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Percy

I never met you
but can imagine you
stood there even now
in your uniform
with your slightly bent cap.
 
I never looked up at you
growing up
and said with a wide eyed
innoncence
you were almost
as a big as a tree
(All 6 foot 4 of you).
 
Never served beside you
through the mud in Burma
which must have been
hell to crawl through
before being transferred
possibly against your choic...

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The Other Side (Space Poem)

Looking back now,
the space between us
was like looking through
a sheet of ice
from the other side.

 

The space between us
was as timeless
as the void between
earth and Mars.
 
A mirage
like Saturn’s rings
in all of their
haunting beauty.
 
The space in-between us
was an intense as
the purple evening sky
soaring over
the nearby street lights
...

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Freedom Competition Winners

Dear All;
 
Here are the freedom competition winners..
 
1st Place
 
Freedom by Paul Blackburn
 
2nd Place
 
Freedom - no such thing by Ann Foxglove
 
3rd Place
 

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A few short short poems (1)

 NB. I am rubbish at counting dashes with Haiku’s, so these maybe are Haiku’s
        or maybe just short short poems. 

 Enjoy Andy N

(New Website – http://www.andyn.org.uk)
 
(i)
 
Lost in thought
I almost don’t see you
Say a nervous hello.
 
 
(ii)
Even the wind-mills looked
Alone when the rain stopped
That morning.
...

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Freedom (follow up competition to Biting the Bullet) Competition entries so far

 Dear all;
 
Since the entries are coming in thick and fast for the competition,
I thought I would give you all a little reminder of what have been posted
so far with the links...
 
(Freedom) I nearly killed a spider by Affia Mustafa
 

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Freedom (follow up competition to Biting the Bullet)

All;
 
Following on from the Pandora’s Box competition ran brilliantly by Isobel and
Biting the Bullet just as well by Dave Bradley which has followed on after that,
after discussion with both Alvin the winner and Dave, I am now going to follow
on with this month’s prize and competition.
 
Trying to keep to the rules as much as Dave did, the rules are:
 
1.  ...

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Biting the Bullet

It was never proved

she actually bit the bullet,

but the evidence suggested

she must have put up

with a near Buddhism

amount of fortitude.

 

The evidence failed to say

Of what actually happened

And whether it had

Been spread out

Across days of endless torture

Or over in a few

Literally bloody minutes.

 

They tracked her movements

...

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Biting the Bullet

Chamber Music XIII

The sky was pitch quiet

With a slight breeze

Undercutting the smoke

Of the two welsh girls

(who I am guessing

Could have been sisters)

But I still couldn’t get

You out of my mind.

 

The band were on a break

At the palm tree

Near victoria park

And chris had just texted me

Saying he was struggling

To get money...

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First Holiday in Ireland

 First holiday in Ireland


I don’t remember if I am honest
much about my first holiday there
apart form all of the photographs.

I don’t recall which station it was
all the way down from
Dublin to Belfast
when the train broke down
and we were forced to stand
in a tiny box with
a half working coal fire
for four hours
before they finally

Eventually

Eventual...

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Ireland

Things We don't write about

Things we don't write about.

 

We won’t write poems about wanting to Kill David Cameron

(although Gordon Brown did bore me senseless)

Nor do we write poems about the recent cuts to benefits

And the whole way the country is still mismanaged.

 

We won’t write poems about rising crime

And why unemployment is really rising again

Without looking at ourselves and ...

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Pandora's lost Box

Pandora’s lost box

 

To listen to their laughter

was almost too much

like listening to a row of dominos

crashing down in totally

the wrong order.

 

To listen to their laughter

was almost too much

like listening to the waves

from the nearby coastline

choking itself to death.

 

Two beautiful young women

swinging cigarettes and beer

w...

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Pandora's Box

A short study

studying her quiet face asleep,
i can only guess how
far she has travelled.
 
********
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
NB. I think this is a haiku but as I am rubbish at counting the whatever's for it, I
am just gonna call this a short poem.

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Goodbye Central Library

The books all stood there silently
In a mournful prayer
As they were all lifted
Letter by letter
Into card board boxes.

The shelves were pulled down
And lined up in the middle
Of the great hall
Like a huge bonfire
Before the windows
Were all kicked out
Which had a feeling of
Ghosts tramped over by time.

Floors crumbled into
Large chunks of rubble
As sledgeham...

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Detective Novel


There was nobody else here
the body said
without leaving any clues
like a detective novel would.

There was no cold murder
with the thrust of
a steel knife
and no silent voilence
that stung in the night.

This body lay there un-found
with a zen like silence
for long than it could remember
staring at the moon-light
the sun-light
and then the moon-light again
fo...

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Early January Snow Blues

There is calmness

Like a Buddhist prayer

On the road

When it snows

And cars are afraid

To come down it.

 

There is softness

In the trees rustling

When the wind

Shakes it off

Which reminded me

Of my father

When he used

To shake off his boots

Before he stepped back inside

After gritting

The front path.

 

And as it gets so...

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