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Learning Poetry

 

On Reverdie
Early enough in the mourning
I ventured out for a ramble 
In a foreign place I laid down by a river for a rest
Fell asleep
And saw Aisling again
8 to 7 years later in Tubber Tintye
I soon remembered what I had spent 7 to 8 years nearly to the day
In forgetting
On a seat I sat me down and had a notion again
We talked about work, ice cream and vomiting
Tall pretty women, ...

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EU

 

You left your permanent mark on me
I couldn't leave the same
As we passed by slowly
Like a non-safety match
Scraping on a sandpaper box.
My eyes rolled back as you scratched me
With what felt like the sharp bit of a safety pin
You got under my skin
It must be car paint or writing ink
(Of which there is no data on safe use on humans)
It's gone from tenderness and swelling
To itching...

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Scaling Ayers Rocks (2004)

 

Blood diamonds dripping from my neck and wrist
It’s hard to see through your frosted ice, snow and mist
She’s showing off her rock like it means something
It could be a cola ring-pull or a piece of string
“Eternity rings are for when you get eterned” -
That’s a lesson in love that I have learned
De Beers marketing man set in stone - it’s true
That I work for 2 months to say with metal ...

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Tunisian Holiday

 

The girl danced the hokey cokey
Before smoking a fag
She obviously wanted
The best of both worlds

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My Main Regret

I wish we'd never met 
In a country world famous for its
Strong & delicious beer*
It (not me) gave you the wrong idea

*cheap too at the time

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Art

The muse looked at the poems

Like a painting on a wall

"I recognise a likeness

But that isn't me at all"

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My Romantic Poems

The intended consequence

Is like what the phlebotomist warns
You might feel a small prick

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Ode to the Muse (aka Sexual Harassment in the Workplace)

Fiona is such a good Christian

Humble, mild and meek

Whenever I pinch her on the bum

She turns the other cheek

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Fading Imperial Standards

Flags as permanent curtains

Or painted on the walls

The bunting biodegrades
The only black in the Union Jack
Is the tag saying "Made in Taiwan"

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Angel Lust

I'm just a scaffolder

Hopefully making (more than one temporary) solid structure used to support people and material 

In the construction or repair of their projects 
Did you remember to bring me the silver?
Axe swinging in the static
Just trying to hang in chains
Watching it become unbalanced
And sometimes some crashing down
Onto the other side of the road

Did you forget to bring m...

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Spurn Point

Crumbling into water

It's spitting again
Drought soon rains
The most beautiful sprummer's day came
After the first Northern winter
Puking in the garden on the night before
This time blaming the Yorkshire take on Tex Mex cuisine
"Everything is beautiful" on the radio summing up 3 years

On the last morning

Between arriving and leaving

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Aldeburgh 2

The night sky of the East Coast

With street light power cut

Then the bells rolling down Victoria Road out to sea

All of which was for me

The best poetry

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Close Reading

Open you up

See you as a whole
Find your hidden meaning
Remove your ambiguity
By describing your form
Examine your fine lines close up
Put my fingers on you
Make you smudge your ink

Dispell your allusions

Bring light to your argument

 

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Man-made Myth

Chemtrials are pollution
Simple and plane
Pollution from a plane or
Just pollution from a plane

Myth from man made phenomena of the sky
Like humans did to try and touch the rainbow,
Hear the ride of the Valkyries as
The northern lights fly by 

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The Last Post Association

Under dark, damp skies in farmers' fields

The Menin Gate - a foundation stone
A crowd of a few hundred waits silently 
On this bright white memorial on shattered bone

At the stroke of 8pm every evening
Four men in greatcoats come not to play
But raise their bugles to their lips
To remember the Fallen at the end of each day

Based on http://www.telegraph.co.uk/history/world-war-one/104...

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