Sunlight on gravestones
Reminds me
That we
Are but bones.
But, with my soul on the line
I should, perhaps back the communion wine . . .
Sunlight on Gravestones
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And then you know . . .
How short her skirt.
No need to flirt.
Just a quick “hello”
And then you know . . .
For ’tis always so
With girls of a certain profession,
Although, some show more discretion . . .
Nothing More
Heels clip clop,
Then stop
At a suburban door.
A doorbell peal.
A grubby deal.
Nothing more.
The Bells of All Saints
What do the bells of All Saints say
On this cold spring day?
Is it “repent?”
Or a lament,
A sighing
For a civilisation that is dying?
I can not say.
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The above poem was inspired by me hearing the bells of All Saints Church, as I passed through the churchyard on the morning of Sunday 5th May 2019). You can find All Saints Upper Norwood here, http://www.allsaintsuppernorwood.co.uk/).
You Cleaned Your Teeth
You cleaned your teeth
And came to bed.
I remember not
What was said.
But talk is cheap
Though not so diamond rings
And other things
Of which we shall not speak.
You and Me Drinking Wine On My Settee
You and me
Drinking wine on my settee,
Both of us knowing
Where this was going
For we had nowhere at all
Left to fall
Places of Poetry
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Through the course of a four-month summer public campaign, writers from across the country will be invited to write new poems of place, heritage and identity, and pin them to the map.
Places of Poetry will prompt reflection on national and cultural identities in England and Wales, celebrating the diversity, heritage and personalities of place”.
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When a Young Man Named More
When a young man named More
Said, “my love she is pure.
We met last night
Under a winking red light,
I said, “my friend, are you sure?”
“You enjoyed your run today”
“You enjoyed your run today”,
I say.
And one day
Your run will be done
My faithful old canine,
While the sun
Will still shine
On mine.
Our Civilisation
Our civilisation is just
As these flowers I touch,
Bright petals and dust.
