Best Butchers Poems

I was a Butchers boy. 
I delivered peoples meat. 
I went round on a bicycle 
to save my aching feet. 

Some people liked our Pork...

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Moonless Nights over South Sudan

heartless Moon, don’t tell me
that you weren’t looking 
when soulless soldiers dragged me
from my mama’s terrified arms
in our village in Rubkona...

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Our dinner, boiled to death root vegetables, we swallow in silence as night closes-in on the school. The co-opted Buddhist monastery housing us empties its...

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Unrhymed tercets

The Withdrawing Room

Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made 


Daunting...

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You, unfeeling creatures
Who call yourselves human,

You, fleeting bubbles of reason,
Accidental parasites of time,

You, filthy microbes of cancer,
Ephemera of invincible eternity,

You, who try to fill your...

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I am a Burn’s Night baby
(named after the Ayrshire bard)
So we’re off to hunt a haggis
locating one is extremely hard

We scour the hills of Scotland
and...

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The surgeon generals 
are scalpel meeting once again
Fear doktors of war
are planning to raise another mar
on Earth’s topographical skin

Pigmented epidermal cells
are being prosperity lullabied put...

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Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made 


Daunting without exit the...

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A lighter view of the Devizes Neighbourhood Plan 
referendum on Thursday 17th September

My alarm clock shouts at me with noisy voice
“Wake up!  It’s Thursday...

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In a small village in the green valleys of the Peak District, Sarah gave birth to a son, after a decade of trying for a...

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The Holy Land

The butchers slab of Hell, of Christian and Infidel.
Swords slash and cut lose the soul, fear! not 
conscience pays the toll. And yet...

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Ted Cogger is our local butcher and he’s been here seven years;
full forward for the footy team and drinks a nightly seven beers.
He played one...

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Crazy Mick the Irishman, with trademark bike and overcoat,
wheeling his way back into town, classed as a tarnished silly goat.
His hair was long and curly;...

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Mohamed and Khaled
The best butcher shop in town
In the deception of silence
they butcher those with sound

Voices against their Kingdom
they fear and do not like
Raping their...

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Me father was a collier, worked Harton off the coast 
Though he rattled from the coal dust he was whiter than a ghost 
But the...

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