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Rachel Tait Poem
Muddy paw prints, feathery tufts
Last night's adventures across my stuff
A cat whose wondering
Led to unknown murdering
A crime scene on my kitchen floor
A fluffy tail swishing out the door
Copyright © Rachel Tait | Year Posted 2026
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Billy Shiel runs boat trips
On sunny northern days
Towards the Longstone Lighthouse
A pinnacle of the waves
Past two hundred thousand sea birds
A rare sight to behold
Sometimes even a seal or two
Come close if feeling bold
But it's the lighthouse Billy loves the most
The edge of land and sea
If only he didn't have bills to pay
Longstone is where he wants to be
Copyright © Rachel Tait | Year Posted 2026
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Joy to early wakes of feeding cries
Love to fur balls on my clothes
To touch the softest fur of ginger clumps
Reminders of your chatty notes
My little ginger cat
My murderous ball of fluff
You make it easy to forget all the other stuff
Copyright © Rachel Tait | Year Posted 2026
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A clever man strides into a cleverer room
Of those he believes to be below him
But what of those behind the other door
A barrier of intellect between them
With doctorates and knowledge so sure
That they are but the best
Let all believe without others' regard
That their presence glows beyond the rest
What is confidence without carelessness
Blind eyes to incompetence
The best today is tomorrow's worst
And next week's insignificance
Copyright © Rachel Tait | Year Posted 2026
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BANG
Shabang
Down the can
West winds blow away
Thought you were here to stay
Just like that gone anyway
"The end of a fleeting romance"
Copyright © Rachel Tait | Year Posted 2026
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At what point do we reach the turn
The second before the spiral
At the moment of no return
When all regrets are visioned vital
To our demise, the urgency of the blind
Fat with profit driven policy
Ignoring burnt grass, paying no mind
To food shortages that became normalcy
Wrapped up in pathetic fallacy
Autumn hides false prosperity
Imagined lands of Albion's dream
Fields of flourish not concrete seen
Too scared to admit that we are beyond
Any points of green
Copyright © Rachel Tait | Year Posted 2026
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There once was a couple from Rundle
Who together we could only see double
Joined at the hip
We shouted a gip
"Christ, get a room for your muddle!"
Copyright © Rachel Tait | Year Posted 2026
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