Long Conker Poems

What more delicate than the singing of the birds as they flutter and stumble,
Sweet as apple crumble
The wren and the robin, heads a bobbin, squabbling over fallen sunflower seed
Each his need
The bigger they are, the...

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In my new teevee show : Brian touché plays Toyo harada ! 

He,s an evil millionaire , he,s out to conker the world ! 

Imagine Charles Xavier as a bad guy .  He runs...

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Reminiscing
Sitting here the sky is grey
Contemplating what to do today
I’ve read some poems this morning anew
They made me think of when I was with you
The love we shared on a grey morn like this
My heart...

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When I was a lad about nine or ten
Summers were long school holidays great then
I played in our street we had so much fun
Me and my mates in the warm summer sun.

We felt really safe...

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the silver birch
it likes to hide
so as you search 
at eventide
you find it there with many friends
playing poker through the night

the common oak 
a wise old man
an aging folk 
since time began
grandfathers of the forest...

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every tap and scratch of chalk upon the blackboard
every tick tock tick tock of the classroom clock
every bored yawn, restless fidget, impatient sigh

these were...

every reprimand for running, telling off for not
every hymn sung, register taken,...

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A midget made a Rumblebean
Whilst lying in the sun.
It was the greenest he had seen,
‘That’s green,’ he said, ‘bar none.’

He picked it up and spected it,
Implying to and fro.
He felt it like some clever dick
And...

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In the wind or in the sea
Are you beneath the apple tree
In my dreams I'm there again
Living life without the pain

A part of me is scattered too
From that void reserved for you
Conker one and conker...

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I came
I saw
I played conkers.

I felt denied a pleasure
as mine was too small.
But it had a life of its own.
Tiny little piece of wood
I knew it could 
conquer
the bigger existance.
It had great resistance.

Small
and yet insistant.
begin...

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There's a blizzard blowing in my brain.
Jack Frost has been again.
Overnight snow has fallen.
I know now he has been calling.

Frozen flakes on my windowpane
tell me Autumn has left again.
Crystals forming on the glass
whisper that season...

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