Best Perspex Poems

Space Shot

If I were a scientist I'd build a massive gun
To blast myself beyond the moon and then beyond the sun
I say the sun but it’s a star, our closest so I'm told
But I would keep on going cos the stars just leave me cold
They’re...

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 Mi Amigo

Flying Fortress Mi Amigo Remembrance
 Mi Amigo

It happened in the year nineteen forty-four
Ten young lives from that day were with us no more
Flying a B17 bomber plane
A ten-man crew “Mi Amigo” her name
Returning from a raid over Denmark
Badly damaged and struggling back to...

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She's a pack-up and lander,
Like the geese and the gander,
She's a Roma,
On her own-a,
In a two wheeled house,
Involved with no weak willed spouse,
O honey! I've no money but I would be your mouse!
Snow White, fibre glass, heavenly abode,
Look real close, I'm a frog not a...

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The Wind howls and the rain pours onto the Perspex sheeted roof
The rain seems to be chasing me as if trying to find proof
Proof that this day has finally arrived with no escape route in sight
My life, My family, All under the heavy and bright...

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Brooding nimbus darken the sky
suddenly clouds burst
Rain drops thunder down
then subside to a gentle pitter patter
on the Perspex  conservatory roof

I watch as raging rivulets of rain
run down the windows
and hear the old drains gurgling
at the deluge of water

I peer outside as the pitter pattering...

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MY 62ND BIRTHDAY
It’s my birthday and I’m in my 62nd year
I’ve shared the laughter and the tears
I love birthdays and there’s been a lot
I love all the cake so far that I have got
I did some overseas travel in my twenties
And here are some places...

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Pt 1

Far out, they cried
when I stood on cinders,
feet combusting,
like it was clever;
even though water
sprinkled the joint,
coals sizzled,
flesh melted, spat;
chunks of sinew,
popped like corn.
Timbers smoked,
glowed like hell;
arms blackened, curled
crossed over chests.
I’m burning, I told
the voices,
need a little help;
far out, far out, they said,
the ghosts of...

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MOORSIDE MEMORIES

The years pass by but the memories are the same now as just then,
from racing down the ski slope on perspex to stoning the buses,
these were mental teenage days of mischief.
local pubs provided a welcome release form the speed of life,
getting pissed and going...

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Am i right to have questions?
the perspex of time eludes me.
Am i right to compound others betrail?
is it wrong for the taxation of sunshine through a window?
does the dictionary not say, wrong is to treat unjustly.
or wrongful an injurious unjust?
can i writhe on this subject?
or...

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The orchestra strains to be symphonic --- a bee in a tin box.
Cigar smoke thunders, molecules of sound wilt
only to be dialed up through brass lungs.
The combo is quaintly upholstered, a classic sports car
driven by Disney. Outmoded refrains gurgle.
We see the obsolete road ahead, feel...

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From within the perspex booth, he flirtily inquired
 if my day so far had been fulfilling 
Duty of filling two reusable bags with thirty items
Didn't stop my silly line from spilling
"Certainly, yes - it's fulfilling me now"

His stare seemed unphased by my lame admission
Scanned groceries...

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Menacing silence fills the air
All is still nobody moves
Darkness covers all the land
Only dim lights penetrate the gloom

Yet within this void four men sit
Awake yet silent awaiting a call
To start moving at a frightening pace
Together but to each alone

Soon the call to summon arrives
Up in...

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My eyes are sutured 
can feel the threads,
I stitched them together 
stoned out of my head,
Seemed like a good idea, 
or so my friends said,
Glue would have been better,
now I can only see red. 

My jaws where broken, 
teeth wired together, 
High on drugs again,...

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I told the paper seller outside the train station
of your birth that day
he wasn't interested, 
but I knew the truth of it
It had been a hard night for your mother
a storm of pain, of emotions of crying
now it was six in the morning and I...

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‘Twere a foolish youth indeed
that ne’er his parents’ voice would heed.
“We hear you’re courting Mary Lue.
Dump that flirt, what e’er you do!
Once you’re wed, she’ll run you down.
Her name is known throughout the town.”

Alack! O woe! O Sorrow’s pang
upon the morn those church bells rang!
No...

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