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#Poem sandwiches and biscuits

#Poem sandwiches and biscuits | my poetry | Scoop.it
I wheel in sandwiches and biscuits the tea is brewed old wooden trolley you’re blank, wall-staring brown photographs drop to the floor I know if the right fingers snapped you’d jump to life I take it all it’s what I like about me even if the blunders...
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#Poem 0@all

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From inside an old file box I dug out a black and white photo from 40 years ago - not colour; I'd developed it myself. How long were we together? 3 years? Not long; not now - but back then we reall...
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poem – if you can't sleep – | Ashley Bovan

If you can't sleep / and you get up / stand by the back door smoking / and it's a clear night / with thousands of stars / thousands / and a breeze blows into the kitchen / tinkles the little bells on a cord / the ones from the hippy ...
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poem - if you can't sleep -

poem - if you can't sleep - | my poetry | Scoop.it
  If you can’t sleep and you get up stand by the back door smoking and it’s a clear night with thousands of stars thousands and a breeze blows into the kitchen tinkles the little bells on a co...
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poem – the hand –

poem – the hand – | my poetry | Scoop.it
the hand
was open
not pulling
not
a fist
I’d like to believe
it’s missing
I’m looking for it
in need
I don’t know why I left it where I did
– not a clean hand
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poem – Fabulous Stubbornness –

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Divert me through you Within you, I don’t matter I am alchemist or meddler Within you, I can play then sleep, nicely lost in correspondences Tonight, a holiday Tomorrow, stuck in the city dreaming of hills...
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poem - work -

poem - work - | my poetry | Scoop.it
  people say they like it

& I say, it was written for her

& they ask, was she happy

& I say, she refused to read it

& they say, oh

& I say, oh

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poem - paint -

poem - paint - | my poetry | Scoop.it
The dark blotches get a dab of paint

I'm happy about that

brightens the place up a bit

I think it's built on the site of a slaughter house

perhaps an asylum

Nice new colours though

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#Poem Photos of Shadows

#Poem Photos of Shadows | my poetry | Scoop.it
The air, up and down this road, aches. I spy through a window a demented man. I hear screams a madhouse cell a 60s film. Sorry, but it's all gone wrong. I was told what to do - stand back let it di...
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#Poem Allowance

#Poem Allowance | my poetry | Scoop.it
I hope it’s temporary
but you keep on.
My disappointment stacks up
like undigested beef.
I’ve rolled you over and over,
tried to turn poison into nutrient,
punished myself to learn good.
Like an orphan I met
your outstretched hand.
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poem - take what you need -

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take what you need you think will last to avoid recrimination and destruction let's gather together all the good ringfence it shape it into an egg maybe one day it'll hatch or remain a memento obje...
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If you use the train, expect to pay.
A return ticket is better value.

If you use the train, expect to pay.
A return ticket is better value.
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poem – I should write to you –

poem – I should write to you – | my poetry | Scoop.it
I think I should write to you in long, compound sentences because there’s nothing simple about this but that would suppose I had a grasp of all the complexity and even the attempt would signal a degree of fair coverage which would be lacking and...
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poem – gold –

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She said, hold out your hand
and I thought it was sand she gave me
but it was gold dust
and that act of being given to
is what I’ll remember –
nothing else
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poetry - meadows & hedgerows -

poetry - meadows & hedgerows - | my poetry | Scoop.it
You need miles of nothing to get into romance

and a stone circle, thousands of years old

 

You wake at dawn to meadows and hedgerows

and the memory of sunset before sleep

 

Your thoughts are old pictur...

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