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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.

Feb 24, 2024

Dot the eyes and cross the teas 24/2/24

Flats Yellow glows on fading purple, crossed by half-seen shadows, echoing to one hundred dinner scents and fresh with fifty tales of...

Feb 20, 2024

Circles on 20s 20/02/24

Whinging youth Time went too fast, And now my nose runs faster than my knees, And back is my alarm clock. And now they've had a baby, And...

Dec 22, 2023

Pause 22/12/23

Guilt A man roots in a bin, in the shadow of millionaire’s homes. Dinner for one a table out back. A Barbour jacket is confused, the supermarket has new security. ‘I just don't know why they do it’, he pays without looking. A house has been robbed. They didn't take much, just a gift from her husband, the one who lies dying. The bank queue stretched, the man in front vomited, and left as a corpse. Blank eyed and numb, I stood and did nothing, as if nothing could be done. Gas B

Dec 4, 2023

Monday to Sunday 04/12/23

Those people We don't remember who they were, we remember who we wanted them to be. Good, bad, or bystander, Their failings now multiple,...

Nov 27, 2023

Playlists on Monday 27/11/23

Airport Romance The in-line eye-catch, the quiet smile, the future imagined. A house, two-up two-down, a chaotic dog and drawings on the...

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. If you got lost and want to see our ad portfolio, you'd better click here.