Summer frocks
And slimline dresses
Tanning skin
As ice-cream refreshes
Flailing cotton
With mischief distresses
Turning thin
Which increasingly impresses
Bathing costume
Combined caresses
Thoughts within
Her mind reassesses
In the rampant sea
A wave distresses
Her body spins
And hope forgets us
Back on land
Where time refreshes
Step out, as
Wet T-shirt expresses
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One item short
So another visit needed
The repeat system
Screwed up again
Why bother telling me
To call in and collect
When you already knew
Not everything was available
And don’t you dare
Blame covid or brexit
Because you and your systems
Have never really worked
Of course I know
That I should be thankful
For all of the extra walking
How else could I cope
And to be able to call in
At the coffee shop
To write this vengeful rant
Which might well be my new poetry
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Is it the walk
Or is it the weir
Is it the blue sky
Or is it my 3 month reprieve
Is it the water
Flowing and splashing
Is it the sound
Of random collisions
Is it the birdsong
Or cyclists riding by
Was it Freebird
By Lynyrd Skynyrd
Then the aromas
Of nettle and blackthorn
By the new houses
Looking out over the canal
Actually it is me
My own peace and tranquillity
Only slightly disturbed
By the jet plane overhead
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The view out the back
Must be of more houses
For all I can see, all around
Is houses, houses, houses
How long ago
Was Kestrel Drive
A meadow, or a field
Or a habitat, for birds of prey
Today I sit on a bench
There is a nameplate
Bur this is no one’s favourite place
And I doubt it will become mine
Especially with the lawnmowers
And hedge trimmers chiming in
Also the hungry seagulls
Waiting to pounce
But the sky is blue
Only one small cloud
And that a good way off
But heading in this direction
As was the community bus
Which slowed down
With a squeak and a squeal
Before making a right turn
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With the power of the soul
I aim to find myself
To be released
Or re-conceived
Into the love of beauty
Such that I might walk
To the top of the woods
Where the clearing welcomes me
Also, all of those
Who take a not dissimilar path
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