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This is a collection of deeply serious and straight faced poetry.
This is not 
the notebook based ramblings of a copywriter who likes long words.
That would be silly. 
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Dogs In A Sunlit Park

Flying fur and joyous paws,

bringing fun to those outdoors.

Big and small and thin and fat,

who could help but smile at that.

 

Chasing, darting, bouncing balls,

echoing barks off low park walls,

why take your lunch indoors?

When joy roams free on just four paws.

A Friend Remembered

We had not talked for year on year,

but I thought to come and meet you here,

to ask to know of days I missed,

of friends estranged and lovers kissed.

I thought to meet one warm spring day,

to share a drink and while away,

yet here I stand in sunshine's shadow,

as Sunday wanes and daylight narrows.

Awaiting someone I fear I've missed,

expecting a step, a laugh, a smile,

for a friend like them,

I think I'll sit and wait a while.

Sunday

I'm gaming inexpertly,

all hands and no thumbs.

She's four blankets deep,

asleep with a dragon.

 

The air is warm with lamplight.

She sniffles, the nest shifting,

a hand appears, is clasped,

and fetches a smile.

 

It's Sunday and it's late, 

endings are catching trains,

but not for now,

minutes are forever yet.

Again 14/05/25

The Routine Blue posts, same man. Day after day, pint after pint. Aged but not old, tired but not sleeping. Awaiting ‘a visiting friend’,...

Transfer 07/04/25

Choices I desire the free choice of bad options.  The bed of filth in which I lie will be all the sweeter, for being my own Wrong...

Waiting 06/04/25

Ghosts We don't lose friends, they drift . Time,places, plans, faces, they change, they fade. Yet we say nothing, as laughter leaves and...

Glittering Town 25/03/25

Gallery A photo unneeded, it's subject ignored, repeated and repeated, captioned and deleted. All still unseen. Orange Groves I stood...

Whistling 03/03/25

Rivers I never thought pigs could swim, yet there in midstream they wallow, all lights, sirens, and outrage, arresting the tides.

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