Years Later
...Many years after leaving London
I return to the city
it is still dreaming of better days.
I am burdened with landscaped memories,
recordings taken with out-of-date electronics;
one is a Betam...
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Categories:
vauxhall, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Midnight Drive Away
...Having been married the year before
Christine and I drove a Vauxhall Chevette
but it was now past its best years
so decided on buying new to collect
Our choice was a Vauxhall Nova
lovely blue ...
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Categories:
vauxhall, car, life, night,
Form: Rhyme
Zoo Drop
...Zoo Drop
Terracotta robots zapping rodents.
Ongoing Zagreb building projects.
Witches, milk floats and Vauxhall cars in Bill's head.
You got Tonsillitis from licking prostitutes’ rancid toes. ...
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Categories:
vauxhall, fantasy, funny, nonsense, silly,
Form: Verse
Breath of Love
...You came into my life one cold March day
My life changed completely in every way
Mesmerised by your beautiful blue eyes
We were inseparable and time just flies
Having travelled together near and ...
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Categories:
vauxhall, life, love, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
The Morris Minor Man (My First Ever Poem)
...The Morris Minor Man.
He was the Morris Minor Man
from down in Burton Joyce
I went with him to buy one
a green one was his choice
he could have had a Vauxhall
he could have had a Ford
but ...
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Categories:
vauxhall, loss
Form: Rhyme
Predestination
...Rupert Lang set out from London,
it was ten minutes to eight.
He meant to travel to the Midlands
to be with his dad in hospital
in Birmingham. Weather forecast:
chance of rain.
Peter Smith ...
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Categories:
vauxhall, death
Form: Verse
Predestination
...Robert Lang set out from London,
it was ten minutes to eight.
He meant to travel to the Midlands
to be with his dad in hospital
in Birmingham. Weather forecast:
chance of rain.
Peter Smith ...
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Categories:
vauxhall, loss
Form: Verse
Predestination
...Rupert Lang set out from London,
it was ten minutes to eight.
He meant to travel to the Midlands
to be with his dad in hospital
in Birmingham. Weather forecast:
chance of rain.
Peter Smith ...
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Categories:
vauxhall, loss,
Form: Narrative