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Chilly morning walk
father and son on the beach
looking for fossils
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by Scooj
Tag: poem
Stories
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An old lady speaks
telling stories of her life
we sit and listen
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by Scooj
Redland
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On the final leg
branch line to Redland station
the weekend starts here
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by Scooj
Distraction
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An evening out
celebrating sixty years
of Jonathan G
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by Scooj
What’s the point
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Twice I have heard this,
putting things into context
sense of proportion
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by Scooj
Invasion
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I can’t shut it out
no matter how hard I try
fear, worry, loss, hope
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by Scooj
Dirty money
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Talk of dirty cash
by those that have gained from it
difficult to take
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by Scooj
Broken-hearted
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The tempo of the moment
I drag my feet behind me
slow, slow, quick, quick, slow
a leaden, broken-hearted, tango
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Newsbeats punctuate the day
fuelling my impotence
wading through treacle
a saddened, broken-hearted, people
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Generation’s legacy
it’s as if we’ve learned nothing
and Putin’s disdain
fragmented, broken-hearted, Ukraine
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by Scooj
* I always feel it is a bit of a risk writing poetry like this. I don’t have a particularly highly developed skill for it, but I just wrote the words on a notepad, and, well, I’m sharing them. I am struggling to come to terms with the war in Ukraine, but it is only one of several defining moments of our time which have been handled rather badly… Climate crisis, biodiversity crisis, COVID-19, nationalism and war. What a bloody mess.
Cloak
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Darkness surrounds us
a thick veil over Europe
light of peace snuffed out
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by Scooj
Desensitised
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You might have thought that
watching the news would concern
instead we grab zeds
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by Scooj
Natural adventures 