dust
The lines disappear.

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Photography shows the truth
Art shows the soul.

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A forlorn place
where nettles bend
and in their court
still wet with rain
from crying clouds
its wrapping torn
the colours bleached
its petals bowed, translucent now
in shades of pastel grey.

Unlocked by stirred ascendancy
with chilled resolve to liberate
the world contemned by narrow minds
they stoked the coals of fiery  love
and  burned in lusts embrace.

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Night
start breaking
be  gone



Night
so dark
start breaking
fade away
be gone
be morning



So dark
fade away
be morning

Illumined by the embers glow
that glimmer still in darkest tracts
as hope falls damp on smouldering coal
where victims of the bowstring lie.

By natures impulses that wane.
and truth grains fail in barren lands
the pledges made are all transgressed
by solemn doctrines entertained.

All hope contained in crescent form
is tossed upon unquieted seas
which wash the shores of solitude
where blood falls cold on wave-wet stone.

These places not for novice eyes
No hope to consummate repose
No gold to glisten on the hand.

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I looked with joy this Friday morn
at seasons changes subtly drawn
as imprints left on **** rimed grass
began to fade and ice like glass
began to melt as sun broke through
on frosted webs and merging dew
with welcome sounds of seasons tread
the signs of spring began to spread.

Seen as coeval
Age conveyed no relevance
Together as one.

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As notes of tearless silence played
he cast a net of flattery
and hearing fawning  words of love
that echoed from his courtly mouth,
unheeded by past lessons learnt,
she sanctified advances made.

Wrapped within his influences
opposing all iniquity,
his admonitions once expressed
by subjugation now rebuked
and rumours bruited cast aside
with conscious falsehoods entertained.

By impulse of a beating heart
her rising blush betrayed
the pulsing blood of innocence
that flowed to his desires.

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A petticoat Government

of candyfloss pirates

waxing exultant

and careless in diction

with heavy brogue accent

its speaking displeases

assaulting the ear.

Wind born sand in barren landscapes.
Rusty red but little shelter
in the hut where he was born.

The toddler played with guns of wood
where thirst and hunger both  prevailed.
His early childhood soon foregone.

And as he grew he never tired
of tales told of battles fought,
imposing on his fertile mind.

And when the khaki jeep slowed down
his brown eyes opened shiny wide,
and on he jumped with  keen embrace.

Remote and bleak the training ground
where fostered skills gave birth to anger
aimed at non existent foes.

And then to join the fighting cause
yet still a boy he died in vain,
before his chin had seen a blade.

Dearth of affection
Denied an education
Driven to despair.

Deep in precious thought
Dynamic ruminations
Decisions are made.

A dreamer he
will no more be
he dived in the pond to capture the moon
let’s hope they retrieve his body soon.

There was young lass called Meg
who went to work on an egg
but the weight of her ***
caused the shell to succumb
and the yolk  dribbled all down her leg.

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The young lad did feel glum
He’d stuffed a strawberry up his ***
And yet it came as quite a shock
When Mum sent him to see the Doc
‘Mmm’ said the Doc ‘you’ve been a prat
I’d best prescribe some cream for that’.

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I may have been rather ambitious
when I asked for a dog for Christmas
and boy did I get shirty
when all I got was turkey.