Long Shop window Poems

During a bad storm one night I turned on my television
Grey and black flickering lines appeared, obscuring my vision
I went outside and saw the aerial had bent over but it would have to wait
Tomorrow I'd...

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An ordinary young man in his twenties
Working by day, alone by night
Routine lulls him to feel forever serene

Never a new dream or fantasy
Living an obligation
Making his parents proud yet nothing causes him to become too...

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The summer sun was high. The heat was oppressive.
The whalebone corset dug into the body's tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of dearly brought glass, I feel the vibration of the incoming...

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High noon in Fort Laramie, the summer sun is oppressive.
A whalebone corset digs into my body’s tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of dearly brought glass, I feel the vibration of incoming...

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“But as I wandered through New York City
my hopes soured, and then began to sink,
people like livestock, herded this way and that,
endless laws...and good lord what a stink!

“Was beginning to fear there was no escape,
that...

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Bronwyn the Barbaric was a buxom lass
the envy of all her peers
She spoke with unrivaled swashbuckling sass
her pirate-ess fashion was fierce

She could charm off the arms of the most hardened men
how they'd swoon at the...

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The creator of love.


Our hero rides again at night.
All dressed in black, still he cannot hide.
The man inside continues to shine.
You all know him, but he remains out of sight.


A reflection in a shop window...

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Pulls the trigger…
Bang…Bang…Bang…
Blood and nothing else…
Screams, shouts, horns
Rain, wet, soaked

Ringing bell,
Cheerful faces full of hope
Colorful clothes, bags, umbrellas
 A worried look, anxious to get home

A cloaked figure 
With malicious gaze
At the passersby
Crawls into darkness

A ringing...

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People walking head down staring  into their cell phones
In pairs or all alone
Children pushing their children in buggies and prams
Traffic wardens and traffic jams
Zombies trying to walk through you with masses of shopping bags
Gangs...

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Today I went out into the city with my soul turned inside out, like an old coat reversed,
And on streets filled with shadows and lights, people looked at me with curious eyes,
As if they had...

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I don’t have a blueprint,
just this smudged version
of what she would look like, 
an impression in a shop windowpane,
just as the light catches her in mid-thought.

To recreate, I must fillet an idea until 
it is...

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aka my uncategorised plethora of poems which are a mix of half formed thoughts, full on effort that missed the marked and quick musings that strangely went down well. Then pondering why I leave them...

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Shadow & Reflection ( always yours)
“Just a fun instant write”

I realise a scent, a sniff, not a nose to the ground visual image
hot on its heels, it feels, not a ear to the drum noisy...

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The other day I was walking past ironmonger row
    When I noticed boarded up, every shop window
    I dare say they will be sold or knocked down too
 ...

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Even now . . . . how long has it been?

Even now you push your way into my thoughts

And force smiles when I need them most

You send the hummingbird to pause before pansies

So that I...

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So many steps you have taken
So many lanes you have run

I have followed you here too late
only to wrestle with memories absent

Brick walls echo my song
trying to brighten the morning gloom

The clatter of trucks and...

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Shadows of the year begin to fade early upon the forests and lush green fields,
A gloom both pleasant and soothing relaxes all after the glare of summer days,
September hangs in the air bringing to morning...

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Hard times just like now? 
The looting in streets of Britain made me think back to my own childhood. 
Winter 1948, mother had two newspaper rounds one in the morning one in 
the afternoon. The...

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Inhumanities buzzard picks at the scraps
squabbling over trash
vultures of the pavement
denying everything has life

A confetti of money
the wedding funeral of it’s own immoral concept
squawking the incantations
of debt
the milking breast
for these divisions of hate

Automaton march
blindfolded into...

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Everyone's seen the morning sun
the light slants and the blood-splattered sky
the full moon's sliced off to night's dark face
on to the TV screen, Facebook or Whatsup
seasons arrive and go, to return once more
the summer heat...

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Pavement cafe, nine fifteen cradling a coffee (as you do)
from my left the china doll with clicking heels strode into view.
Tempting lips kissy-kissed with crimson, cheeks caressed
with  blush, and poreless,
painful teasing made those scimitars...

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Is the logic of a lioness the same as a dogfish? Or a display in a shop window of pretty pink kittens? Very definite is a definition of derived detail. Oh look over there. Quickly....

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this winter
brought over the city
a fine and cold rain

thunder through the quarrel corners
hatred seeds on the fronts
the uninvited’s apple chopped
by the chatterbox tongue
thread for the treasures’seekers

the dragon has killed the cranes and the mandarine ducks
are...

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I'm the kid staring into the shop window
Without a penny to spend
I am the hopeless cursed romantic
Without any roses or valentines to send
I'm the life and soul of the party
But feels rejection like daggers to...

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Dawn crept through tears in the curtain,
dancing on my sleepless eyes.
With leaden limbs I drag myself
from the confines of my material tomb

Facing a reflection not recognised,
I endeavour to build my camouflage.
Laying the foundations for another...

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