Long Fortnightly Poems

Spawned from the loins that 
Perpetuated the loyal serfs mongrel
Seed:-
These peoples of a conditioned and
"Resigned-To-it-all" breed.
Born into the enveloping tedium
Of interlocking days...Interwoven
With interlocking days -
Victims of stark circumstance
And vague promises unmade.
Gregariously living out their lives
When...

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Placed 9th in:
A Brian Strand Premiere  No. 1224 Poetry Contest


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The aesthetic of the autocratic effigy of directing the positivity of proclivity in the nature,  the stir of it , that grit in your teeth this life gives , that digestive hindsight. Almost lost...

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ANOTHER TIME. FROM THE CRUST

At a time when it crows
I set up to a lain me at thine bowl
Full weight! Full length a naked yoke 
There you set my piece at thine brow

There I grew...

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I’ve been hearing melodies
You’re always chiming when you lie
And your muffling is on repeat
Repeat, repeat

And when you’re gone I feel redundant
Repeat, repeat.

Entrapping at night
Feeling right
And now you inveigling is on repeat
like the fortnightly purge
I'm dancing...

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Library Girl 
She worked in the local library part time. 
And liked to read Harry Potter books. 
She liked a lad who popped in fortnightly. 
He was quiet just like her. 
Her eyes sought him...

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If you want to talk smack
Best bring your , A - Game Jack

I know everyone hate's to see a grown man cry
But you have chosen to do battle with Mr Fly
Sorry Standard rules don't apply...

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top shop and racism 

It has happened again it appears fortnightly now 
a posh shop has been robbed in the purest of daylight
that's about 12.30 
all the fur and other expensive stuff were grabbed and
carried...

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Man must come to grief, fortnightly intervals of 
Ache shall never cease. This world a bulky box which
Parcels items of tears and fears in multitude thereof
And a few parcels of love and joy we all...

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Corruption 

I like winter evenings in Portugal
lit wood fire 
my wife prepares the evening meal
On my way home one evening
 a police officer stopped me 
something about my headlight
I thought of offering him a bribe 
but...

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Oh, from what demented mind was born
A thing so pointless as a lawn?

Surely some old eccentric lord
In a mansion, born both rich and barmy,
Who could so lavishly afford
A mighty artful minion army
Of sowers of seed...

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A fur Stole 

The big dog that was run down on the main road,
five month ago and thrown into the grass verge, is 
still there only now it looks like a dusty stole flung 
out...

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A horrible smell pervades the air,
It really is quite freaky,
It's time for my monthly underwear change,
Perhaps I should change it to weekly.

Or is weekly too much, I think it might be,
Perhaps I should do it...

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