"uxbridge" poems - Hello Poetry

Margy shouts her advice from outside Greggs unsolicited, but often needed usually it concerns fashion - the choice of a scarf - inappropriate shoes for the weather - or the state of a pair of trousers, hanging and baring a cleavage (“No one wants to see that, dear.”) Margy can be relied upon to wear the same distinct socks – draped around her stocking feet, their multi-coloured design now greyed by wear and the Uxbridge Road. Margy is more reliable than her friends and she tells them as much (“You’re all a bunch of time wasters.”) demanding more loyalty and demands from me enough for a cup of tea - a very expensive one apparently. And on a Sunday, she’ll kneel and pray throughout the early Eucharist, declining the bread and wine (”On, no dear. It’s not a habit I want to cultivate.”)

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Jun 19, 2022

Jun 19, 2022 at 3:26 PM UTC

stevejeff

Margy's advice

Margy shouts her advice from outside Greggs unsolicited, but often needed usually it concerns fashion - the choice of a scarf - inappropriate shoes for the weather - or the state of a pair of trousers, hanging and baring a cleavage (“No one wants to see that, dear.”) Margy can be relied upon to wear the same distinct socks – draped around her stocking feet, their multi-coloured design now greyed by wear and the Uxbridge Road. Margy is more reliable than her friends and she tells them as much (“You’re all a bunch of time wasters.”) demanding more loyalty and demands from me enough for a cup of tea - a very expensive one apparently. And on a Sunday, she’ll kneel and pray throughout the early Eucharist, declining the bread and wine (”On, no dear. It’s not a habit I want to cultivate.”)

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I hope I see the moon in the British Aisles So I can imagine myself staring from home. I hope I see the moon from Belgium as I imagine the old lover I will never forget gazing, exhausted, from Uxbridge. I hope I seee the moon from Paris so I can imagine the millenia of poets and I-love-you-till-it-kills-me romancers gazing from French cafes, sipping on their wine, coffee, tea and I think of great friends in Victoria, glancing towards it from busses 9 hours later on a commute to Uptown Downtown what town? I hope I see the moon from Vancouver so I can imagine child-me watching the white of the cheese-like craters wondering nothing but so, so very curious. I hope I see the moon from Toronto past smog and spring-time city shadows so I can imagine the short-lived friends I made in Ottawa looking to it with awe and smiles grasping the fingers of a loved one. Everytime I see that great omnipotent orb I imagine Marcus Aurelius in the court of Rome Julius Caesar on the battlefields of Gaul Charlemagne crossing the Rhine St. Augustine marching through the desert Micochondrial Adam tossing a spear into the heart of a boar Soldiers of the American Revolution the British war for South Africa the Prussian Empire the Third ***** Siddhartha and his son Li Po hugging his moonlit reflection Han Shan on cold mountain Kerouac in San Francisco Burroughs in Morocco Snyder in Japan Thomas walking to work Brian out on a stroll My future life lover future girlfriends all gazing at that wonderful omnipotent moon the same moon that gazes so still so patient forever as far as I'm concerned.

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Dec 9, 2012

Dec 9, 2012 at 5:23 PM UTC

tread

The Watcher and the Watching

I hope I see the moon in the British Aisles So I can imagine myself staring from home. I hope I see the moon from Belgium as I imagine the old lover I will never forget gazing, exhausted, from Uxbridge. I hope I seee the moon from Paris so I can imagine the millenia of poets and I-love-you-till-it-kills-me romancers gazing from French cafes, sipping on their wine, coffee, tea and I think of great friends in Victoria, glancing towards it from busses 9 hours later on a commute to Uptown Downtown what town? I hope I see the moon from Vancouver so I can imagine child-me watching the white of the cheese-like craters wondering nothing but so, so very curious. I hope I see the moon from Toronto past smog and spring-time city shadows so I can imagine the short-lived friends I made in Ottawa looking to it with awe and smiles grasping the fingers of a loved one. Everytime I see that great omnipotent orb I imagine Marcus Aurelius in the court of Rome Julius Caesar on the battlefields of Gaul Charlemagne crossing the Rhine St. Augustine marching through the desert Micochondrial Adam tossing a spear into the heart of a boar Soldiers of the American Revolution the British war for South Africa the Prussian Empire the Third ***** Siddhartha and his son Li Po hugging his moonlit reflection Han Shan on cold mountain Kerouac in San Francisco Burroughs in Morocco Snyder in Japan Thomas walking to work Brian out on a stroll My future life lover future girlfriends all gazing at that wonderful omnipotent moon the same moon that gazes so still so patient forever as far as I'm concerned.

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As I float through my memories I always drift to Uxbridge. The hidden gem of the inspirational isle, home of Green Hill and Fire Pit. The angels took root and settled on the southern grounds of the temple, while the devout and matured assembled , and the children dreamed and wrestled Days of unadulterated enjoyment in the pools and the meadows green, the original music created emanated from inspired beings. I can still feel the vibrations, they rock me to sleep. When I fall into the sky, I'll return to Uxbridge Street.

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Apr 24, 2014

Apr 24, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC

DerekBErig

Uxbridge

As I float through my memories I always drift to Uxbridge. The hidden gem of the inspirational isle, home of Green Hill and Fire Pit. The angels took root and settled on the southern grounds of the temple, while the devout and matured assembled , and the children dreamed and wrestled Days of unadulterated enjoyment in the pools and the meadows green, the original music created emanated from inspired beings. I can still feel the vibrations, they rock me to sleep. When I fall into the sky, I'll return to Uxbridge Street.

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