Long Bedstead Poems

Dear Santa,
As you may well know, 
it's tights and not stockings that are all the go.
So, with no stockings to hang on the bedstead, 
would a pair of my bloomers be OK instead?
I'll sew up...

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I awake from winters slumber
As my sap begins to flow
My buds will shortly sprout
While my limbs begin to grow

I watch the many animals
That start to come around
To some I am a gym
While others lay quite...

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I dreamt I said, ‘Hullo, Fellow’ on her pink plumage pillow
When from my blue sky grew and flew a sentimental swallow
That told me to fold my arms and grow calm because it didn’t matter anymore
As...

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Post coitum omne animal triste est, 

             sive gallus et mulier*

 

Yes, no cockerel who rules the cackling roost

   Will stomach...

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I have being bitten with a poisonous sting
Causing me greater pain
Making me feel unconscious
And allowing tears flow down my cheek

I have being bitten by an unseen creature 
Causing people to mourn with me 
Causing me...

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Hark, listen to the church bells ring
In welcome to our newborn King 
Sing in praise for the Holy babe
It was for us our Saviour came.

As never before - kneel and pray
For peace on earth this...

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Just going for a BEER

Beer, Beer, what you are doing here
I thought I gave you up
But there are still two cans of you left here in the fridge

Now enough is enough
But I do though like...

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Steam driven ashes and lava from volcanoes
Obscure tomorrows
Exploding from bean pods and tomatoes
Beseeching and seeking halos

Our lives require
To earn a rebirth
Inspire and inquire
Whether a new berth

Becomes of the essence
In the path the future offers
Despite the...

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Though the carpet teemed with costumes, toys and figures, laid orderlessly, it was barren. 
Distant echoes of the battery powered monkey clapped naively through the still air, and its dim LED eyes softly flickered.

A thread...

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I recollect we would,encircling a fire,congregate
Brew tea and pregnant stories of ancient time narrate
My grandpa would hours during nonstop preach
The inestimable merits of Dawn prayer and teach

Deserting wintry bedstead and its comfort 
Cleansing,doing ablutions and...

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I always think of us as young
you still blooming and me too fresh
Like the time when your little body was huge
with our boy
we really rocked the cradle back then

or that time
in some cheap hotel in...

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Her old grandmother ailing
Shortly before she lied down
Her quaver fresh head facing the wall
Her crocodile skin broke of blood vessels
She let the dying for burial

She ran away from
The old one who used to-
With a clean...

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Starry portents twinkling in iris,
the rest was essential,
some potent tranquilizer,
was working on wrecked nerves,
in delirium one felt,
sweet honey run through nerves,
slowly to brain,
where it oozed,
as if rain,
wetting the parched,
and loosening,
the starched,
gradually links got severed,
and limbs...

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