Long Toffee Poems

*** Notice to the residents of Milton Creek ***

Tom serves as mayor. never complaining, so he gets what he requests 
No blood in his steak, apple pie with sweet cream. Aces cooks that meal
to perfection...

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"PHOENIX: Bleeding Hearts and Blue Violets”


 

Broken Hearts bleeding red
You lie in white sheets
Turning in the crisp clean pages muddy with
Black Dogs barking in your head
They run all night chasing your tail
You twist and turn...

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“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its existence,
a kind of deactivation, fuzzy borderline hanging, 
backing the art...

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“Barking Up the Wrong Tree” 

ghost gums
shed their bark 
the min-min 
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to 
imprint and write
thoughts, like the 
ripening welts of 
green ants 
small bites sting
subcutaneous and 
meridional, 
terra...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone, brick and muck.
Main waterway, depending on era
town or sailor beck,...

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Marching Rocks



  Like Toffee people chasing the westerly breeze
And, presumably ordered, abruptly, to freeze-
Tableaux is evocative of an ancient command
That left a sprawl of stones scattered on the land.

  On swift flight in...

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"Dissolution"



I go to sleep a lot now, 
to escape reality. 
It is as if I am no longer here, 
but there in the other worlds. 
Some dreams are so real. 
Once was a life
where as...

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There once was a west ham 
Went to Hollywood with a plan 
Thackray was her name 
She loved the American cheese game 
Everything seemed fine 
Sorority House filled with cheap wine 
Doing the nickel and...

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As soon as I stepped through the doors of the mall
I ran into two old friends John and Paul
They were with two girls the first named Karen
And I think the other girl was named Sharon

I...

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"Black Molasses"



Black Molasses 
holds to ransom 
footprints 
sucked into 
Tropic of Capricorn mud
as bushfires bleed
sugar from cane
like molten glucose 
shot into the veins
of Mother Earth gone all
libertine sour 
like Lemon Grass
crushed and burnt 
acrid smoke...

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It makes a very large batch.
And when I finish, there will be
Enough for my family, my friends, and quite possibly
Everyone who lives on our street.

On my tiled kitchen counter
I have gathered..according to the recipe,
The butter,...

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(In a 19th-century legal judgment studied by all who 
learn the English common law, Sturges v. Bridgeman,
the court found in favour of a "nice" doctor over a
"common" manufacturer, for reasons of pure snobbery.)

The Candyman Can’t

Some...

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“Of all flowers, methinks a rose is best.” – William Shakespeare, The Two Noble Kinsmen

Sweet Rose, for ages you have blessed the human race
with your beauty, elegance and grace.
You show yourself to us in so...

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I docked my boat on the side of the shore and got on my motorbike and rode into the town. The streets were bare empty and not even an ant was crawling on the ground....

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OK another adventure in the mad poet’s life,
This occurred just before I met Jane, my imaginary wife.
Jane’s brother, Glen had set me up with a blind date
He said the girl was a stunner, I could...

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"The Honey Masquerade in Delta"



Love and Lust
ignores
ALL

The Others dissolve
who cares, Lovers don't - 
Lovers are in a world of their own

Lovers dance 
through shadows

Love and Lust
play their own game

Unafraid, they play
Day into Night
Night into Day

Burning...

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When I grew up there was no such thing
as microwave or t.v dinner's they hadn't
even been inverted yet

Come 6 o'clock we had to gather round the
dinning room table for evening meals and
parentally enforced family time...

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I am so weary it is the middle of the week some call it hump day, but I don’t seem to be walking around with a hump on my back, but I can tell you...

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I am just a scarecrow
but my life is now quite dire,
they have decided this year
to put me on a fire.

Who is this chap named Guy Faulkes
I do not want to be him
I love to stand...

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when skies bleed 
your sonnets~
every drop of 
           garnet rain 
              rhymes
with...

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Athletic angels are analytical and archaic. But dust bombs do not derive from red, yellow, blue and purple shimmer shimmers nor do they derive from green, pink and orange glitter glitters. A hesitation of hue...

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Morning time...waking with sweets in my mouth
cinnamon carameltmarshmellowed out
breakfast cereal Sugar Dynamite
secret prize inside,bestows x-ray sight

Sugar shock,tooth rot,'60s psycotropic lollipops
an infinite selection @ Treat's Sweetshop
its addictive candy flavors
improves moods and bad behavior
beware of its dangers
sugar...

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Why do I write poetry?
I am sure some people here wonder just why I do! 
For my poems were once described as ‘simple’
And to others they are a pile of old pooh

I have learned so...

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Face fractured with fear 
As the Taxi drew near
The building was in the next street
" I'll drop you off here" 
Said Steve full of cheer
(Annoyingly rather upbeat.)

As you pushed on the door
It's sticky hinge ...

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Me The Wild Elephant 

                       Being the wild Elephant
    ...

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