Long Humoured Poems

"Distant" 

When winter came
it came fast 
cold as a witch's t*t

unwelcome and 
unwanted, 
we hesitate 

to move 
any further within 
the forest's interior

alarmed at how 
swift the transfiguring
of a season, begins

we think, 
now that in...

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growing up too soon

	you said: is there anything more excruciating than lagging behind
						being passed by
	a hasbeen
				still knocking on portals
twitching toes twirling thumbs
         in fidgety drawn-curtained waiting rooms

and...

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light weight lamps outweigh surrounding darkness

float on wavy strings of lucid reason and emotion

translucent Christmas decorations are up to cheer

but ill-humoured disbelief has tripped the fuse box

remember there was a halo but just one single...

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This is the story of Sally Doolally
A young maiden farmer from down in the valley
She kept a keen eye out for Thomas McNally
And dreamed of the day he would say, ‘Can we marry?’

Sally Doolally had...

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There he goes again
proving them all wrong 
spent his life doing that 
they don’t cotton on 

Oh too right off in humoured fashion 
mock each day and banter bash him
make a mockery oh enjoying
openly mock...

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Villanelle : Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate

Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate
Ask only why your actions lead down the wrong path
All else makes for doubt doubt only if...

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ANOTHER DAWN

The morning winces as a new day begins
Mired in the half slumber of a restless night
And reluctant to engage whilst half awake
Like a trembling foot hovering over the brake
Good humoured dawn greetings sound trite
And...

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When I look into a mirror
who is looking back at me
I’m hoping
really, really hoping
that it is me looking back
but how will I know
that it’s really, really me
can I believe only me
the one looking in
and I...

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Drop hints play with my mind,waste my time, wind me up ,lows and highs, this roller coaster,i'm on your ride ,surfing your tide,choking on water,flip me around , fill my ears with false sounds,empty words,...

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A tipped bottle on the windowsill 
next to the wine cascade,
overlooked by the half --
(empty) – moon.
The cat that painted autumn 
upon the trees, forgot me, instead, 
green turned straight 
into naked bark.

Yet, pleading for...

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