Long Winkles Poems

It's gettin' late and
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Don’t worry about being thinner
Get yourself off down the pub
Then go home to a good British dinner,
Of British traditional grub

Delicious roast beef of old England
Served up with a thick Yorkshire pud
With roast spuds and cabbage...

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Written: July 1st, 2023
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Sublime blue wings made of limestone
Soften your glide in the wind calm zone.
Flying low over the coast in search of prey.
Salted treats for the crab and winkles sway

Floating gently upward on narrow...

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this is my England...
fish and chips
(with curry sauce)
pizza, lasagne
and, of course -
Chicken Tikka Masala
with poppadums, pickles
or a beef vindaloo
to open your ventricles.

this is my England...
hot buttered toast
or jam on crumpets
homemade roast dinner
(go blow your own...

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We bound down the stairs, out into the light-of-day, and into the blue of the
misty breezes, heavily laden with the smell of wild sea salt roses that grow in 
perfusion along the winding road, that...

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It so early it's only four o'clock and it's dark on a freezing cold and wet morning,
A man with a cap rings a bell to let us know times getting on and dawn’s dawning,
As the...

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My mate must have seen the big grin on my face
He said spill it man, is that grin glued in place 
I had to confess since the day I got wed 
That I’d never had...

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You are the royal bubbles 
In our eyes as your dimples
melt our plight hope we both find
In our minds

Princess
you are the essence
of our love
As our fate dissolves

In your very smiles
Is instilled precious chimes
A bouquet of...

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Patrick O’Flanagan’s covert shenanigans
Make people ask where he gets to at night
There’s a perception that Patrick O’Flanagan
Visits a door with a glowing red light

What people don’t know about Patrick O’Flanagan
Is he has only one goal
Each...

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May march forth, enter paradise my quill
May you hath,myriad cent hearts to fill
you prosper in , you fame in admiration
he parents in turbulence, he friends in quietude
he winkles in humans, as lustrous source of inspiration
Greater...

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Self Portrait




If my picture hung on the wall,


I’d wonder what you’d see.


Would the brush lines show?


A truer side of me.


Would the winkles in my face?


Give away my age.


Or the slightest hint of gray?


Show up on...

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Slip do dah!
Slip my way
Sliding slick surfing time dismay
Who is to say
When winds blow
Anchors distill today
Carried cases of bait to start the day
Who is to say
How many will I catch today
Prosperity some will pay
Others to...

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Self Portrait
 

If my picture hung on the wall
I’d wonder what you’d see
Would the brush lines show?
A truer side of me
Would the winkles in my face?
Give away my age
Or the slightest hint of gray?
Show up...

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I look in the mirror, 
Who is this woman; peering back at me?
Her hair is turning gray,
winkles where a smile uses to be.

A lot of time has passed,
the young girl she once knew
What once pure; and...

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You came
When my life is a cloud of darkness void of light
I feel so dull but you came with an energy so bright
Your frequent smiles fly me to a world unknown
Where we hold hands to...

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