Best Bolton Poems

Remembering the days of yesteryear
when family ties were held most dear,
gas lamps flickered in the back street
while most of us danced a different beat.
Tragic alleyways...

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They’re drawing the curtains in Dorking,
Lighting the candles and pouring the lotions.
Switching off TV’s and shelving resentments,
Checking on children asleep in the darkness,
Creeping  ...

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Beneath a perpetual sky
Longing to perceive nature’s sigh,
In lanes of sparkling morning dew
Before ‘Draughton village’ we view.

Thunder lightning hoarfrost and hail
Sunbaked days when coasting the...

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UFOs have been sighted in Yorkshire,
a global hotspot it appears,
witnesses, mostly sober
to the moors and up over
have regularly seen them for years.
They all give them...

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I stared intently at blackbirds on a wire
they were lined in a row
as though someone had painted them there
fascinated, I continued to gaze
hoping to identify...

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Did I not help you?
Was I not there when you fell?
I’m crying alone….

My secrets are mine
Do I question you of yours?
The heart is silent….

Intentional pain
Do...

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the catholic nurse
all sensitive
caring noticing
everything
what can she think
of my hot/cold torment

always near blowing it
living in the fast lane
so friendly kind
the girls
dewy eyed
wanda abandoned me
bolton is...

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I envision myself as a talented soloist,
After singing Elvis in the dinning-room, to a thankful audience

Would  i be nervous or feel comfortable with the...

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When the moon is blocked by gray clouds,
A lone woman visits the graves,
She wears a black dress like a shroud.

She speaks, but her words are...

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Manchester United 1958-3 of 3
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

I heard Jackie, crying, and when I turned around
I saw the body of Roger Byrne, lay...

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An add to two to form a paste
three in a tie as a broom
try to fit in, it's a waste
one to gel on two in...

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we're wrapped in each others arms
sans clothing discarded our peculiars
I'm filled with testosterone she has lured
as would  a snake charmer robed
our fires supply our...

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I remember the one
who taught me with the gentleness of
deep, green clover

and n'er shall I forget the one
who taught me how she wanted to be...

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For me, crazy is a loose term.Crazy is when you 
stare at a pencil and laugh when someone
asks you what you are doing that is...

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If I possess a living soul
Let it fill my life's frugal bowl:
And mix elixirs' grand design,
To give me peace before my time:
Give me intellect to...

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