Best Conkers Poems

trees cast precious seed

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Off us two went, beneath the trees,
that crackled and snappled
in Autumn’s crisp breeze,
our wellies slish-sloshing through the pelting rain,
plip-plopping, plip-plopping
again and again.

The thunder it rumbled,
and...

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As shades of grey overwhelm white clouds,
their rain tears begin to pitter and patter,
creating a pattern upon my skin.
Like a dehydrated petal, I taste their...

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I remember those days when just a kid,
the old ten shilling note, and the odd quid.*
Teddy boys in their drain pipes, fur collars
smelling of nicotine,...

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Five stones
                closing times
radiograms and
              seventy-eights
school caps
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Morning assembly
Classroom hell
Couldn't count couldn't spel
School books and fountain pens
Playing in the playground with all my friends
Gobstoppers and chewing gum
Plastic sandals boys shorts to hide...

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When I was a lad about nine or ten
Summers were long school holidays great then
I played in our street we had so much fun
Me and...

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The end of summer looms
Just memories now 
Of nights of passion and
Dips in the pool

Walking by the shoreline
Sand between your toes
Hand in hand you saunter
Talking,...

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i remember so well
The scrubbed  farmhouse kitchen table
where all activities were held
From eating to colouring in,where jigsaw puzzles were made.
I remember the large open...

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'neath the chestnut tree
flakes of green,cover this scene-
autumn blankets me

'neath the chestnut tree
conkers* abound,all around-
a none-er strikes me

*conkers=horse chestnut seeds-provide a schoolyard 
autumn pastime-wiki or...

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( The views of a grumpy old man )

I have now for certain concluded that the nanny state thinks we are fools
I have seen our...

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Assaulted Peanuts

They rode across the Western Hills,
For the land of Middle Eyed Bong,
To raid the Salted Peanut Trees,
Of King Pod and his merry throng.

Who were...

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It’s not just bricks and mortar
Nor a distant memory 
But the ground roots of our livelihood
And our future destiny. 

As this place prepares to close...

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I grew up in Bath in the nineteen nineties
wearing short shorts over tighty whities,
while Bath were champions of English Rugby,
a beautiful city farfetched from ugly.

We...

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zephyr breeze
gently
blows

in autumn
watch leaves
fall

small hedgehog
rustles
leaves

brown conkers
drop to
ground

tangerine
sunset
glows


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