Long Conkers Poems

[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 4 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’]
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A water cannon screeched around the corner on two wheels
Four and twenty Terror Bugs were nipping at its heels
Their acid blistered paint work but it...

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( The views of a grumpy old man )

I have now for certain concluded that the nanny state thinks we are fools
I have seen our society changing I am staggered at some of the rules
No...

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I grew up in Bath in the nineteen nineties
wearing short shorts over tighty whities,
while Bath were champions of English Rugby,
a beautiful city farfetched from ugly.

We played on Stilts and had Yo-Yo's,
skateboards with logo's,  
Tamagotchi's,...

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It’s not just bricks and mortar
Nor a distant memory 
But the ground roots of our livelihood
And our future destiny. 

As this place prepares to close 
When the final bell will sound 
To mark the end...

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A BACKWARD GLANCE
Alongside a Chiltern chalkstream
I lay me down to dream,
of country paths,stiles and steep slopes,
those days,long ago,filled with hope;
I dreamed of days of summer sun
when my life had just begun,
climbing trees,cricket on the green,
the...

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Assaulted Peanuts

They rode across the Western Hills,
For the land of Middle Eyed Bong,
To raid the Salted Peanut Trees,
Of King Pod and his merry throng.

Who were they, this reckless band,
Dare to plunder with motley crew.
They knew...

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A flash in the sky had just caught my eye
A man wearing cape and tights quickly sped by
He landed sure footed and that’s when he spoke 
“Forsooth, I am verily one super bloke.”

I said, “Ooh,...

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I remember those days when just a kid,
the old ten shilling note, and the odd quid.*
Teddy boys in their drain pipes, fur collars
smelling of nicotine, street wise scholars.
Conkers,* glass alleys* and comics as well,
bow and...

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July
July saw the end of school, the kids were winding down,
We spent our holidays abroad, plenty of drinks gratis I did down.
We had some time on the beach, in the warm golden sand,
Making the most...

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i remember so well
The scrubbed  farmhouse kitchen table
where all activities were held
From eating to colouring in,where jigsaw puzzles were made.
I remember the large open range fire
always burning, am sure it burned for 12 months...

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As shades of grey overwhelm white clouds,
their rain tears begin to pitter and patter,
creating a pattern upon my skin.
Like a dehydrated petal, I taste their 
tenderness with the tip of my tongue.
A gypsy breeze kisses...

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The light of Day and the darkness of night are like Metaphors 
For the light in our lives, but also the darkness where upset occurs 
Glimpses of light are like hope through life's struggle 
Just...

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Morning assembly
Classroom hell
Couldn't count couldn't spel
School books and fountain pens
Playing in the playground with all my friends
Gobstoppers and chewing gum
Plastic sandals boys shorts to hide your bum
Wax crayons and powder paint
Rembrandt I never was and...

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Glimpses of light are what keep me fighting
through the pain of the dark, 
Those capsules of time are what warm my heart,
Where the light conkers the night driving out the dark, 
This stops me from...

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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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Section Three Deviant
You Sir are strange. 
I've never met anyone like you. 
You pick up freshly fallen conkers and eat them. 
Why is that odd? 
You dip them in dog crap first. 
I've seen you...

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They’re one thing today and another tomorrow
There must be a book about life I could borrow
The pages within it, I’m hoping could teach
How I’ve got four children... but that’s one of each

Our Daisy and Sue...

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Off us two went, beneath the trees,
that crackled and snappled
in Autumn’s crisp breeze,
our wellies slish-sloshing through the pelting rain,
plip-plopping, plip-plopping
again and again.

The thunder it rumbled,
and the wind it blew
but on and on,
the adventurers, two,
rustled through...

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Childhood then was full of fun
as kids played outside in the sun
So different then, unlike today
with their gadgets and gizmos
that’s all they want to play

On rising with a picnic packed 
we trekked all day with...

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Five stones     
                 closing times
radiograms and
         ...

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Five stones
                closing times
radiograms and
              seventy-eights
school caps
              sticklebacks
saturday flicks,pooh sticks

Charabancs
             ...

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BYLINY: a nostalgia form'that which happened '

ADOLESCENT SCENES

during the Forties
       I was just a lad
growing up
   was not so bad
Summer evenings
      ...

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Autumn’s fall grew large as leaves caressed the barefoot soul’s content

Another summer had given way to lengthened shadows’ fragrant scent

Musky soil gathered a gentle morning sun just enough for safe sorrows 

In the forest of...

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ADOLESCENT SCENES

during the Forties
       I was just a lad
growing up
   was not so bad
Summer evenings
          lengthened long
clambered trees...

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