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September 2019 Collage Poem: Out of Line

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Don’t pick up hitch-hikers

Whether at high noon

Or covered in red petals and blood

Dreaming of American skies

 

Trusted positions to make you relax

Be careful not to mention the Karma Sutra

Or a mobile phone will ring

Or a bluebird sing

 

Basildon bonds & lined paper

Snowflakes fall between the lines, melting

 

Oh Walter, dear husband of mine

Stiff as...

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Late September Morn

I, dreamlost,

wake

to golden leaves of beech

sunlit

from my bed

as airdew clouds over the hedge

rise and vanish

as the eastern horizon above the valley

is lost, sunk

beneath dawndrifts of mist

not yet warmed to fade

beneath the clear blue sky;

the uncut grass of the dew-wet lawn,

droplet bent:

cool promise as

I, barefooted,

explore

the cusp of the...

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September 2018 Collage Poem: The Earth is Burning

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Strange seasons clip and slash new life

The hot sand blows into my soldier’s rations

The robot newsreader sounds like comical Ali

 

Bacon butties served under sniper fire

World’s end to wellies, flip-flop relief for Achilles

 

Do I deserve to be loved?

Drowning in an eternal sea of despondency

I rise up and say no

 

The season changes the earth burns

Naked ...

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September 2017 Collage Poem

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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...

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Collage PoemFred WestSeptemberStockport

Rain Men

White nights,

white nights...

I'm colourblind.

Kind of like to think I know

why we stand solid,

struck dumb by perennial sadness;

and the salient points,

burst like bubbles in smoked air;

clasped to the breast

that sinks as seconds lengthen

even beyond reason for purge.

 

Beyond the clouds that fall,

in spirals, now thick moistened rope;

we are given base,

...

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We’re pleased to announce the following promotions for our 24th September OpenMind event at Fuel Cafe Bar.

*2 for 1 entry for all OpenSpacers – bring a friend free!*Quote GERBIL on the door to be entered into a prize draw for free entry for yourself and a friend to our OpenMind Halloween Special at Fuel on 22nd October.

*All who share the event page for OpenMind...

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OpenMind: Slamming September Poster

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Take a look at the poster for our OpenMind: Slamming September event at Fuel on Monday 24th September.

 

 

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There's Something about April

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There’s something about April -
  the way she wears her clothes:
    loosely fit. One button more
      and September is exposed.
        The veil removed, her flesh reveals
          December’s naked trees;
             Springtime lurks behind the bark
               and drags me to my knees.
 
               I kneel upon her dewy cloak
            And make her moss my bed;
...

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