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The Writing Class

A skein of daring stalks the hall

with expectation as he walks

between the rows of desks and talks

in passing whispers to them all;

 

approaching one he leans to read,

her hair a glade of forest clear

and, breathing softly in her ear

lets one hand fall at tortoise speed

 

onto her shoulder, resting there

just long enough to allay doubt

then drifti...

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Stoker Tom

Of all war’s tragedies, one such was this:

young Stoker Tom Martin, aged twenty-one.

His death wasn’t wrought to mourn then dismiss

any less than whole legions dead and gone

 

in wars fought for…what? National pride?

But nor was that end a brave sacrifice,

trapped as his ship was torpedoed – he died

a mean death. It was too high a price

 

for doing what w...

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For Wu: Pick A Topic...

…then write a line that has eight beats.

Follow this with another line:

one that rhymes but never repeats

what came before and you’ll be fine.

 

Always choose a rhyme containing

options for its substitution

should you find your vocab straining

to make sense of resolution

 

with regards to narrative flow.

Poems are such flexible things

that should ...

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Beyond The Gates Of Eden (For Wu)

 I feel abashed at something I’ve done wrong

and wish it didn’t involve another

for, thanks to my libido, my glib tongue

has made a married woman my lover.

 

Had I but known the dark guilt I’d foster

I’d have kept it stowed firmly in my pants

but neglect of what our act would cost her

led me to lead her on some merry dance

 

engineered by my base, priapic...

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Twine Whine (A Day In The Life Of comp)

 

Usually, I am a much tidier ball of twine,

but unravelled thus I describe a line

which, when tangled, becomes an awful lot

of hassle. Normally, I say this is peachy. Fine,

go ahead: please unpick me, I do love a spot

of hands-on attention. Besides, it’s not

as though I’m busy overmuch – a sign

of misuse maybe? But when, in truth, what

I really want is to ti...

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The Wind Has Spoken

 The wind has spoken, and it says

that night will come within the hour;

its cloak will fold the end of days

back on itself, as though a flower

 

and send to sleep the weary world

with whispered words smoothed by its breeze

‘til morning’s yawn brings dawn unfurled

to paint a smile on next day’s frieze.

 

The wind has spoken; hear its song

resound withi...

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Wake Up And... (A Day In The Life Of comp)

Innocuous it squats, cosied up inside its pristine

gleam, resolute and immobile atop a rising swell

of thermokinetic energy…it suffuses morning’s

hypnopompic hinterland with its earthy miasma

of rich fragrances…earthly delights sourced to arouse

the most jaded, the most desensitised of senses…

 

…berries roasted sweet brown and woody, their

august, russet temptat...

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A Day In The Life Of comp

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I thought this afternoon's flower of

romance couldn't blossom any farther

but then you sent me an email telling

me all about your mum. I'm not afraid

to admit it sweetheart: I filled up over

your memories of her teaching your dad

to make jam; they must have loved

each other very much indeed.

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Our Sacred Day (April Is So Far Away)

Your sweet voice down the telephone

turns me on in delicious ways

and leaves me aching, not alone

but rapt with wanting, in a glaze.

 

I need you here like fire needs air;

I need your hand in place of mine;

I need to hear you moan, "yes, there!"

To hear that now would sing...divine.

 

April is a world away yet:

I ache for you, my saucy minx!

A sac...

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