Poems

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Sirens! The cry went round the ship
as swift as if they'd sighted home
and every sailor felt the grip

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Here
We Are.

And we are living.

Isn't that amazing?

How we manage 
to be
at all.
     
 

 

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At dawn, she climbs over the horizon
to slink between the curtains
and rest her head on your pillow.

BOOKED
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     The Mac

is a corny-joke-cracking

seven foot

bowling fanatic

with reddish Mohawk

who wears funny T-shirts

and high top Converse sneakers.

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She didn’t call for me as she usually does.
I shared my crisps with someone else.

I sat with someone else in assembly.
She gave me a funny look coming out.

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                   ...not white like the snow

 

more moon-panther or silvery cloud-cat

with her ripple-patterns melting as (oh,

 

but she's beautiful) you stare

A F Harrold -poetryline
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From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

Don’t mock

the humble sock.

 

Even a sock that’s old

will keep you from feeling cold.

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He's younger than the others. Looks about my brother's age.

He speaks like people speak, not like he's reading from a page. 

Poem

Take an apple. Chop it into quarters.
Count out three. These represent the lakes
that nestle inside countries, all the snaking 
rivers joined with seas – the blue that’s water.

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In the deep green,

in the heat of the gloom,

a leyak creeps across its selves:

                       fish,

         beetle,

                   monkey,

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