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Nic Oatridge Poem
My mother has a garden
where abundant borders grow.
To keep the plot in harmony
she’ll hoe and weed and mow.
This time of year is cruel -
not all the plants would thrive
if it were not for my mother
whose care keeps them alive.
Yet she tends another garden
With an orchard far away -
Where she sends the love the fruit
trees need to blossom every day.
And with my love I send my mum
the flowers in this bouquet.
Copyright © Nic Oatridge | Year Posted 2021
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Everyone remembers it -
the little ones, that first day there;
for parents, that place where
the kids come out, and people chat.
Teachers too look back - that sign
of each young bud about to bloom -
but also they recall the room
that they met Matthew, the first time.
You brought an eloquence and grace,
and thoughtfully applied the rules.
For leadership in fire and flood, you'll
Always have a special place
in our community and school.
Some things when gone, you can't replace.
Copyright © Nic Oatridge | Year Posted 2022
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I visted the shop of broken dreams
And everything I dreamed about was there
but each was broken, had parts missing,
Was in a state of disrepair.
This is a place where people say "come visit,
Everything you wanted is still here."
But what they didn't tell you when you visit
Is that they were not quite sincere.
They did not tell you there's commission
In shifting product from the shelves,
That window shopping is no option
Because there is a rent on where one delves,
That they will take the entrance charges
And pocket all the change themselves.
Copyright © Nic Oatridge | Year Posted 2008
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Nic Oatridge Poem
The city and its steel plant are now "completely liberated" after 531 Ukrainian troops left the site, the Russian defence ministry said.
Completely {
levelled, depopulated, desolated,
despoiled, vandalised, looted, pillaged, plundered,
devastated, desecrated, ravaged, violated, emptied,
laid waste,
razed to the ground,
scorched from the face of the earth,
annihilated, obliterated, eliminated. But
}
Liberated.
Copyright © Nic Oatridge | Year Posted 2022
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It's not that we despise you,
the case of colour doesn't arise, you
being black doesn't matter...
It's just that the customer's idle chatter
insinuates the good name of our honest pub
will take the blame for your darker taint -
Don't get me wrong talc or face paint,
Would eradicate
misunderstanding.
Copyright © Nic Oatridge | Year Posted 2021
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