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December Collage Poem: Waves
Swansea waves words at passing poets
The twenty-fifth day is long and in others souls,
A week later we enter the next chapter with
New raging goals.
Kissing capitalism's ass and not mine
Highway traffic moves in waves,
Or should that be it crawls like a crab
Marrying a woman from East Texas
She cooked Christmas pudding for dinner each night
In peanut and r...
Monday 11th December 2017 11:24 pm
October 2017 Collage Poem: The Strangeness of Dreams
Birds in their time
Snatched by roaring winds
To dream of whatever is there
In the shadow is a haunted face
As another lies awake waiting now
Water, rising, frogs, fish, fins, brushing
The legs as they passed by
The hazy days of summer
And all that racket
From next door
Wish I could sleep!
To dream is to sleep
To sleep is to dream
The myst...
Tuesday 10th October 2017 11:14 am
September 2017 Collage Poem
Boxes of snore, law and war
Old soldiers in days of yore
Endless revising for the school dance
Go West across the park and guess
Who Fred could be
The black lab drags behind
Whilst a parrot swears
The social workers say it's OK
Not that I'd wish it on his people
But isn't it a shame that Kim
Can't have the wrath of Irma -
Or was it him that caused it...
Tuesday 12th September 2017 11:32 am
May 2017 Collage poem
Gunpowder walk around, a spark was sobbing
Underneath secrets hopping alongside humans
Inbetween trees weeping in regret
Wet willy, slippering down the slope. Pointing at
Your directionless forehead. Hop aboard the bumpy ride.
Wear a helmet. Your tongue is like a whip... but why!
Tip of the tonge. Sharp or soft
A host of feminist vegans
Lie in a pool of his o...
Tuesday 9th May 2017 9:29 am
April 2017 Collage Poem: Greatness
Great poets inspire; we aspire to write only the adequate, the good;
Perhaps the funny or the emotional; and we are satisfied.
Are you the poor homeless beggar that was given
A good kicking by Paul?
Different people from all walks of life
Sharing their love of the written word
Swallowing our different realities
Confined in the rhythm of Thomas
And the dirtiness of Buko...
Tuesday 11th April 2017 6:19 pm
January 2017 Collage Poem - Hungover
Homeless salvation in the snow
Begging barristers of poisonous kingship
My mug of prison tea
Is the hangover drink for me
The morning after a too merry night of play
No regrets until she calls me the following day,
A sparkling jet of water streams
Into the glass
Poetry; art with words
Truthful tunes played by a Pied Piper
Happy drinks, happy times
...Monday 9th January 2017 9:50 pm
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