Long Perambulating Poems

A restless night, another hum-drum day,
Resolve to take a pleasurable walk;
I make my way towards St Mary’s church.
Across the street, a sixteenth century home –
Maltravers Manor, testament to time.

I’m heading for the ancient Hollow Way
Where...

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The image of morning mapping from the four cardinal points at the center of 
busy pedestrians running ups and down to the bottom of their energies, 
Chasing the note they never designed to decimate 
ownership.

The...

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Starry skies over Damascus

Like a star chart for the
bomber pilots eating
Milky Ways and lives
Chocolate in the desert
for desert in consumption

The poem could stop here
its pretty clear not pretty

Petty lives perambulating
hiding hobbling around
on what was their...

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The good witch is still trying hard to collect the future

Nostalgic and post-modern she fondles her crystal ball

With soft hands she embraces Gaia and its sepia hue

Oblivious to oblivion she attempts to elude the inevitable...

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A Winston churchill’s declaration
to a tiny nation situated in the dark continent
due to its magnificence and sight capturing habitat
only matched by the electrifying effect of its hospitality.

A country where wealth has long made a short...

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The Wind Mocked My Brother

Serene it appeared to on the surface,
Its scarred face brother could not locate,
Her lips spoke as a false prophet,
But helpless brother did not inspect,
He was blown like the morning glory,
Brother was...

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Her face is tilted

She just silently stare at me

She doesn’t talk to me no more

Her smiles not as reassuring as I remember

“Talk to me”, I whispered

Nothing! Just more stares

I smiled and turned her around,

She didn’t...

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Perambulating in Jail

‘Hey you in the middle march on in median mediocrity’
No subversive elements needed no lateral thinking and
no thinking per se is required once you follow the crowd

‘No eccentricity get into that box until...

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Profile picture painted to please Jennifer Lopez
Smiles for miles to the dynamite of Taio Cruz
Sights, heights and flights into serene skies
Bereft of dour dues, hostile hues, cantankerous queues and bludgeon blues.

Laughter in a merry matter...

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Flour sacks I remember you so well
full of golden grain, bran or flour
a slight but delightful musty smell
perambulating the atmosphere 

Sacks cut up for all sorts of things
cloth shoes and dresses even trousers
rough coats that...

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Desiccated stems scattering amid taut hands;
Lingering footsteps among conjoined velvet roots;
The interval’s inertia an anxious psychosomatic swell.

This once stale earth is now littered with perpetual fractals;
A kaleidoscopic reverence descends in mute pulsating breaths.

Stretched faces adopt...

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Dirty, tatterdemalion in appearance
He's clothed in worn-out raiment, his hair unkempt;
Perambulating through concrete jungles with...

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the big P

it was in it’s own proud prominence
the path that entered your world
innocent 
ruled by beast
brawn
blood
pressed in tensile tension
awakening in sleep
asleep in wakening
a one note song
spewed from a 
two sphered voice
spiraling into the fulcrum
of...

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