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January 2024 Collage Poem: New Lines

Still on the theme of fast trains

And eternal eagles

Welcome to the nasty party

Mutiny is in the making

 

Easter eggs crush the Christmas decorations

in the days of the New Year. But where

is the hidden message – the missing girl.

 

OCD rascals play havoc with my pegs

In the blowy greyness we can say anything is true

 

Window wind is it forever lost?

Blown bl...

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January 2021 College poem: Moments of Sunlight

Atlas got lost when the wind blew his A-Z into the hurricane.

From caterpillars to butterflies --- hopefully we will all finally
Emerge from Covid's chrysalis-like grip.

Tapping on the door where a poet once lived changing
The meaning from a haiku to a sonnet in seconds
Fire melts her best form on this damp summer day
The three men, lost inside, drinking coffee until the dawn
And the ne...

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January 2016 Collage Poem: The End of the World

 

The closest I could find

to the end of the world

 

Pleasing package

under a crumbling roof

 

Reach for the magic button

 

Silent and bitter protest

with only one wish

no school

 

A chocolate mouth that's warm as wet

 

Hurting like Hell

Just a tearaway

 

Distant star, our world that ended.

 

 

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January Collage Poem: Beginnings and Exits

 

Mothers of sons dream troubled dreams

of blowing leaves and anniversaries.

Give me an energetic brush every time

 

it smells like winter, trees sigh softly

and nature floats my boat. Red and gold

leaves scurry along in the force

 

the pungence of words strong enough

to sting the nostrils, sweet enough

to bless the ears

 

glamour in fleece and recognition

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Recycled Prophesies (January 2013 Collage Poem)

 

Recycled memories

Fall like snow

 

Smothered across

Degrees of memories

 

Bits of paper flutter

Along the pavement

 

Get to work, boy!

 

I would like to wish you all

A really nice, safe new year

 

Taking stock of empty boxes

Mrs Browne is a mean old witch.

 

 

 

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