Long Mantlepiece Poems

When I was only two bricks and a ticky high I wrote my first ever treatise

Three blind mice unbeknown to me highly philosophical not just to please

The Gods of poetry duty bound on their quest...

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...“ ‘I used to love talking with friends,
they gave such meaning to my life,
but after watching them all die…
it no longer makes my eyes bright.

“ ‘I’ve loved women of every type,
indulged in every sort of...

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Looking through frosted glass of windows' sorrowed pain I who

Reflects upon the frozen condensation in the shelter of my mind

Delight that there are crystals on the panel which refract the joy


On the grace bestowed upon...

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and then dew drops’ magic enveloped me in mist of fine doubt

gave me an idea of what it meant not to have the foggiest haze

of why and how I had been feeling so miserably blindfolded...

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My vacuum cleaner’s broken, 
sits in the garage gathering dust 
Beside dad’s old green car,
oxidising an orangey rust
I tried washing it last week, 
and the water turned to wine
Well the colour miraculously looks,
venetian turpentine 

World...

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For Eve Senn
 
You may have never believed in ghosts
Smart people never do,
Or certainly they never admit
To others that it is true.
But I can tell you of a ghost
That's known where ever you roam,
And that...

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Forty days and forty nights in lock down

	Breathless for inhaling my own air ad infinitum

		Could be worse if I was left out to dry in the desert


Isolation in my own four walls in solitude

	Puffing and...

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Matchstick Girl.

Matchstick Girl in ragged clothes,
lace up shoes and purple toes.
'Come buy your matchsticks from me sir,
your wife all fancy in her fur'.
Every night on London's streets
there were matchstick girls
with clip clop feet.
Men with sticks...

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I only shoot to kill my food
Not for pride or pleasure
I hunt the meat we all can eat
Not for a mantlepiece treasure

But late one night I was lying in bed
And someone was at my door
I...

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...for the Rev Eric Shirvell-Price


A blizzard of papers blanketed his desk.
His pipe rack stood like a chess piece, 
mutely waiting to be shifted.
Sepia-toned photographs lined the mantlepiece
like soldiers standing at attention, 
and there was a...

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She  searched   for   faith  in  disbelief. The   Buddha  on  the  mantlepiece 

had  taken  off  his  loincloth  over night...

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...for the Rev Eric Shirvell-Price


A blizzard of papers blanketed his desk.
His pipe rack stood like a chess piece, 
mutely waiting to be shifted.
Sepia toned photographs lined the mantlepiece,
like soldiers standing at attention, 
and there was...

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...for the Rev Eric Shirvell-Price


A blizzard of papers blanketed his desk.
His pipe rack stood like a chess piece, 
mutely waiting to be shifted.
Sepia toned photographs lined the mantlepiece,
like soldiers standing at attention, 
and there was...

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...for the Rev Eric Shirvell-Price


A blizzard of papers blanketed his desk.
His pipe rack stood like a chess piece, 
mutely waiting to be shifted.
Sepia toned photographs lined the mantlepiece,
like soldiers standing at attention, 
and there was...

Read More

...for the Rev Eric Shirvell-Price


A blizzard of papers blanketed his desk.
His pipe rack stood like a chess piece, 
mutely waiting to be shifted.
Sepia toned photographs lined the mantlepiece,
like soldiers standing at attention, 
and there was...

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The cat sat on the mat
The mat sat on the floor
The budgie's on the mantlepiece
The dog is by the door

 
I'm sitting in the armchair
Feeling ill at ease
The dog has started scratching
I think that He's...

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Morning with snow

It had been a cold, clear night, moonlight on icy soil
towards dawn, it clouded over, snow fell soundlessly
shielded the glittering glass of broken windows 
In the backyard made the ugly look eerily lovely
Worried...

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