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Monday, 12 December 2022

Every place has its problems

Every place has its problems

Here it's the seagulls

The walkers with their dogs

And the irregular hours

Of the drug dealers


Everywhere on earth is blighted

With one annoyance or another

Here it is the broad beam shorts

For daughters and mothers

As they lean on the railings


Every town in every county

From the north to the south

Every hope quickly becomes regret

As sad words leave the mouth

To characterise the diminished accent



Sunday, 11 December 2022

Gratitude

Gratitude

Towards pigeons

And Weatherspoon’s


Bask

In September sunshine

Between the clouds


To believe

Or to not believe

In the church of the church


Who meet in cinemas

Hotels, cafés

And your house if you let them


What else to do

But to sit up straight

Think of the last few lines


Before the tide goes out

Or the floodgates

Are put in place



Saturday, 10 December 2022

How to be both

How to be both

Happy and sad

Dark and light

Dull or bright

Fight or flight


How to be both

Here and there

Anywhere and everywhere

With moon and sun

With angst or fun


How to be both

First and last

Start and finish

Where or whereabouts

In or out of pocket


How to be both

Superficial yet insightful

Tormenting or peaceful

Surf god or seagull

Spaceship or rocket



Friday, 9 December 2022

How long could I stay here

How long could I stay here

Without a field

Or branch

Or tree


Waiting for the big boat

Moving slowly

Across

A bounded sea


Rising as a tower or platform

To dwarf

The white sailed

Sailing boat I see


We have a time for the crying

It is a gift

Gifted

To the all of us who are to be


Although for now

Preservation

Is our perseverance

For our final shoal of reverie



Thursday, 8 December 2022

Friday morning on the seafront

Friday morning on the seafront

Ocean liners on the ocean line

Out there are the Channel Islands

The accident soon became the design


Once again to thinking of setting sail

Or of boarding the thirty-minute flight

Such is the hopeless old romantic

With his penchant for second sight


The hearing is the hearing is the hearing

Away from most of all distraction

With the foretaste of nights of satin

This item craves signs of satisfaction


For stories of hotel bedrooms

With birthday parties for the girls

Step after step down the catwalk

Her smile for your life seriously unfurls