Long Scrapyard Poems

Wombles In Space
(Split Into two parts because I suddenly got all Limericky )

Part One

The Wombles are not worldly wise
They look to the ground not the skies
They got on a train, which is hard to explain
Cos...

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Release the shelter of bare feet,
     rhinestones on big toes sparkle.
The tentacle-shine of sunwheat
     on the scrapyard-swig of river.

Like a sunflower, the mudlark
    ...

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Walton’s Scrapyard

Mr Walton was our local scrap man
He wore a great big hat
His yard was squeezed between 
Two terraced houses
And I was always amazed at that

The yard was full of junk
Rusting scrap
And old tat
Tangled up...

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A healthy ray never touched a burning candle,
But the day light was flashing on my bed,
The dark shadows were holding a bundle.

The cat was still sleeping when I raised my head,
But a parrot was tearing...

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The black side of a life betrayal and choked dreams 
Cries of pain that are locked into their souls 

Evil twistfate deals aches and screams 
Inside darkened dungeons filled with peril and woe 

In the...

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I remember lying thinking about about the past,
I remember the day that should have been my last.
I remember how close I came to my dying moment,
I remember how it was in that horrible scrapyard,
I remember...

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The black side of a life betrayal and choked dreams 
Cries of pain that are locked into their souls 

Evil twistfate deals aches and screams 
Inside darkened dungeons filled with peril and woe 

In the...

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I've just said goodbye to my van,
I shouldn't really cry I'm a man.
There wasn't really much I could do,
All the knocks and scrapes we've been through.
These last couple of years you've been sat there,
Sat on...

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A spirit flies alone there's no love true without saying goodbye 
soul searching deeply without sacrifice your gone 
walking golden sands inside the heart all wars are won 

Hand in hand slowly strolls on golden...

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The once sleek lines of this defender of the nation
Now rusting and tired in a forgotten heap.
Where once it braved angry storms and gunfire
Now defeated by little more than dripping rain

This once brave warrior, fearless...

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Do you remember when we ended up at that scrapyard?
(Running some errand for your mother or mine)
The cars were lined up 
Bonnets crushed
Windows smashed
Seat stuffing gathering in foot wells
And you slid your fingers between my...

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Oh I'll make my metal croak and creak,
As it rusts
And rots -
Powdered orange dust
For as a child I wished to water
A garden of vines and blooming trees.

And now I remember
My dreams geared to grow -
A...

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In the scrapyard
Abandoned and forlorn
Sunburned lackluster paint
Scavengers’ delight
Headlights dashboard fins
Leather seats and
Glistening rims long gone

Nothing to do but reminisce
The glory of hey days
Top down cruising the boulevard
Miles and miles of sun and valley
That was then...

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Hard-chromed and brutally alloyed
he fed the scrapyard hurricane.
Melting the metal, his brawn enjoyed
the splash of sweat cooling the pain.

The weight of the world discarded
at the foot of his furnace lit,
he struggled to make soon parted
its...

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