Best Anorak Poems

The snow mobile stops and sinks to the level of the snow, no more to go
Which way do I take for shelter the sure or...

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Dear Past, Present and My Dear Future

Wearing a coat 
Or call it an anorak
Through the rain he takes his steps
And on the road he walks
A...

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End of November, the temperature's dropping,
the windows show first signs of frost,
gloves tied with string to the ends of coat sleeves
to stop them from both...

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Several days of agony; 
Last night...almost doubled up. 
Moaning in pain.
Even through pain killers. 

Phoned dentist: Appt. at 2.40...
Timed it badly. 
Started out; it was...

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Things

Things . . . 
Things?
Things!
Just ordinary
Things.
Familiar Things.
Everyday Things.
Obvious Things.
Even trivial Things.


Things seen
Front on or 
From an angle.
Things glimpsed.
Things touched.
The smell 
Of Things.
The feel 
Of Things.


Things?
Yes...

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Tell me friend 
How best to paint a woman
Brilliantly colourful and extremely fastidious
Who is an African princess
Blending aggression with femininity
And radiates grace, charm and suppleness
The...

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Spring had already come, but my mother was still numb, 
Winter anorak hugging my sweating and suffocating body; 
Sad inside, but quietly because I was...

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One day a placid platypus was playing in a kitchen. He had discovered that there was often much to sort and much to sort was...

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Dark black thunderclouds are covering up the azure sky
I know rain is just God’s tear drops falling from up high

I hear the pitter patter of...

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Anorak, gloves, a scarf? Well, I’m not sure
I’ll need the weight of winter outerwear, 
if sun’s included in your offering.
No matter, you’re the beach! I...

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As an aperitif to understand the essence of thought
Blood of a young tortoise touched my lips
Seldom as it is - pure ichor – I whisper’d...

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The can that still defines the man
Proffered skyward like some masterplan.
A trophy of those glory days
When youth was king 
And dreams obeyed.
This same old street
Those...

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Dream On!

Clouds hang low today covering the ridge,
if I drive up there on my bike I can hide in 
a steel blue cloud and people...

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In his green anorak
With a red bobble hat
He was sat in the midday sun
He was looking so glum
Our dear teenage son
Such a look on his...

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NOSTALGIA  FOR  SCOTLAND.
 
Scotland - wet summer afternoon: 
Marketplace cats hide under wind-whipped stalls. 
No weather difference from November to June :
The marketeers...

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