On the bus there are people going to see Bob:- girls with their new Apple iPhones; women who carry orange shopping bags; men on their way from work; and some young dudes behind me whose vowels skid all over the place as they talk; the referee, rugby players and crowd huddled under floodlights.

They're the sort of people whose life won't be complete until a few hours time when they wou...

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Abraham Cowley (a version of the poem using the formulae N+)

Lunchtime her sunny facials doth basking play;

Luck walks the pleasant meanies of her halibut;

Lunatics dollop on both her lips for every streetwalker;

And spacemen reap a thousand knobs there;

In all her outward passages lubricant's always seen;

but oh! he never went within.

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I will tell my heirs she pushed a note through my letter box

that was printed on A4 using Good Times font and a bold typeface.

I sent my reply

by email, Twitter, Facebook, text, newsletter, carrier pigeon, courier,

by post, piece of paper from a pizza menu, my grandmother’s spirit,

by diplomatic bag, phone, Morse, Parcelforce, blog, videotape, letter,

b...

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A moth squeaking like a dog's arse.

A warm smile in the afternoon.

And afraid of the sound of footsteps.

And him with a pigeon on his head.

And neither does the dog.

And spends most days swatting flies.

And there's so much I'll never sing.

Before taking a deep breath.

Being herself was never an option.

Covering themselves with night.

Deep inside his...

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water

bogeyman

vacant

worldly

bubbles

reflection

discounting

death

familiar

jazz

brink

special

quantum

penis

thought

hope

quadrilateral

immort

taste

motherless

youth

virgin

swag

extremities

unnecessary

horizon

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Poems consisting of memories tend to leave me unfurled, particularly memories of family members..especially ones referred to as “Dad”.

Billy Collins

My Dad didn't teach me everything he knew

about darts or football

how I should practise for hours against a wall

and that it'll be more fun when I play with others

even though I can get down from from 501 in ...

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The 200th British soldier killed in Iraq.

How can I be useful, of what service can I be? Vincent Van Gogh

Weather brings rain

and smells of death

and the promise of roses

and the moon throws its beams

    over empty ground.

A cold wind plays around

and trunks bow their heads

and flowers lives in poverty

and a lone bird mourns

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Alt.country or Chinagrass

I listen to the first song and hear the sun creeping up

before it slaps me on the back like an old friend.

The journey tonight begins with music as the bass walks

over paths and fields of the flat Kazakh grasslands.

Someone plays a flute to the smoke from a kitchen fire

and the tumbling, freezing hills are pa...

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Ulysses takes 10 years to cross one of the most benign bodies of water on the planet and spent 8 years of them lounging about on various Greek isles with women who can't seem to resist his manly charms.

My wife looked at me through sunglasses covering her eyes.

“Surprise,” I said “it's your husband back from 10 years. I've escaped faraway barbarian lands and have tales th...

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While listening I couldn't get my head round the fact

that Andy played drums with the Spice Girls

that Robert used to slide his trombone outside hospitals

that Barney takes his cello to open fields

and that Chris (who released his first solo album in 2005) failed his 11+.

The generous sounds are being driven in a 4X4

to Mars where the electric motor (it's ...

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(a collage of song titles) 

I want a monster.

I want candy.

I want a dog.

I want a man.

I want to be your man.

I want you babe.

I want the one I can't have.

I want a lover.

I want to know what love is.

I want you so bad.

I want to be your friend.

I want to boogie with you.

I want to talk to you.

I want to go home...

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The Grenadines, Saltwhistle Bay.

I think of Robert Righteous

& de Youths Rasta Restaurant

while drinking a glass of Carrib Beer

on the shores of Saltwhistle Bay.

Lunchtime and I'm sitting under

a Rasta flag with Robert Righteous

who's an angel spreading stories,

plates of seafood, dreads and smiles

wider than Saltw...

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The Grenadines, Saltwhistle Bay.

I think of Robert Righteous

& de Youths Rasta Restaurant

while drinking a glass of Carrib Beer

on the shores of Saltwhistle Bay.

Lunchtime and I'm sitting under

a Rasta flag with Robert Righteous

who's an angel spreading stories,

plates of seafood, dreads and smiles

wider than Saltw...

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Walls act like they don't see a stuffed

lion on the bandstand, or her,

an angel painted by the old masters,

sitting behind an upright piano

and holding a blue cocktail.

Love enters smoking a cheap cigarette,

wearing size 14 shoes, a smile

exploding like nails from a suicide

bomber and all for this silicone

Madonna sipping a blue cocktail...

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