Playing in the garden
watching films together
as you nestle into my arm
learning each other's language
You trusted me, eventually
became part of my family

I loved to watch you
explore the world we shared
sunbathing on the rug
or endless pats in the living room
Your fur and the quiet purr
of little teeth grinding

What I've been dreading
now, it's happening
You’re still you
but yo...

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~ imPRESSions ~

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Autumn crocus has arrived

Purple hues imbued

By dappled light

Forest floors embellished

By the remnants

Of summer nights

And so it is that I

Have survived

Another season

Yet

I cannot speak

In rhyme

Or reason

The seas have raged

The tide has waned

Through it all

My strength remains

With tired soul

And aching heart

This old...

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Taking Gaia by Stealth

     There are cowards here,

dare not speak to a tree, or a bird that nests,

     their own children – now deformed,

     ‘it is too much to believe, we are

the empath of a Gaia World for,

     no tree has ever spoke to me, or bird and,

     children, should be seen, and not heard.’

     My world is theirs and yet, they have

‘ri...

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I'm on this road...it's weary and long.
I keep hearing the words 'stay strong'
Through watery eyes, I follow signs.
This endless road is so tiring at times.

Night times comes and I'm driving still.
I feel like I am driving against my will.
But I carry on, around each silent bend.
I'm hoping this road is nearly at an end.

It deceives at times and it casts a spell.
Are there miles ahead...

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It’s unfair to heighten expectations.

It’s too early to make a judgment call.

I am no real expert in physiognomy,

But, as I gaze down at your lovely face,

There is no shadow of a doubt at all,

Intelligence, friendship, beauty and love,  

all flow freely through your every vein.

So may you, with happiness, now proceed.

You have all the support you could ever need,

...

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All good things 

One day ends

But the solace is

In knowing that

Even bad isn't permanent 

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Flocks of autumn crows

glean the scattered corn

from newly stubbled fields,

greedily they feed

before the onset

of winter's scarcities.

Wise birds these  -  -

Resourceful  -  -

Successful - -

Each maintaining it's own personal space,

aware that together - they are safe,

and that sentinels will rise

to ward off dangers from the skies.

...

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It’s the rifle-butt nature of all this:

Sit down, shut up, sign here, do as you’re told.

We talk about land grabs, but this is, well,

An extortion, of dignity and heart.

There’s a bash for the scammers in the North,

And jobs for the boys. Lot’s of them, no doubt.

Imagine this: ‘Yes, I’d love to be ruled

By the people who blew this place to bits

And killed or maimed our frie...

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The Rebels have all gone

They live in Seaside Towns,

They’ve done all that could be done

They’re Slippered now and Dressing Gowned

Apart from those who dwell in Pubs

In Whiskey Spills and Resignation,

Once the Spokes of Dizzied Hubs

The Promised rise of Brighter Nation

And who’d begrudge their quiet Defeat?

When even Victories Fade,

To reminisce what’s ...

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she pushed & pulled her way through the shadows. 

with each move forward , she reached for a glimpse of light. 

with each move forward , the dark pressed on. 

steady reaching , moving. 

her chest felt heavy as she realized there was no end for her. 

there was no light , only more shadows. 

the shadows crept in the background , yet seemed to laugh in her face. 

it was as if the...

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The majesty of dogs impresses us –

Their solitary solidarity –

Yet above their grey horizons

There is always the promise, lingering…

Of continuing.

These days an ending is assumed

That glorifies the story of our lives:

Making children, seeing things,

Listening to the waves wash the pebbles,

Overhearing our hearts’ desires.

Yesterday the sky darkened at noon

Seas sp...

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Poem 120 of 230:  A GOOD SEASIDE DAY - AUTUMN 2000

Via an art gallery,
    Blackpool how it used to be;
Via a famous tower,
    The Blackpool of the hour;
Via a maritime Mount,
    Fleetwood with its channel out;
And, via a coastline tram,
    The autumn-night lit-art jam.

(C) David Franks 2003 - https://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com

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You're not under the weathers

Come to me and toss some feathers! 

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Basketball is a great and wonderful sport,
And one that must be played inside a court.
As the players move the ball must bounce,
Whilst the other team they'll hope to trounce.

They pass to members of their team,
Of which they'll hope to be the cream.
They'll take their aim and then they'll shoot
To get that ball right through the hoop.

The spectators cheer their team to win,
And when ...

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The poem stands accused.
'Threshold', 'omen' and all the rest.
The humble scribe explains.
The poem raises these phantoms
to drop them from a great height. Cursed words 
from the province of impish boys and girls
where superstitious souls conjour 
untenable worlds.
The part-time scribe will make it plain.
This amateur scribe works in the warehouse.
Here endless shelves hold the worl...

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Fine mist,

On Scottish hills

(is like the fattened paunch

of a corpulent man,) it just

rolls down

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Yesterday I woke up in London
we arrived late the night before 
We had a good reason to be there
but still a little unsure  

On Tuesday morning this week 
I received an email out of the blue 
It said I had won a competition 
which I couldn’t believe was true

I thought it was some sort of scam 
so I phoned up to check it out
They told me I had definitely won
and I shouldn’t have any ...

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Adumbrate the sine qua non

that inundates with newness

the contentment of the shore, 

that fosters the fortitude

to acquiesce to the adventure, 

but then gladly follow

the trail of fallen confetti

in reverse, back to solitude,

to recommence the seeker's cycle,

for the finder can only be idle

for so long, before the beacon

of the Quest sprinkles its

breadcrumbs a...

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