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When, once more, I AM unjustly accused,

“I’M SURE.” a poem December 30, 2019 (Monday) Pre-poem: I get what I’m sure I deserve; (pause) toThinkOtherwise’dMean: I’VE SOME NERVE? AndToThink I’dCALL THAT unfair? Even though I wasn’t there. “The one who serves theMOST’s gotTheBestSERVE.” El Poem: I get told “You’re unkind,” when my only intent, HasBeenToShowHowMuchIloveYOU; (pause) it does make quite a dent, […]

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Evening of Poetry

for Brenda Both had come with no gardener but the soul; I had myself expressed them in weariness, Like the last drop of milk from your tired breast. The red rose was no rose for me. My black rose shone in a silver dawn In the throat of the wind. On the tongue of the […]

Evening of Poetry

Dawn’s my Mr Right, already Cocks have crowed, birds flown from nests, The neon lights of Leeds last night still Sovereign in my sights, limousines and Pink baloons, tee shirts with green stencilled Dates of wedding days to come, the worn dance floor, Jingling arcades where chrome fendered fruit machines Rest on plush carpets like […]

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Evening of Poetry

When Blunkett starts to talk like Enoch Powell I think of Harold Wilson’s statue in Huddersfield Station Caught striding forward, gripping his pipe in his pocket, Hair blowing in the wind. could we but turn that bronze To flesh I would have asked him to meet the two Asylum-seekers I met in Huddersfield’s main street […]

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Evening with Poetry

Sorry, Neil Oram (with an orange in my pocket) I can’t make ,your loch-side commune by bonny Drummadrochit. Sorry Brenda Williams, I can’t share your park bench protest near the Royal Free At sixty I need a fire and slippers, -4 outside just isn’t me. Sorry, Chris Torrance, I can’t make your Welsh eyrie Just […]

Evening with Poetry

Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of mid-February blossom A surfeit of letters to work through, a mountain Of files to sort, some irritation at the thought Of travelling to Kentish Town alone when My mind was flooded with the mellifluous voice […]

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An Evening of Poetry

Arriving for a reading an hour too early: Ruefully, the general manager stopped putting out the chairs. “You don’t get any help these days. I have To sort out everything from furniture to faxes. Why not wander round the park? There are ducks And benches where you can sit and watch.” I realized it was […]