Long Baccy Poems

The old man stood;elbows resting on the old stone wall
Wistfully he gazed over the snow laden field,
Watching the sheep nibble on bales of hay,
He thought back remembering his working day.

In his leather like work hardened...

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'Twas the night before Christmas and it was heavily snowing
The windows in the house rattled with the wind that was blowing
Santa looked out through the window and it filled him with dread
He was in two...

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Harry (written by Steven Cooke)

He stairs through the window
In wheelchair he knows,
Gabriel is just a pause behind him.
His last duty, to open a door in his mind
Of memories torn from 1917, where he left,
Jack Fred...

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Each time my Auntie Rosa went to shop in the High Street,
She’d bring us back a pink-iced bun; it was our special treat.
We’d take them up to Grandad’s (we preferred to eat them there)
We’d scoff...

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Splidgy splodgy, squishy and squashy
Time to find Dad’s old mackintoshy
Time to jump in the puddles so deep
To splishy and splashy, and cover his feet
In glorious slime and silt from the stream
Making chocolatey coately mud pies...

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Caverns, caves, and mystery
Along the Cornish coast
Pungent smell of misery
Did I see smugglers ghost?

Black Jack guarded his domain
Cutlass drawn and fighting stance
Willing to inflict bloody pain, guarding
Brandy wine from far off France.

The barrels roll in...

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He wanted to be a Toreador
He’d bought a suit of light
He practised with his mother’s cape
Nearly every single working night

He could perform The Veronica
With a certain style and grace
Always maintaining the required
Look of haught there...

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In continuation to the limerick "PEDRO THE PEDDLER" . . . : )

PEDRO’S BROTHER DIEGO . . . 

So . . . 

Didn’t Pedro have a brother he is called Diego
He is just back from...

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The telephone’s shrill ringing
Jerked me from my sleep
To hear the voice break
Heard him start to weep.
I knew just how hard
That he’d been trying 
To hold back the pain,
To stop himself from crying.

Broken and shattered 
At...

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She had a face like a fish fryer's basket,
All stressed  and creased and lined 
His like  a bag of old spanners
Abused, misused, misaligned. 
She jumped his place in the bar queue
One  Boozy...

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the class
   of summer fifty five
left to ply
   their business lives

the office     partners just two
pens   pencils nearly-new

clerking the lowest
      ...

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the class
   of summer fifty five
left to ply
   their business lives

the office     partners just two
pens   pencils nearly-new

clerking the lowest
      ...

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Peanut butter sarnies
Wacky baccy smoke
Hysterical laughter
At an unfunny joke
Colours so intense 
Brighter than I've ever seen
Sound reverbing through me
Clearer than it's ever been
Passing the material of her
Skirt through my fingers
A softly caressing sensation
That soothes and...

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Beneath this table sits a box
It’s scruffy, thin and battered.
 A cardboard box of memories
Of days that really mattered.

Confetti from my wedding day
A drawing by my mother
The shoes that took my son to school.
A photo...

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Pipe tobacco is cheaper than hand rolling tobacco, that’s  good
But you gotta chip it an chop it and tug out all of the twigs and dead wood
Cos it’s as rough and as course as...

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I raked in my baccy pouch
to find the makings of a toke
and pretty soon I was riding
that sweet magic smoke

stretching like a giant
a million miles high
switching off stars 
in the night sky
riding a dragon
full of...

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