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Category Archives: Werse
Unsaid
We die little by little By things unsaid Unexplained The mortal wounds to the living soul. Love, unexpressed. We do it every day, Swallowing the softer words. Less embarrassing stuck in my throat than hanging off your ears. Hugs, unhugged. … Continue reading
Knickers
Many people could not contemplate adventuresWithout wearing knickers from Marks and Spencers. Gentlemen on building sites, ladies in parksAll wearing shreddies from Spencer and Marks. People sitting down in chairs, people on the hopAll buying underwear in the same shop. … Continue reading
Tyrannosaurus Licks.
Pity the poor dinosaur, found in many landsWith those stonking great big leggiesAnd such tiny little hands. It could never be a model, despite being so tallIt wouldn’t suit a pencil skirtor skinny jeans at all. It couldn’t hobble … Continue reading
….and rest.
I have a fund of tirednessIt’s almost ocean deepIt lives within the bones of meAnd makes it hard to sleep. It keeps pace with me everywhereI cannot shake it looseI have no strength to run from itThough I would, if … Continue reading
The Dolls’ House.
This is the happy home we never had The love and joy that was not ours This is the place where we are understood. Some people have a real home (Which has nothing to do at all with a house) … Continue reading
Congratulations!
Congratulations Wills and Kate, We hope the bride will not be late And if she is we hope the groom Will not sulk off to his own room. We hope the guests will not be crabby And sit looking daggers … Continue reading
Magnolia spring.
My magnolia in spring is a glorious thing. It soars in the air above the spring bedding, While down on the ground, it looks like a wedding. It’s hard to believe, such a short time ago, it looked dead. It … Continue reading
The fulcrum.
Sooner or later, with any dictator, It comes down to a hole in the ground. When you’re crouching there, praying Can you hear the pack baying Or your breath and the worms all around? You may reflect on your deeds … Continue reading
Rockmen.
On the surface of a giant rock Hurtling through space There crawl the tiny parasites They call the human race. From the dawn of man To modern times No peoples are complete Without including in their culture The rocks beneath … Continue reading
Happy Solstice.
Happy solstice, gentle reader, As the world turns so do we. The season makes a new beginning And the change will set us free. Happy solstice, leave behind you All the dark things of the past One last look at … Continue reading