Long Catalogues Poems

Hilda my partner turned in her bed as the early morning train hurtled by at breakneck speed sending tremors round our dwelling.
Those long flowing tresses embrace the shafts of first light so enthusiastically.
An otherworldly spot...

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My wife and I are members of - religious stamps association -
that was formed some years ago from our church’s congregation.
We don’t drink and never smoke; and drugs leave us in despair,
but recently one Sunday...

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If you want to see how well your school is doing, 
In the conservation stakes,
The race on which the future of the planet,
Could well be decided,
It would do no harm to look at their plans...

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A mystical mayhem is a deity left undisturbed. Yet in corrosive eras even a sharp shrapnel can shatter even the most strongest of iron souls. Interesting is it? The formations. The planned plane. The corrosive...

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Red checkered carpet and mahogany wood dominate
Guinness, beer and wine stand politely 
Reflective 
The eclectic gathering of minds and smiles
Litter the room as left over christmas baubles 
While one voice swoons across the ceiling to...

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The countdown on the calendar began the moment he proposed,
The wedding planning began the minute I met him,
I desperately wanted this milestone to be remembered even after we are decomposed.
I cannot count all the catalogues...

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There was a time
when we waited eagerly
for the mailman -
when mail deliveries 
            had actual mail in them
 
There were real 
  ...

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Windowpane

Sitting on the rocker above the street
Chair takes its station with the man, old and weary
Placed there in time to look out side
A broken window holds them both fixated on the day
Cracked in several places...

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All the good in me unlaced I pull what I own across the floor,
books devoured to the spine, impressions the knees of my jeans
have made of kneeling, my ghosts of ghosts, the saint who is...

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Lost Art

There was a time
when we waited eagerly
for the mailman -
when mail deliveries 
had actual mail in them
 
There were real 
hand-written letters 
from parents,
cousins, children, friends,
maybe a lover,
perhaps birthday cards 
or get-well wishes
or postcards...

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Flat pack Wobbler

Procured from mega shop, a straight-lined box amid a cardboard wall 
Where jig saw chattels rise above the queues of flatbed wheelies
And underarm catalogues patterned with an iconic list of what they are
When...

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"Winter season"

Halloween and bonfire night have been and gone,
And Christmas is around the corner
The frost and snow still to come
And we will all be wishing it warmer
Must start shopping for presents
Need a new cooker old...

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"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"

                        ...

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Mr Clint Eastwood, one top dollar guy
Other film makers just watch him and sigh
With back catalogues they can sit back and rest on
Our Clint has released a brand new neo-western

Cry Macho’s the title, I’ve not...

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A printer's apprentice is my youth was

My canvas a 4 colour Heidelberg press no less

A 1000 + tons of  solid steel industrial ingenuity

That changed and formed the landscape we know today

Cyan,
Magenta,
Yellow,
Black

Through paper cuts from...

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SPRING GARDEN PREPARATION (20150213)

After the winter season
But before the rains begin
Catalogues of heirloom seeds
Delivered just in time
Earmarked and prioritized
Farmer’s Almanac consulted
Given planting periods
Horoscopes included (but useless!)
Individual seed varieties ordered
Junk mail shredded and added to compost
K...

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“Coffins. Who’d of thought it? Catalogues for coffins. And the speed and efficient nature of funerals in general. I mean I know we’ve been doing them for years, but we’re very good at it aren’t...

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Uncharmed by the bloom of fresh roses white,
I shall with the mute prop of unspeaking sticks,
Like a bored mollusk loathe my slowing walks;
And pine for eternal still with wee cursing clicks. 

Uninspired by thrills of...

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Catalogues are filled with things
That no one really needs,
But flipping through the pages
Well, we all know where that leads:

To buying some ephemera
For gifts or for ourselves;
Like we don’t have sufficient tchotchkes
Cluttering our shelves.

It may be...

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When I was younger I used to think I would look
Exactly like that catalogue model if I had that pink coat,
And those fuchsia polka dot gloves, and that fur hat.
So I would buy them, but...

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Usually, I fall behind
Where I’m supposed to be.
One step back (or more), I am
In perpetuity.

Papers pose in giant piles,
Awaiting my perusal.
All entreaties for removal
Meet with my refusal.

Clothes stack up in massive heaps
In hushed anticipation –...

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      Pressed on perforated lines by a lonely playmate 
      Affiance instant, folding fingers christen simulate 
  ...

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SIXTY EIGHT

For years I’ve lived with being a soixante-huiter
Although my wardrobe’s more fastidious and neater
Those heady days are not beyond recall
The nights and days when we first did it all
But sober work and ethics have...

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Viking sends me sleek brochures
For every kind of cruise.
I guess they figure that they really
Don’t have much to lose.

There certainly must be a lot
Of people who will look
And then be wowed enough to find
A trip...

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Places were information crowds ear.
Places were eyes sights situation.
In the ‘bar,’ mouths runs over tongues.
A mixture of false and facts.
A mixture of hot and cool.

Some stumble to the ‘bar’,
some rumbles in the ‘bar’,
coming home in...

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