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Precious Memories.

Precious Memories.

This poem is about a day that seemed to last forever ...
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Ivy

Grasping the Nettle

A flowery poem ...
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hyacinth

A Refined Lady

Included in this poem are the names of five flowers ...
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memory-lane

Memory Lane

A poem ...
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Smile

Smile

Another one from the heart ...(This hasn't appeared on the old UKA) ...
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Mrs Rutter's Dolly Blue...

Mrs Rutter’s Dolly Blue…

This poem was first published on the 5th of July 2010. I was prompted to post it here by nemo's poem about distemper... The streets are all cobble, where large horses puff, Pulling dust-carts and coal, dead people and stuff! Gas-tar in summer that melts in the sun, Then in the winter home made sledges will run. Old corner shop with terraced house view, Where old Mrs Rutter buys her dolly-blue.* Patches on trousers - ...
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Waiting on the Call

The tenure on this dalliance grows ever less appealing. All hell has broken out and the zombie masses are too painful to witness. Surely there is more to humanity, than clogs to clogs or indifference to truth in two generations? Mindless lemmings soldered to mobile phones asleep. Far from clinging on for dear life my life is no longer dear. My bags are packed and I am in the departure lounge waiting... My allegiance is ...
Anonymous

Just Following Orders.

A poem that decries the New World Order and its minions. The time is almost upon us when the light will shine with lucid exposure of all those who put themselves forward to help the unfolding of the New World Order. Oh! Please do not try to loosen the noose around your neck. The knot is not for turning....(or loosening) The hang-man's grip is determined... Anyway, if he should falter, the queue reaches round the ...
Distemper

Distemper

Distemper: early type of paint before emulsion; a deranged condition of mind ...
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Just a note to say...

Just a note to say…

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leaving

Parting of the Ways

Why did she say “I’ll be back soon”when she knew that it was a lie?It was not simply an ‘Arrivederci’but a deliberate and final goodbye. She felt stifled and needed spaceand said so in her Dear John letter.As long as the status quo remainedher situation would not get  better. Was well aware of the consequence-  the likelihood of an ugly divorce –but life with the newly found freedomwould significantly alter its course. The world would ...
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The Dawn That Waits

Drifting into midnight, loosening ties to waking illusions, we enter the greater place. Vaguely familiar but shielded by misty confusion to those who fear. For death comes nightly and resurrection with waking. So why reject the natural progression of day to night, or life to life again? Unpredictable, perhaps challenging, the path ahead... but earth years are little more than sign posts on a hazy, forgotten road. And Karma rules, as sure as my belief ...
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Bluebells of Scotland

Bluebells of Scotland

Will you walk in the Bluebells with me? For times are changing; And only yesterday I was young and now, older, tomorrow? older still… Come, meet me in the woods, where light is shredded by the pines and ground becomes our sacred bed, full circle for one born to love out doors. I will caress you in sun-speckled splendour; Skin on skin in moss and leaves, Heart to heart and swapping breath for sighs alive ...
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"Monday  Bloody Monday"

“Monday Bloody Monday”

Head bowed against siling rain Collar up shielding ears Hat brim a leaking spout Shoes beat a tattoo as He Lowried, Uphill, Cobbled streets. And cursed his need of meat And bread And eggs And milk for tea. A passing car scythed Gutter water Over polished shoes He raised his fist And cursed a curse That, against the wind skirl Went unheard A shopping list Suit out from Wizard cleaners. Perhaps, if he had the ...
Critic's Choice

Critic’s Choice

We all take criticism of our work in different ways. Sometimes we thank the critic and sometimes we are cut to the quick by brutal honesty. If I say your poetry’s great Please don’t reciprocate Just say what you think It won’t cause a stink I will not shout or berate If you find my wit makes you weary If you think my poems are dreary If my purple prose Gets right up your nose ...
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