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Is she a dreaded swarthy jetclad tormentress

with swirling inky cloak

and train of spirit followers,

vampires, goblins,bogles, demons,

all evil preying creatures?

In her clutching talons we endure

agonies of doubt, remorse, despair, regret,

when tears and anguish overcome.

She brings nightmares of terror, loss and violence

with sleepers longing for releasing dawn,


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His decline perceived in mine

Cold stares stemming from hurt vanity

That in mine is mirrored his decline


No glint of love or a complicity,

Only annoyance and displeasure

At his decline perceived in mine.


Together for two long lifetimes,

The reason for this change of heart?

That in mine is mirrored his decline.


If this resentment were a joint regret,

It ...

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Much mourned death of an umbrella pine

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Cosmos of a myriad creatures

furry, feathered and many-legg'ed

home haven and sanctuary.

Always beautiful in evergreen

silver bright in winter snow

sparkling brilliants after rain

deep resin-perfumed summer shade

for dogs, old lame men and children.


Heard them scheming wickedly

'Keeps the light out!'

'Needles clog the drains!'

'Roots push up the flagstones!'


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No Prozac

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If you're feeling low and blue

don't go shopping yet anew

what I do you could too


Don't gorge yourself on sugar candy

or grab those pills you keep so handy

just have a squint at David Gandy!


I may be past my sell-by date

but not yet blind or bemoaning fate

as to deny an ideal mate


Or if you're male (would make me wail)!

feeling grim and not so hale


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A meteor

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Once you were a megastar

glittering high up in the firmanent,

mesmerized by the brilliance of popularity,

glowing celebrity and meteoric success.

But with time, fickle stargazers turned to

other brighter supernovas, and you

unwillingly became a falling star,

returning to your earthly origins.

Drink, drugs, debts, arrests, humiliation,

rancour and hardship, because thinki...

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He was a lovely man.

A well-trimmed white moustache

and wrinkled weatherbeaten face,

but laughlines around bright brown eyes.

Hands so gnarled and earthcracked

but true gardener's hands, capable of miracles.


His home was warm but dark inside

because the sparse sunlight was not wasted

but used to grow tomatoes on the windowsills,

and his strawberries were greatly env...

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The Wanderers (Bombus Lucorum)

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Two Bumble Bees came wandering by

On this frosty Christmas morning


Alighting on the cyclamen

This icy winter morning


Returning every noonday

On chilly January mornings


I dearly hope they both survive

Till warmer springtime mornings

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Ho ho ho!

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A poem for children

We dearly love old Santa Claus

who works all year without a pause.

This year his reindeer went on strike

they thought he'd have to use his trike!

Santa said -

You ask your contract be renewed

but think of all the oats you've chewed!

Overtime for the long night's haul

'on snowy roofs we risk a fall'.

You demand Monclers and furry boots

I see you ...

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Tom Turkey's lament

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We are handsome dignified birds in full feather

and our ancestors were once revered and honoured

by the Aztecs who perceived us as

an incarnation of the obsidian Tezcatlipoca god.

Our glinting iridescent plumes used as

ornaments  for necklaces and headdresses

a privileged status as a sacred bird.


Now, may the Pilgrim Fathers and Columbus

rot in Hell, considered only as...

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Three Haikus

black lace tree branches

Nature's Secret lingerie

on a rosy sky?


we are love seeking

often loving-in-a mist

so soon dissolving


hot stlll breathless night

huge tangerine harvest moon

fireflies twinkling bright


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The Legacy

She was difficult, they said, but she loved flowers.

She planted white sweet scented narcissus

to dance before the loch

and yes, a host of golden daffodils.

Pink, purple and red rhododendrons

high enough to play under.

A windbreak for her Japanese scene.

Acrid smelling gold and coral azaleas

and a silvery wooden bench where

to sit and catch the weak northern sun.


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Good heavens no!


(Reflections of an aging but impenitent womanizer)


When I depart to that last rest

unless required dread fires to stoke

or groom the wings of angels blest

I'll give the Magdalene a poke.


The harp or lyre I cannot sound

or sing in tune to any hymn.

The Elysian Fields to wander round

but finding saints so very prim.


It might be hard to socialize

if f...

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An infamous last word.

She was a beautiful gypsydark lady

with black eyes like mountain pools.

One of those fortunate rare people

in whom all is lovely, nothing amiss

her whole being, movement, even her voice.


Sadly, she seemed permanently coupled

to her absolute antithesis

an uncouth, bullish pyknic

arrogant and generally unappealing.

But, and a gigantic but

immensely, unquestionably,...

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oxymoronic poem

On discovering her to be faithfully unfaithful

as well as truly false

he endured a living death, unable to stop

adoring her who seemed so fiendishly angelic

when in fact a diabolical madonna.


Immediately after this unearthly coming down to earth

he still felt some murderous affection

deep within his worldly soul.

However, with a last bittersweet act of will

in ways ...

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Porto Cervo

Standing on hot stones

watching the leviathens

stream proudly past

and reading Liberia, Panama and Lichenstein

sail by.

In the sun, licking an icecream,

a little man

with worried weathered face

and body bent by

delving in hot, ungrateful fields

all day under the sungrill

and stinging windsleet,

with hands so gnarled and twisted

like olive trunks,

turned to...

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The other day in the supermarket

a warm small hand unexpectedly found mine

and on looking down I saw

a pair of huge brimming dark eyes..

He'd lost his Mum, he said

and could we find her, please?

We found her fairly rapidly

but not anxious in the least, so

panic passed and his world revolved again.

B ut there was a dark cloud shadow over mine

as I remembered times when...

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Male inadequacy

When Adam delved and Eve span

he was not a perfect husbandman

and her homespun wasn't up to much

if fig-leaves did for clothes as such.


Their downfall due to rosy fruit

evicted from Paradise to boot!

If he had dug and planted out

peas, beans, potatoes and Brussel's sprout

the sarpint couldn't have climbed up

and tempted Eve the pomme to sup.

Did he not see the wi...

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Tommy darling

Walking with a friend, she

pushing her overadored mite

we visited the wonderful icecream shop

where they had a falling out

over delicious dark double chocolate versus

banal bland boring vanilla.

'More suitable for you, Tommy darling'.

Needless to say the dull white cone

ended upside-down in the bin.

'Oh really! Tommy darling!'

Then in the cool shade of the park


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Tuscan taunts

'Oh Pisans, tell us is it true

that thieves are all too thick with you?'

'Oh Florentines, we won't deny

we can't get rid of them

despite we try.'

'They say that when you sow your fields

bandits instead of wheat

is what the earth in Pisa yields!'

'Alas, again the truth will show,

the problem is the seed, you know.

Although this slander is too true,

we've always boug...

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mediterranean august

Hot curry scent of helichrysum

rosemary, myrtyle and lavender

flaunting scarlet bougainvillea

darkly shadowed by umbrella pines.

Colourful butterfly windsurf sails

zigzagging across the turquoise bay

watched through dark glasses.

Small orange and cobalt fishing boats

riding motionless on glittering

flawless transparent emerald glass.

Golden sunbaked body lying limp


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When I die

I'd hate to lie

in a cold deathgarden

bones to harden

in a stony tomb.

When I die

I'd like to lie

in that place

where ferns like lace

hide a jade snake's lair.

Where ancient pines

shelter the lines

of scarlet cherries.

Where pure magic flows

slaking the rows

of humble kitchen plants.

When I die I'd like to lie

in the warm windrace


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For Timmy

Shall I compare you to a human friend?

You are more loyal and affectionate.

Rough words do often need amend

And sometimes friendship comes too late

Or may for others you forsake.

Moreover some expect too much

Which when you fail can friendship break.

Your love I know is never such.

Friends often can betray your trust

Revealing them as indiscreet

But you and I stand tr...

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The Veteran

Hey Ho! Hey Ho!

It's off to war we go

with flags a flying

no thought of dying

our country's might

we have to show.


So go! So go!

Keeping the peace, we know

our soldiers willing

to reduce the killing

our aim not to fight

but restore the light.


How so? How so?

We've come to free them,no?

Why call us lying

and watch us frying

smiling when huma...

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Mortally wounded mountain

with tree clad skin

pinned back revealing

grey marble flesh within.

Scars of old surgery

visible along its flanks.

On winter nights the icy wind

whirls its moans down

the valleys and around the peaks

like the early morning mist

which veils the ugliness.

It can never recover.


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He won't have a happy birthday

because we have betrayed his trust.

He taught us not to accumulate

but we're possessed by a spending lust.


Gifts for families now are due

the baby boy received them too.

We go out buying till we drop

which often only delights the shop.


Presents for everyone we know

and on every package tie a bow.

We have expensive Christmas tre...

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Happily never after?

Hey hey for the not so merry month of May!

But what on earth will the butler say?

Will she make her markle felt?

Want golden faucets in the loo

just like the lovely sTrumpets do?


No shepherd's pie or kidney pud

for Cinderella. Oh no, no good.

Just hominy grits and collard greens

with pumpkin pie and Boston beans

Caesar salad - cookies - Coke

and soda pop until yo...

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Ridiculous Rhymes

If I were a terrier

life would be merrier

If I were a hyena

I'd be served a subpoena

If I were a cobra

I'd rarely be sobra

If I were an otter

I'd behave like a rotter

If I were a cow

grass I wouldn't allow

If I were a hippo

I'd go in for a dippo

If I were a vulture

I'd acquire some real culture

If I were a rat

I'd fart at the cat

If I were a cheetah


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With whom are you?

not with me.

How far

have you gone

from me?

With her

you are now

not with me.

How near

is what I fear to me?



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He came to pick me up

tall athletic blond blue-eyed

with green sports car and dinner jacket

high society stuff.

You're gorgeous he said

and immodestly I agreed.


We spent all the party-time entwined

dancing touching talking kissing.

Then snail-like home and said goodnight

lustfully intending to go much further

after his threatening exams.

A few weeks later the ...

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The boyfriend

Oh my God, a poet!

Was what they all said.

Better off dead!

Was what my father said.

What's he like in bed?

Was what my friends said.

About your daily bread?

Was what my mother said.

He has an everlasting

flow of dreams inside his head.

was what I said.


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21st September

They were all in mourning that morning.

The beetle scurrying across the cooling sands

sombrely dressed in total black

for the occasion.

They were all in mourning that morning.

The sea daffodils had lost their candid silk

leaving purses of jetty seeds

as their bequethal.

They were all in mourning that morning.

The woeful hawkers from much harsher lands

left without tak...

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