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Four minutes only
seventeen syllables to
contrive; here we go.
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by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Last stand
This stubborn Summer
reluctant to relinquish
its tenuous grip.
by Scooj
Pub crawl
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Leaving dos galore
farewells to long-time colleagues
drowning my sorrows.
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by Scooj
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* written whilst walking between pubs.
Ellie
Fiery furnace
compassionate to the core
a golden heart forged.
by Scooj
For my manager who leaves this week. She’s simply the best.
Unto thine own self be true
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A life compromised
by moral obligations
the right choices made.
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by Scooj
Waiting
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Steely blue cold seat
at the station; leg relief
but rather cold bum.
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by Scooj
Sweet victory
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It’s been a long time
and the wait has bee so hard
happy days are here.
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by Scooj
Indian Summer
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Lingering Summer
stay a while longer and know
you are most welcome.
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by Scooj
Book club
Sweet joy. They are here
and I am relegated
to this room…I write.
by Scooj
My daughter’s assessment of this haiku…”that’s boring Dad”.
Waiting it out
Inexorable
my time in time will come, but
will I welcome it?
by Scooj
Natural adventures 