Poetry Blog by trevor homer

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WHEN IN SOME DISTAT TIME [For Imogen]

 

WHEN IN SOME DISTANT TIME [For Imogen]

 

When, in some distant time; no, I don’t mean

Those halcyon days of summer, when you are busy

In a world adults cannot enter.

             Or splashing on shorelines, held tightly by the eternal bond

Of mother and father; or else falling in long grass

Grown taller than your head, while running so fast,

You were a blur to others.

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For my 6 month old grandaughter

TREVOR HOMER

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THE BEAUTIFUL GAME

THE BEAUTIFUL GAME

When I was Edson Arantes Do Nascimento,

It seemed everyone knew my name.

From the back streets of Sao Paulo, to Cradley council estate,

We played the beautiful game, in the shadow of electricity pylon;

Its arms outstretched in pose of Christ in Corcovado.

The Maracanã, transposed from Rio to cul-de-sac,

Lamplight illuminating the stadium.

 

When reputa...

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GIRL FROM THE BLCK COUNTRY

 

GIRL FROM THE BLACK COUNTRY

 

‘I could ate a bull,

Then cry for his ‘orns.

I’m bloody clammed’, she said.

‘The shillin’s gone so we cor cook,

An’ the babby still ay fed’.

 

I used to be as big as a bonk ‘oss,

Now I’m as thin as a rake.

‘e said e’d tek me out to dinner,

The bloody lyin’ face-ache’.

 

‘e took me up the ‘ways instead,

To buy a bag o’ suc...

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