Long Pensioned Poems

I was working up Loch Valley logging for a local mill;
camping in a make-shift hut I built half way up a struggling hill.
I worked till lunchtime every Friday, then came in from the scrub,
spending Friday...

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The Martin family lived in a rented house across from us,
and some of the kids were forced to sleep in a converted bus.
There were thirteen kids ‘hell raising’; every one I got to know,
but the...

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Time and Change                 

There's an old abandoned farmhouse I passed the other day,
With broken down old stockyards and a...

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OLD AL
Off we go to the pub to see Alice Cooper in his own tribute band.                   ...

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Sing a hymn for Georgie Radford
Who used to build ships on the Clyde
Watch them launch down the slipway 
With a worker’s quiet pride.
His last job was the giant carrier,
The one they put in mothballs,
Then his...

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When I was three foot tall I could fly.
Now that I've reached near six and descending
things have become more, grounded.
It wasn't an aeronautical event or
some Newtonian physics explanation,
or even a Las Vegas prestidigitation,

it was merely...

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It’s vast and its infinite, it never ends
It goes on forever, no corners no bends 
Planets are specks in the void that is space
Stars are the glitter that keep them in place 

I passed all...

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Finnegan’s horse heard on the grape vine
The local mafia were in a bit of tizzy
Trying hard to find who was leaking
Deepest secrets to the local bizzy
Nobody suspected Finnegan’s horse
As he trod his steady course
And day...

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Do you know what it’s like
To be required no more,
To be put out to grass,
To be kicked out the door,
To know your work’s ended,
No more will be done,
To be slung on the tip,
Pushed aside by...

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Cant lift my eyes beyond half past seven anymore
Nay! I do not wish to see...
Past hyphens and inverted commas
Lies and more catastrophe

Ambidextrous clock with appalling brevity
The second hand throws away society
Caught on the hook of...

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Fair Hilda, pass, I pray, that flagon.
I now must face my final dragon.
Valkyrie, deny not mead, the stuff
Of courage. To be courageous is enough.
Whence courage comes what do I care
As I approach my dragon’s lair?

Dragons...

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A Message 
Our old captain was pensioned off, he had been 
the master on the same ship for ten years and at
sixty five he didn´t know where to go as his whole 
life had been...

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