Long Privet Poems

Gazing down along the zealously
Monitored borders of well clipped
Evergreen Privet hedges.
Standing watchful guard over 
Divisions
Re-enforced by concrete posts and
Darkly stained, wooden, wavy-lap 
Fences;
Age-old neighbourly disputes, petty
Grudges and childish jealousies -
Ably demonstrated by various
Patchworks of shabbily...

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Upon a crowded street in Hiroshima, they met. 
    From distant shores they came, seeking to get 
    Some adventure, some beauty, some wonder, some answers. 
As they wandered...

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Thine distorted reflection rippled 
within rain maker's pool 
   upon a midnight clear
full moonlight sonata 
   flooded shallow abyss, 
cleaved fractal structures of silence 
reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere
to infinity, whence...

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In the full view of things 
people will always be harsh 
People will always be stuck up 
Nobody will ever try to help 
Whenever I cry for someone to help 


Nobody comes....


Sometimes I think I...

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OKAY? WHAT FIEND STOLE THY BODY ELECTRIC!?

thine distorted reflection rippled 
within rain maker's pool upon a midnight clear
full moonlight flooded shallow abyss, 
cleaved fractal structures of silence 
reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere
to infinity, whence magic...

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If the cupboard under the stairs could talk
I wonder what it would say
Would it tell me of those who hid in it
When there was rent to pay

What about the poor frightened child
Back in nineteen forty...

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~~Planet Earth And The Oozlum Bird

There was a question I was asked - just the other day 
Is the earth flat? - Well what do you think I'd say?
I looked out of the window, and...

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Guess she  got tore up when we 
did part.
And after two nights in Vagas I know she'll
coming running back begging for a new  start.

And whats he got that I dont.
I mean besides good...

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enter… find nature
Boultham Park hides its wonders
flora and fauna

hedgerows… privet…
hawthorn… laurel.. woodland walks
lake bank side vistas

siskins… goldcrests… gems
sparrowhawks… if your lucky
sneaky brown rats too

floating treasures… ducks
mallard… tufted… goosanders
widgeon… on good days

nuthatches… winter…
feeding stations… eye candy
great…...

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In Little Whinging, Privet Drive,
around the bend at Number Four
is sighted, strikingly alive,
a tabby cat not seen before.

Her interests vary from her kind’s -
she does not mind the scuttling rat
Behind a battered bin she finds...

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You notice the trees seem grown up, so much more than you have; arms are thick, gnarled 
like they have been force-fed steroids, unlike the used pipe cleaners that hang like wet 
towels from your...

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Once were badgers in leafy dale, 
once were rabbits and foxes too,
once were pheasants in shining copse where cuckoopint and coltsfoot grew.

Once were songbirds in privet hedges, 
once were bluebells for mile upon mile,
once were...

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A man is  sick 
And she tells him"
If you eat this middle sugar cane, 
_________________________________

You will encrease energy 
And go to work 
Tomorrow." 

      April 26/ 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe...

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To all of my friends on Poetry Soup,
you really are a dynamic poet troupe.
Though I’m not here every single day,
rest assured I’ll not stay away.

You’ve made me laugh and sometimes cry,
when your engaging works I...

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Our Privacy Hedge
By Miracle Man
July 31, 2020

Years past due was our Privet Hedge’s trim,
once long ago this hedge always looked prim.
Severe pruning has made survival look slim,
But rain is bringing revival to each bare stem....

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Set on the cracked up streets and roads,
I took the long way home that night
Past the strings of shuttered glass
With steel blinds padlocked good and tight

Beyond the walls of scabbing brick,
I rambled past the church...

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FICKLE SPRING
~~~~~~~~~~~

The spring, warm, then, cold, sun, snow, rain.
Hazel blooming December time.
All wonder, does spring feel a pain?
Fickle weather, it's inhumane!

Bluebells, flower buds showing early?
The spring, warm, then cold, sun, snow, rain.
Showers? Is spring feeling...

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Small moated manorhouse oriel windows silver mists
White damask silver and crystal tinkling chime sounds
Yew and privet hedges grew over the rose brick facade 
Overlooking a small pond and fountain leading toward
Poodle topiary garden path forking...

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Like a twisted climbing rose, you crept into my life.
  Taking my peace ,leaving only strife. 

  You pushed me to my limit, putting me on edge.
  Your abuse was like a...

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ii Ivy and Yew Sculpture Garden ii - CT

I smiled when fir boughs hid from view
Live floral statues in mystery
With teasing eyes to see their clues
In topiary forms set free.

With ancient sculptors hand and eye
Spirals...

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(The First Reading of Ma Yan and Picasso)

In the morning, the sun is shining
On the twelfth street. The memory wandering
Between the privet tree in 2001 winter 
And the painting in December 20th, 1935

The smell of...

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Fortune, fame, fortitude reign,

But draw not the tame-spirited

From their lofty perch

As distinction never clouds the space

Claimed to trace the paths of attraction!

Calm, drawn subliminally over intervals,

Graced by desire and formed in fascination

Of ponderous depths!

A quality...

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Dutchman's pipe  trumpet vine
Virgin bower  shrubs so divine
Beauty bush   bright blue bean
climbers high     to set the scene

Bamboo  broom laurel bay
Lavender     scent lasts...

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