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Keep Calm And Carry On (The Poem, mk2)

 

High above your head a pastel dove hangs-
but why would you look away from your daily concerns?
Drive through weathers to reach your destination.
The bird is gliding there. Stand stock still 
for that momentous decision. The bird hovers there.
From the distance imposed on me
I follow the bird with a watchful eye
and therefore yourself through all your battles.
You live your sorrows an...

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The Poem, mk 1

High above your head a white bird hangs
but why would you look away from your daily concerns?
Drive through weathers to reach your destination.
The bird is gliding there. Stand stock still 
for a momentous decision. The bird hovers there.
From the distance imposed on me I follow the bird with a watchful eye
and therefore yourself through all your battles.
You live your sorrows and joys as y...

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Work In Progress

News From Dartford


   
one hand on a stopped clock 
weather-vane stuck in jeopardy
from norman towers logical crows fly 
but the warren below holds many shocks
concealed obstacles, stumbling blocks 

homeless heap at the edge of the high street
not a symbol to hang a story on

empty crisp packet tumbleweeds past
streamlined cars full of themselves outstripped

 

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Sudden kinship

 

There was nothing like a ghostly face at the window


but the face of yesterday's child reflected in your own


one note of your song foretold a thousand


a single raindrop fell for the deluge to follow

 

 

Whose place I take accepting your testimony I do not know


the greatest spirit can do no more than witness


where a wound is revealed typically a thousand might be


no j...

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Sent To Me In A Dream


A collection of poems is made to be loved.
I trust each one will be loved, by many.
I pass by unmoved until the moment
I feel myself gliding fast across ice,
each breath an exhilerating potion.
What do others find in the odes they memorise?
Assume there's love somewhere hereabouts.
Baffling like the flocks I love that love the sky,
the shoals that love the seas.
I should turn again to the...

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The Everlasting Voices

 

Where once we would double-dig 


the claggy clay with all our might;


our various jackets discarded;


grasping at handles -fate would be fair-


now we walk alongside someone else's fence


as if in need of a guide rail. And after will come 


our lamenting wraiths howling as they must 


their warning for men too well adapted, losing options.


Already whispers rise that will not ...

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Poems Of Yeats

 

There's a stand of woods to which I'm drawn
hand on the bark to be sure.
And tinctures right earthy  
now real, now elusive, grow heady
among spires all rooted to the core.

And you want your love to know your love?
Stand here but more than enough.
And swear sweet this love new made
of the grove's inspired clay,
your longings conveyed by the doves.

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