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No Time Added On
We don’t talk much
beyond the weather,
but we can talk football
forever and ever.
Drive into the box,
mark the man in space,
a shared language, we
can kick all over the place.
Your personal terms met.
Time for a fresh dawn.
Our commentary box quiet,
your armchair view gone.
Our home game ended,
and there’s no time added on.
Thursday 10th August 2023 9:58 pm
Oxford In The Autumn
As autumn's rusty fingers begin
to push their way through tired trees
So, the early dimming light
and spectral chill conspire
to gently sweep me back in time
It's Oxford in the autumn
nineteen; with eyes opening
A new life unfolding
cycling through the leaves
and sighing under bridges
Oxford in the autumn
that brick so old around me
broad streets, illogical lanes
busses and puddle...
Friday 30th October 2020 2:29 pm
Leaving Home
For this week's Saturday Rhymers theme: Leaving Home.
When I go back and stay at my Dad’s place,
It’s great, but it’s no longer home.
I struggle to get my own kids off to sleep
In the room that I once called my own.
They watch cartoons, just as I did
Two sofas, three tellys ago.
So much is the same, yet so much has changed,
Though I try hard to not let i...
Saturday 10th November 2018 7:51 am
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