Best Prams Poems

I'm not selling a house, i'm leaving my home.
Happy times together, months spent alone.
Morning sickness, baby loss, labour and birth
Planting my seeds in good strong...

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She sits on the outer looking in
As the party is in full swing
Another family gathering
With all the happiness and laughter it brings

Her family….children and grandchildren
Her...

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Rust sleeps without the churchyard
on the blunt perimeter rails,
on the bloom of iron stabbing up
into the pelt of rain.

Rust sleeps upon the fence posts
where the...

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Café Watch


Sitting in a café, watching life pass by.
People rushing into shops; important stuff to buy.
Groups of foreign workers, stopping, shaking hands;
Local people bustling by...

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OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

ON 1ST JULY 1990~ THE ANGELS DID SOMETHING ALMIGHTY
FROM HEAVEN THEY SENT US OUR LIFE-LONG DESIRE-A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO LOVE AND...

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Santa omitted to visit our town 
Christmas Day was so sad ; all the kiddies let down .
Parents were livid and they all could remember
That...

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People walking head down staring  into their cell phones
In pairs or all alone
Children pushing their children in buggies and prams
Traffic wardens and traffic jams
Zombies...

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There is a little red train
Rolling down the line
Little red train
I wish that you were mine
You're taking all the toys
and the girls and boys
On a...

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In Liverpool, England, there is one street containing 
all the Chinese restaurants, side to side, back to back
and stinking drain to sea.
where once a year,...

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In Kew Gardens I feast on				
daffodils and swans and honk-				
ing geese in turf protection mode				
and one spectacular show				
from a strutting peacock’s tail,				
its color chart exploding					
against...

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What's going on in my home town? 
I ask you this from behind my frown 
The high streets full of charity places
Populating the vacant spaces.

We...

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RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade Le Chant Royal 6

(NOTE: This French “ballade” is being composed on permutations of the number ONE repeated twice,...

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I walk up the promenade franked by the flowers 
Seas of Marigolds with Alyssum waves  
An ocean of daffodils and a bluebell wood too
Manicured...

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GOLDEN DAYS
CHILDHOOD DAYS ARE LONG GONE
BUT THE MEMORIES LINGER ON
HAPPY TIMES, SOMETIMES SAD 
FRIENDS REMAIN, BEST WE HAD
HOPSCOTCH ON THE NEXTDOORS PATH
ENDURING THIER RAGE AND...

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Stalls with red plums, green grapes and yellow corn
And bits and bobs in the market of rags.
The Bullring was a buzz with life that morn
Children...

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