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137 · Dec 2019
CHRISTMAS DECS
Michael Edwards Dec 2019
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I really feel ******
I’m a minimalist
And I’m feelin’ the stress
for the house looks a mess.

At my wife’s behest
the Christmas decs
are now in place
and I have to face
that there they’ll stay
tlll new years day
when down they’ll come – hip hip hooray!

But I still feel ******
I’m a minimalist
And I’m feelin’ the stress
for the house looks a mess.
136 · Jan 2019
NO MORE A DREAMER
Michael Edwards Jan 2019
A dreamer he
will no more be
he dived in the pond to capture the moon
let’s hope they retrieve his body soon.
136 · Dec 2018
A GRAIN OF SAND
Michael Edwards Dec 2018
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.
135 · Dec 2019
STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM
Michael Edwards Dec 2019
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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’.
130 · Feb 2019
DON'T TRY IT
Michael Edwards Feb 2019
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A wet kiss is better than a dry kipper.
130 · Jul 2020
WHERE NO MEN TREAD
Michael Edwards Jul 2020
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Beneath umbrageous canopies
the contiguity of growth
forms adamantine barriers
where brambles arc in underwood.

There lost  in damp obscurity
and muffled by the quaggy moss,
a stolid land with sounds unheard
in supernatural silences.

And in the grey of leaden dawn
the chilling tones of slate blue skies
reflect  in drops of cold wet dew;
in lands where no men tread.
124 · Feb 2022
LIMERICK 87
Michael Edwards Feb 2022
Using the loo overcome with unease
for the toilet roll’s empty if you please
so with pants round shoes
a waddle ensues
as he makes his way to the local Sainsburys.
123 · Dec 2019
CHRISTMAS CRACKERS (1)
Michael Edwards Dec 2019
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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.
Michael Edwards Feb 2020
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For those travelling to London we will arrive
before it gets dark at 4.30.

For those travelling to March I’m sorry to say
you’ll get there a  month too early.
119 · Dec 2019
HIDDEN IRONY
Michael Edwards Dec 2019
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We owe a duty and we ought
to stop and give a little thought
to those who will this Christmas be
devoid of friends and company.

So if there’s someone all alone
please get in touch by telephone.
I’m asking friends for drinks and eats
and I desperately need some extra seats
118 · Oct 2019
AS AUTUMN TURNS
Michael Edwards Oct 2019
How grey the slippery pathways lie
on days like this when affluent rain
falls heavy on the thirsty land.

See how the  watery rays of  light
turned silver plated in the mist
reflect upon the heath topped hills
which dip their feet in shining seas
where  silk white stallions dance.

Listen to the  keening winds
as lanyards tap and squawking gulls
skim low across the paynes grey waves.
112 · Jan 2019
A SIMPLE MAN
Michael Edwards Jan 2019
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But little modified by time,
beyond  a sea of rare constraint
and far removed from shore and heather,
lay the slopes and wooded hills
where labourers toiled in distant fields
through sleet and snow and sun and rain.

Set deep within this vista’s folds
a simple house of slate and stone,
declared by upright pointing stack
where curling smoke reached out
and punctuated hedge and vale
to touch a sheeted sky.

His home beneath the mossy slate,
blind circumstances led him there,
In congregations high esteem
a man of opaque piety
who never trod the stony path
which leads to fortunes door.
106 · Jun 2020
YET SLEEP ALONE
Michael Edwards Jun 2020
Yet sleep alone abstracts design
of supernatural agencies
the transit of their ghost like forms
their flowing frills and furbelows.



Yet sleep alone abstracts design
when daylight falters ending day
and reason exercises sense
in ruminating silences.
105 · Jun 2020
DESERTED NOW
Michael Edwards Jun 2020
The burning  light of summer sun
its  fire-light fingers  reach between
the shed door slats and delve the dark
where  knots of matted web are spun
unseen by sun blind eyes.

Deserted now no more the sounds
of men in sheds
who cared the grounds
and left behind the roses.
105 · Jan 2020
HELD BY ALL
Michael Edwards Jan 2020
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The light he shines around him thrown
place him within his shadows zone.

He never sees the light he shines,
the good he brings to all mankind.

He’s held by all in high esteem,
a light by others freely seen.
104 · Jan 2020
TOLD ONCE
Michael Edwards Jan 2020
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told
once
their tales
in wild dreams
by the breezes borne  
across the wild mystic byways
covered there in faery dust their ghost in spectres floats  
across the wild mystic byways
by the breezes borne
in wild dreams
their tales
once
told
A FIBs -  I didn’t find this one easy – getting it to read both ways was the challenge whilst still observing the syllable count and maintaining meter  – it was weeks in the ‘in-box’ and was only completed after many adjustments – and I still think there’s room for improvement.
104 · Jun 2020
IT'S
Michael Edwards Jun 2020
A fact that’s often misconceived
as many an angler will confirm
it’s not the depth at which you fish
it’s how you wiggle your worm.
100 · Jan 2020
POETRY
Michael Edwards Jan 2020
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A thought that transports the mind,
captured before it’s forgotten.
That for me is poetry
in language sublimely defined.
93 · Jan 2019
WINTER CLOSES (2)
Michael Edwards Jan 2019
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An off-white sun disc slowly rises
peering down on field and vale
as weakling dawn gains energy
and leafless, flowerless stalks and stems
stand sentinel in lingering snow.

The snowdrops raise their nodding heads
beside the manufactory
where early workers whistle low
while toiling at their weaving looms
in harmony with natures songs
which hang in cloud laced skies.
A re-work of the poem published yesterday.
82 · Jan 2020
3 575s
Michael Edwards Jan 2020
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Antipathy stirred
Indignation awakened
Emotions released

Turbulent impulse
Words of vengeance delivered
Revenge flows sweetly.

A shadowy room
Embers fade to a dull glow
Eyelids slowly close.

— The End —