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September 2022 Collage Poem: Thirst for Words

Eat or heat my stiffening bones

Like demons in the night on paid vacation

 

Aesop dons his tanning lotion

Admires his Trumpian colour and prays

For constancy with his New Look.

 

Golden girls, clicking high heels, sweeping, swaying hair

An oasis of ambiguity in the desert, for the parched

And for us all.

 

Unsure how we feel in response to a death

And twelve lo...

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September 2020 Collage Poem: Out of the Land

You need to play blue guitar at this interview Miss.

while sitting back to the sea

Put on your red shoes and dance to Nigel’s blue guitar

strangers humming the songs of tomorrow's vocals

Shadows of sinners dancing across the years

as Nigel's guitar gently weeps

 

the boom and the base of neighbours shouting from next door to turn the noise down

You won't believe what just h...

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September 2019 Collage Poem: Out of Line

 

Don’t pick up hitch-hikers

Whether at high noon

Or covered in red petals and blood

Dreaming of American skies

 

Trusted positions to make you relax

Be careful not to mention the Karma Sutra

Or a mobile phone will ring

Or a bluebird sing

 

Basildon bonds & lined paper

Snowflakes fall between the lines, melting

 

Oh Walter, dear husband of mine

Stiff as...

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September 2018 Collage Poem: The Earth is Burning

 

Strange seasons clip and slash new life

The hot sand blows into my soldier’s rations

The robot newsreader sounds like comical Ali

 

Bacon butties served under sniper fire

World’s end to wellies, flip-flop relief for Achilles

 

Do I deserve to be loved?

Drowning in an eternal sea of despondency

I rise up and say no

 

The season changes the earth burns

Naked ...

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September 2017 Collage Poem

Boxes of snore, law and war

Old soldiers in days of yore

 

Endless revising for the school dance

Go West across the park and guess

Who Fred could be

 

The black lab drags behind

Whilst a parrot swears

The social workers say it's OK

 

Not that I'd wish it on his people

But isn't it a shame that Kim

Can't have the wrath of Irma -

Or was it him that caused it...

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