Best Trundles Poems

You are alone on a deserted island that has been filled with overgrown fruit 
and bare essentials.  The water is so clear you can...

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All night unto dawn
a gentle sadness
a comforting...

there is a dreaming rain falling
it is younger than morning mist
it is the first and last teardrop
as the world...

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Noise, Noise, Noise
That’s all I ever hear
It’s getting so loud and intrusive, that I begin to fear
How much more noise can my ears take
As I...

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Advertising triolet poem with narrative:


 Toyota Revo
(triolet)

A four-wheel drive,even purchased as second-hand
Still runs smoothly and safe, never trundles around
With its superlative engine, mileage is grand
A...

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Neath shimmered strings of starlight’s breeze, crepuscular in night
on trodden soil he lay with slumbered eyes.
Lashed to oak, his chestnut mare in dream just out...

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[starboard port]

the ocean—an onyx plate predawn—
somnambulant ships preen with a swag of
warning lights

massive hulls: cargo ships, flotillas, tankers,
passenger liners loll; red lights buss
the somber slate...

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NOTE-Right now Scotland is suffering it's worsed winter since 1963.The severe 
weather has put the whole country at a stand-still..... 



Polar bears in kilts, it's...

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I love my rusty dusty car,
the most entrusted car, by far; 
a sort of hey! Come out and play, 
both here at home and far...

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How busy, busy is the life
Fat-arsed but Oh so humble Bumble Bee
He has no worries. What a simple life
Unhappy. How can he be?

He trundles round...

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DIARY NOTES : Mad-House Maths

March 30th., 2018 - Another day sets in Paris

The home-bound Octogenarian trundles from the Mall's town centre
Back laden with the day's...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part One

Lone gold Venus nears the sickle moon in the late autumn sky
She lies naked dreaming with one leg...

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This cute little creature trundles along,
He cannot speak, nor sing a song,
He cannot run, for love nor dime,
Nor decipher day from the nighttime.
To labor the...

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A day in June.
Tuesday.
Week’s worst day!
Twenty to five.

A wintry sun,
Low in the sky,
Casts long shadows,
Emits no warmth.

I’m in a dorp
With tired shops,
Bank and church,
GPO and...

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I wrote some quick notes about the journey on foot from the train station to the art gallery with a view to making it into...

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Waterfalls of colourful lights 
pour from your heart into mine 
as a read across the page. 
I long for the feeling of your 
hand in...

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