Slot machines keep on slotting
Kiss me quick hats
Pray kiss me on the lips
Life could go on forever
The Chic Baby from LA
Or maybe Market Harborough
Turns, and turns again
Outside the Imperial Ballroom
Later
In the half-light of the darkness
A life is taken
Somewhere up by the caravan park
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Tuesday, 6 November 2018
Monday, 5 November 2018
On The Pier
Sisters, in sari’s
Hippies, with long grey beards
Deckchairs for people watchers
Soft white sands
With talk of past generations
Returning back to town
A polish narrative on the mobile
Continentals to continents abound
Ice creams, big as children’s faces
Candy floss, even bigger still
Who would, who wouldn’t
Who didn’t, who did; did you
Hippies, with long grey beards
Deckchairs for people watchers
Soft white sands
With talk of past generations
Returning back to town
A polish narrative on the mobile
Continentals to continents abound
Ice creams, big as children’s faces
Candy floss, even bigger still
Who would, who wouldn’t
Who didn’t, who did; did you
Sunday, 4 November 2018
Only For Pier Customers
Grandmother, mother
Daughters, dogs
Laughter
Boyfriend, girlfriend
Ice-smoothie, expectations
Laughter
Dreadlocks, odd socks
Plimsolls, denim jeans
Laughter
Parents, children
Ride-on-bikes, payments
Laughter
Daughters, dogs
Laughter
Boyfriend, girlfriend
Ice-smoothie, expectations
Laughter
Dreadlocks, odd socks
Plimsolls, denim jeans
Laughter
Parents, children
Ride-on-bikes, payments
Laughter
Saturday, 3 November 2018
Two Sides - Same Coin
In Forest Row
I write of meditations
Of walks, of flowers
In Cleethorpes
I do not know where the sea is
Or the waves, or the windmill towers
I was, I will
I am, to be
I was, I will, I am, to be
I watch, I cringe
I detect, I am not me
I watch, I cringe; I am, but it’s not me
I write of meditations
Of walks, of flowers
In Cleethorpes
I do not know where the sea is
Or the waves, or the windmill towers
I was, I will
I am, to be
I was, I will, I am, to be
I watch, I cringe
I detect, I am not me
I watch, I cringe; I am, but it’s not me
Friday, 2 November 2018
Affects The Poor
There is a level of obesity
Which would be difficult
To appreciate, back
In our low-calorie kitchen
Young men, old men
Young women, old women
Even middle age strollers
Are similarly afflicted
The invalid scooters
Cannot entirely be blamed
Yet they do play a part
In moving about those who are
Which would be difficult
To appreciate, back
In our low-calorie kitchen
Young men, old men
Young women, old women
Even middle age strollers
Are similarly afflicted
The invalid scooters
Cannot entirely be blamed
Yet they do play a part
In moving about those who are
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