Tag: poem

Nightmare

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Everywhere I look

I see the ragged remnants

of my waking dreams.

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by Scooj

Autumn

 

Halowe’en is gone

pumpkins hurled in the compost;

time passes quickly.

 

by Scooj

 

Loop

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Scrawls on newspaper

crafted into verse about

scrawls on newspaper. 

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by Scooj

Non-natives

 

I’m awake early

squaking parakeets outside;

a London nuisance.

 

by Scooj

M4

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Red kites above

great conservation story;

no more DDT. 

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by Scooj

Nipper

 

Little Bristol dog

recognised by millions;

a canine icon.

 

by Scooj

 

Nipper, Bristol, His Master's Voice
Nipper, Bristol, His Master’s Voice

The last dance

 

Summer’s last hurrah

tardy, tatty butterfly

pauses in the sun.

 

by Scooj

Days for living

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Chilly morn, clear, crisp

trees cast long slender shadows

and I am alive. 

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by Scooj

Cucumber and wine

 

Picture this: a man

chomps on a whole cucumber

in his other hand

a half-full bottle of wine;

A Bristolian breakfast.

 

by Scooj