Tag: poem

Bookshop

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No satisfaction

thumbing through volumes of books

I will never read. 

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by Scooj

Growth

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I’m in the greenhouse

That’s where you’ll find me, growing

As a human bean. 

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by Scooj
* With apologies. 

(why I don’t like) Ivy

 

Its relentless surge

strangling dispassionately

all it encounters

and the berries, destined to

paint my car in pigeon poop.

 

by Scooj

 

  • I was going to leave this as a haiku, but had so much more to say, and the rage in me added the two extra lines to make the tanka. The first version used a different word to poop, but I moderated it a little. Feel free to use the original word if it makes it more impactful.

Dry

 

Prolonged dry weather,

as we call it in the trade,

set to hang about.

 

by Scooj

Second life

 

On the allotment

Heath Robinson contraptions

harvest rainwater.

 

by Scooj

Wisteria

 

Elongated sweet

smelling purple blooms cascade

from the balustrade.

 

by Scooj

Bristol 10k

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Thousands gathering

clutching bib numbers and phones;

Lycra migration.

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by Scooj

Hope

 

Azure blue heaven

fills my heart with hope, lately

in such short supply.

 

by Scooj

Five-a-side

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It’s been eighteen months

since last I kicked a football;

now my aches have aches. 

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by Scooj