In a Sussex Grave Yard
His name is John Albert Cummings,
born 1878 died..... well we are not sure,
the stone is much worn.
Up we hop on the green mound,
dance the frantic dance.
The sacrilegious sex
adds risqué flavors,
drives us into an underworld
where flesh struggles
atop old bones.
Laid out spent on the turf;
panting like sheepdogs,
we giggle a prayer of thanks.
The stars are so clear ---
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Categories:
sussex, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Summer 1961, Sussex
What a stupid situation
Twenty foot above the ground
But when I reach the bottom
I’m nearly half way round
It was Ronnie Hatchard said it
Hey boys lets have some fun
Go back to camp and do
The assault course run
Nobody had the senses
To say stupid idea
Just picked up his glass
And finished off his beer
And now it’s after midnight
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Categories:
sussex, adventure, growing up, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Eurasian Girl, Sussex 1961
A misfit among misfits
Away from family and friends
Wondering was I wrong and
Is this how the adventure ends.
Had I chosen the wrong course
Leaving my little village behind
Wracked with doubt and despair
That overwhelmed my mind.
Sitting on the floor
Beginning to think
I really shouldn’t have had
That last but one drink.
Feeling sad, lost, all alone
Mind in a drunken
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Categories:
sussex, confusion, feelings, joy, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
In a Sussex Graveyard
His name is John Albert Cummings,
born 1878 died..... well we are not sure,
the stone is much worn.
Up we hop on the green mound,
dance the frantic dance.
The sacrilegious sex
adds risqué flavors,
drives us into an underworld
where flesh struggles
atop old bones.
Laid out spent on the turf;
panting like sheepdogs,
we giggle a prayer of thanks.
The stars are so clear
...
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Categories:
sussex, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Night Time In the Sussex Downs
My thoughts are caught on a cattle grid
Tractor tyres rumble over my ideas
The farmer's wife's bosom holds all the secrets
To an emporium of scent and voluptuous spheres
The bell rings for dinner and the daylight dimmers
The cows are a lowing and the z's climb for the clouds
It's night time in the Sussex Downs
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Categories:
sussex, farm, humorous,
Form: Verse
April and the Lost Stamina Sussex County I
-Honey go to the Dr
-April I don't know Am I still alive?
-Do it for Us, ours strive
-And the watcher what I should say?
-Tell him the all system was hacked
-The all system was hacked William (Blush)
-we going to do some tests now
"this guy is one in a million"
Two weeks
1000 Doc critiques
indecision
Deliberation:
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Categories:
sussex, body, humorous, love,
Form: Prose Poetry
Poem Written At the Sussex Hotel, London,04/04/04 After Death Threats
Because I have so little time,
I only hope, for what is mine--
in my blood so dark and hot
is a bright and fevered spot--
O let me be, to sing again
without the penalty of pain,
lest I, before my time, be torn
from life, and to the grave be borne--
my nostrils full of soil, my ears
stopp'd by grave and
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Categories:
sussex, death, family, children, forgiveness,
Form: Elegy