Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Steaming Bray

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Steaming Bray ~
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Steaming Bray

A bonnie beast passed by today
O yeah, at fifteen hands and five
Felt good to be alive, and then
Again, I can't remember when
I flew like you, feels good
Though, just to be around
Safe and sound, as thundering hooves
Shake the ground, and stallions
Steaming bray


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Tuesday, 4 June 2013

Bow Tie Blues

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Bow Tie Blues ~
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Bow Tie Blues

The butterfly she flutters by
Like my old grandpa's best bow tie
But more beauty than a best bow tie
For ties are binding more than I
Care for as well as the butterfly


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Call of the Wild Wolf

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Call of the Wild Wolf ~
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Call of the Wild Wolf

The fire is flickering in the hearth
The day's drawn in, it's near nightfall
A sudden scuffle on the path
That's when you hear the wild wolf's call

The moon has not yet set to wane
A muffled footstep in the hall
A tap upon a spattered pane
That's when you hear the wild wolf's call

The book lies open on your lap
Your eyes are fixed upon the wall
You've woken from a stolen nap
That's when you hear the wild wolf's call

Yellow eyes lapped by the firelight
Ears prick up, you're stretching tall
A smile is glinting in the night
And echoes of the wild wolf's call


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Saturday, 1 June 2013

Mirth In Motion

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Mirth In Motion ~
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Mirth In Motion

Like rats exploding from a sewer
Fireworks on the Eiffel Tower
Coins hitting a beggars plate
Taking the metro too late
Arcs of Triumph, tinted tricolour
Thieves on the steps of the Sacré Coeur
Black men selling flapping birds
Then running from the cops in herds
Palais Royal's perfect puddles
Luxembourg's shadows and muddles
Louvre pyramids like magic windows
Reflect Romanian widows
Sunset on the Paris sound
The Seine river laps all around
Paris blasts into my mind
Paris laughs at all mankind

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Friday, 31 May 2013

Existential Indigestion

Poetry Of Sorts
Existential Indigestion ~
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Existential Indigestion

Life gobbles you up
As a helpless pup
Ruminates and cogitates
Chews the cud
And tramples mud
Burps and farts
And other arts
Then spits you out
Or shites about
Throws you up
Like a helpless pup
And that's the end of you

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Girl On The Escalator Going The Other Way

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Girl On The Escalator Going The Other Way ~
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Girl On The Escalator Going The Other Way

Ships in the night
Would be too trite
We were sparks in the day
Flying opposite ways
You caught my eye
From way up high
We swore an oath
That we would both
Dedicate that ride
To the one beside
Me rising up to meet you
You sinking down
Too good to be true
Then gone, fading, receding
Leaving something in me pleading
You were spirited away
But I miss you till this day

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The Non-Football Fan's Lament

Poetry Of Sorts
The Non-Football Fan's Lament ~
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The Non-Football Fan's Lament

Messi's scored again
The ball has hit the net
And my father-in-law
Makes a disturbing roar
I'd really much rather forget

Messi's scored again
And my son sings 'campeones'
He's only two but knows
What to do and shows
What team his own is

Messi's scored again
And the wife lets out a squeal
Such a silly sound
Just coz he's found
A goal against Real

Messi's scored again
And the family's in convulsions
He's made it four
I use the door
In search of other compulsions

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Wiggly Worm

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Wiggly Worm ~
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Wiggly Worm

I'm a wiggly worm
Not a pachyderm
Though pachyderms have
It must be said
A rather splendid wiggly worm
Hanging off their head

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Thursday, 30 May 2013

The GarnalSnup

Poetry Of Sorts
~ The GarnalSnup ~
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The GarnalSnup

Through the drear dregs he comes
He'll poke your cheeks, he'll tweak your thumbs
And should you dare to stop and stare
The GarnalSnup will eat you up!

He lives in the hinterlands
Twixt light and dark, in parks he stands
And should you think to boldly blink
The GarnalSnup will eat you up!

Now by riversides he hides
On slippery slopes he gloats and bides
And should you try to sneak on by
The GarnalSnup will eat you up!


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Open Book

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Open Book ~
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Open Book

I place my hand upon your cover
Dream you've had no other lover

Turn your pages, caress words
Feel your moments fly like birds

Then close you lest they discover
What I just have, not to recover


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Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Yellow Red Blue

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Yellow Red Blue ~
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Yellow Red Blue

My favourite fruit, that awful suit
A sun that sets, the stars that shoot
My cowardice, that shy first kiss
Champagne we share, your hair your hair

My first beach ball, boots in the hall
An old tile roof, the leaves that fall
My beating heart, your thighs apart
Birth mark on hips, your lips your lips

My swimming pool, canapy cool
A sky so vast, in sea we'd fool
My morbid mood, by night we wooed
Drowning in sighs, your eyes your eyes


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Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Ladybird

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Ladybird ~
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Ladybird

The ladybird is rarely heard
She seldom sings or thinks of things
And when she lingers on my fingers
Spots and dots are what she brings

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Saturday, 5 January 2013

Poet Tree

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Poet Tree ~
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Poet Tree

There are three types of poetry
One uses rhyme exclusively

Another trembles, bends its knee
Metaphors soothe, sweet simile

The third is slyer, sneaky tooth
A crouching tiger, voting booth

As wry as whiskey with an 'e'
Which, being Scots, is big o' me

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Thursday, 3 January 2013

Her

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Her ~
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Her

She's bent double, hand out
For a hand out, crawling concrete
Crossing rubble, seen her
Cross, the old Pont Neuf
Rue Saint-André des Art
She's far from artful
Then Montmartreful
Where she hasn't been
Bent double what
She hasn't seen
I've seen her
Sun-up day time
Sun-down slay time
Sick and tired
She's clinging to that stick
She's sticking to her guns
If she had ones
She'd shout, she'd mumble
Listen to the thunder rumble
But all she's got's a hand
A hand stuck out
For a backhander
And a back bent double

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Be There

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Be There ~
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Be There

Crumpled paper Crunchie wrapper
Times sublimes the floor not feeling
Dapper date is late and reeling
Gaze is raised up to the ceiling

Smile upon my face is riling
Damn the muddle slam the late night
Filing's not my thing all right
I flim and fuddle grinning bright


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