November Collage poem: Grim but Good

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From spaceships of harmony

Into the fires of Hell

Mouldy undertaking no more

 

A trodden mind, angry in the Nut Bar

I need more than seven words, please

 

Neil Young – grim and grizzled –

Summoned by starship –

Says he can’t go because of his terrible I.B.S.

 

Drinking tears to dry up the well, pointless

Advertising tissues then.

 

She wasn’t always fifty –

Fairy tales are evil

As are Spaghetti Westerns

End with a bittersweet blend of good and grim

The Instagram stress, fruits of the dead heroes.

 

There is no way out from Blue Well Wood,

For still I search…

Sometimes the driver speaks.

 

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dorinda macdowell

Mon 9th Dec 2019 16:31

I won't be able to join you this evening; the cough/cold which has attacked me just won't go away! As most of you may recall, I always bring some chocs for our Christmas meeting: never fear! - I shall bring some next time and we can have a belated Christmas celebration in January!
Have a brilliant evening, enjoy - and a very blessed Christmas to one and all!
Love Dorinda x

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Nigel Astell

Wed 13th Nov 2019 14:44

Grim fairy tales
downward journey starts
Go go dancer past fifty
evil records play
a good blend
fruits of the dead
Blue Bell Wood
is where this
collage poem ends.

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