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Monday, 24 November 2025

Rebuffed

Step up to a higher bar

Praise no longer sufficient

Delay; but aim to be concise

Time taken to work it out


Work-out, works out

To step to a higher plane

With longer wider horizons

To see more than shadows


An archipelago or beach head

Of seals or penguins, only the good

Or the bad or the well placed survive

No place here for peering blindfold

Into the oncoming headlights



Sunday, 23 November 2025

Service

Arms folded, shoulders hunched

You unfasten the clasp on your bag

Didn't you have time to fix your hair

Though I must say that it goes rather well

With the early morning cappuccino


Drip drop, steam froth, a shake

Of chocolate topping, and a blueberry

Bilberry muffin; oh no you've asked

For the takeaway, two to go


Your friend, similarly arranged hair

She could be your daughter, except

I guess you are both about the same age,

Way less old than the guy with the full English



Saturday, 22 November 2025

One too many

If I smoked a cigarette

I'd take a pack of twenty

If I drank just to forget

I'd make sure I got my plenty


If I chew a liquorice sweet

I'd consume the whole damned packet

If I buy a suit so neat

I'd say, go on; wrap a second jacket


If I washed a sock or two

I'd make oddness from a pair

If I lived like some folk do

I'd stumble to find one so rare


If I loved a love so true

Only then my love would I dare



Friday, 21 November 2025

On another day

On the cusp of sleep

There lives the single word

Or the phrases of monogamy

On the upheld unknown journey


Accompaniment is wayward

Yet welcome, bringing to life

Though not to be spoken

It is wielded by the unforgiving saint


On the break of day a pencil

Is gripped before a wipe of the eye

The ringing is all

Inside of the ears, the endless

Tingle of the damned infernal



Thursday, 20 November 2025

Utility

From one big open space

To another

Down one long road

Without cloud to smother


Headlights, tail lights

Caffeine to recover

The radio plays

He ain’t heavy he's my brother


Into one small room

From another

It'll be breakfast soon

Without your lover


Nor neither his pink Cadillac