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Poor Circus Clown

Obadiah Slim, poor Circus Clown,
Always so sad, when the show came to town.
Wide painted smile and ruddy red nose,
Soaked to the skin by a rogue fire hose.

Falling off stilts, cream pie in his face
Wishing to dance, perform with some grace.
Chased by a man, dressed up as a bull,
Foam in his pants, till his trousers got full.

Mummy and Dad, Kids laughing out loud,
A sad little Joker who delighted the crowd.
Under painted smile, was hidden a frown,
Obadiah Slim the poor Circus Clown.

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A Plate of Disorder

A Plate of Disorder

Are you ready to Disorder Sir?
What can I tempt you for a starter,
May I recommend the Turmoil Soup?
Garnished with Havoc Green Tartar.

For the main, perhaps our house speciality,
Goujons of Chaos and Sweet Bedlam.
With a Medley of Confusion and Mess,
Served on a bed of Smoked Mayhem.

On the Dessert Trolley tonight,
We have a Disarray of Cheese Cake,
A delicious Rhubarb Anarchy,
Or Sticky Turbulent Plum Bake.

Please enjoy your hearty and Riotous feast,
May it temper and fulfil the agitated beast.

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Purple Poem

Purple Poem

Not too many moons ago,
A Winter evening so cold,
I rested in my Purple room
and wrote a poem so bold.

Proclaiming the Purple Poem,
Call me the Purple Poet.
A title befitting no common man,
Humbly the world shall know it.

Truly original the only one,
Uniquely purple and proud,
With this my purple poem,
Laureate to discerning crowd.

This my friends, is a purple poem
Written in my purple room.
Let me rest at the end of days,
Snuggly, peacefully in purple tomb.


Inspired by the Orange Poem
George Macbeth 1932-1992

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Poetic Licence

Poetic Licence

I've been granted my Poetic Licence,
Which allows me to write as I find.
Exaggeration here, embellishment there,
A free spirited open mind.

With vivid inspired imagination,
I see clearly the world around me,
Never letting the truth spoil a good story,
My pen writing the things I see.

As I look from my bedroom window,
An apartment in an industrial town.
Wildebeest migrate to the Serengeti,
Silhouette of Giraffe, as the sun goes down.

Fishing boats come to safe harbour,
Greedy Seagulls stealing their cargo.
The full Moon appears over the horizon,
Illuminates the seascape all aglow.

Stonehenge is in the far distance,
A Spiritual place of ancient times.
Eagles and Red Kites soar up above,
I’ve added this line because it rhymes.

Camels roam the hot dusty Desert,
Tribesmen take fine goods to trade.
Crocodiles in Wetlands, South Florida
At home in their tropical Everglade.

Bluebells are singing in the Meadow,
Tulips and Daffodils harmonise.
How wonderful, thoughts so inventive,
A world seen through imaginative eyes.

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Sonnet For a Vegan

Sonnet for a Vegan

No, No, No I won’t eat meat,
Breeding Animals to slaughter and eat.
Lambs, Chickens, Turkey and Cow,
Killing for food seems wrong somehow.

We treated him well, Farmer said
Lamb was 8 months before stunned dead.
Nice bit of Veal only 12 weeks old,
Beautiful and tender the Butcher sold.

Now I’m in a minority, under 2 percent,
Just another oddball with feelings to vent.
Nut Roast my treat on Christmas Day,
Does God eat meat, I’ll ask him when I pray.

So, No, No I won’t eat meat,
Save the young Lamb, so he might bleat.

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There Was a Black Cat In Miami

There was a Black Cat in Miami

There was a Black Cat in Miami
Whose owners were told he’s Siami
But he’s just a Black Cat
Nothing special about that
Disappointed those folks of Miami

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English Oak

English Oak

Standing in this field two hundred years,
Witnessed your lives, your loves and tears.
Growing taller with every day,
I see over hills, so far away.
Through Winter storms and Summer sun,
I never hide and I never run.
For I am Oak, proud and strong,
In England’s pasture, where I belong.

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Miracles Cannot Happen

Miracles Cannot Happen

The laws of nature cannot be violated
and for this Miracles do not occur.
At best they’re simply coincidences,
Interpretations, often a bit of a blur.

Belief in Miracles are somewhat unjustified,
Miracles always perceived as positive.
Supernatural or of deity contrived,
Miraculous paradox, I sadly misgive.

All is explainable, no matter how complex,
Miracles require “extraordinary evidence.”
For this reason, they cannot happen,
Defying the laws of nature is nonsense.

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Temptress

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                                       Sweet purr
                              as I pluck gently upon 
                             finely tuned love strings.
                           Sing to me        oh, divine
                             creature          envelope 
                               me In warm rapture.
                             You are my Temptress
                          guiding my hands in motion
                       across your body. I am learning
                      for you are teaching me,so sweet
                        oh, such sweet music emanates
                          from  my deliciously classical 
                              lustrous Spanish Guitar. 
                                 Written 11thAug18

                          For Maureen's Shape Contest

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All Roads Lead To Rome

All Roads lead to Rome

There is a well known saying
That all roads lead to Rome
But I don't take it literally
Because my road leads me home