Category Archives: Poetry

Dear exclamation mark – an apology

It seems I have come to a stage in my career when I must embrace the exclamation mark. All opinions expressed are my own and I hope to be a reformed character soon.

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Dear exclamation mark – an apology

It seems I have come to a stage in my career when I must embrace the exclamation mark. All opinions expressed are my own and I hope to be a reformed character soon.

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Ode to a pack of wafer thin turkey ham

O! Pack of wafer thin turkey ham, I love your processed pink, Reconditioned, compressed meat. Tightly vacuum packed in plastic sleeve. Sweating unashamedly on discount shelf. Battered box; yellow stickered underbelly, 62 pence down from 2.29 Leap into my basket

Ode to a pack of wafer thin turkey ham

O! Pack of wafer thin turkey ham, I love your processed pink, Reconditioned, compressed meat. Tightly vacuum packed in plastic sleeve. Sweating unashamedly on discount shelf. Battered box; yellow stickered underbelly, 62 pence down from 2.29 Leap into my basket

‘Lose your words in a high wind’ – my grandma’s favourite poem what I wrote like.

  ‘Lose your words in a high wind’ Farewells flung at parting trains, And thrown from cliffs To sailing ships. Retorts muttered as asides The thees, the prithies, the thou arts. Radios left on; No-one hears, forgotten song.   I

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‘Lose your words in a high wind’ – my grandma’s favourite poem what I wrote like.

  ‘Lose your words in a high wind’ Farewells flung at parting trains, And thrown from cliffs To sailing ships. Retorts muttered as asides The thees, the prithies, the thou arts. Radios left on; No-one hears, forgotten song.   I

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When choosing a husband

                The Mother lay on her death bed, Her daughter by her side, “You can tell a gentleman alone by his shoes,” “Your father was a fine gentleman, With fine stitching upon his

When choosing a husband

                The Mother lay on her death bed, Her daughter by her side, “You can tell a gentleman alone by his shoes,” “Your father was a fine gentleman, With fine stitching upon his

The Synthetic Shambhala

The Synthetic Shambhala City slickers, highfliers, Blue collared clerks, And down and out workers. Each leans back; collective sigh. Train departs station at scheduled time. Mind the gap; doors closing Away from the rain and handshaking lies. To a place

The Synthetic Shambhala

The Synthetic Shambhala City slickers, highfliers, Blue collared clerks, And down and out workers. Each leans back; collective sigh. Train departs station at scheduled time. Mind the gap; doors closing Away from the rain and handshaking lies. To a place

The Bumbleless Orange Bumblebee

The Bumbleless Orange Bumblebee Imagine if you will What it is to be, A harmless buzzing, bumbling bee. But for some bees to bumble is supplementary, For example The Bumbleless Orange Bumble Bee. Orange he is, But a  bee he

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The Bumbleless Orange Bumblebee

The Bumbleless Orange Bumblebee Imagine if you will What it is to be, A harmless buzzing, bumbling bee. But for some bees to bumble is supplementary, For example The Bumbleless Orange Bumble Bee. Orange he is, But a  bee he

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