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This is a collection of deeply serious and straight faced poetry.
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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

October Snow 26/10/24

Senior Beer My round or yours? I’m happy to but you’re three zeros up. What will you have? Preferably something younger than I am, or...

Future Days 06/10/24

To A Writer So let’s begin with what you tell us, your point. The struggle is useless, the story’s written. We’re merely interesting...

September Fires 28/09/24

Sophia A building bestrode my dreams, tall enough to kiss the stars, And yet call upon the clouds as brothers. Under the mighty dome a...

Washed Away 06/09/24

M You live in small kindnesses, it's the way you thank bus drivers, or the proffered last biscuit. You talk in small compliments, growing...

August Showers 22/08/24

Waiting I sit caressed by drifting fountains, my view bestrode by buildings familiar to my dreams, I behold a future priced in new horizons. What if I stayed? Let time pass. Sat amongst the stones of another city, the warmth of a new sun, and the desperate joy of peace. Building It's all in progress, all nearly there, just another cost injection. just another scrabble in bank alley lobbies. It'll be on time. If today was yesterday, and if one struck coin became five, we'd th

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