Let us roam poem

Sure, certainly, of course, my kingdom for a horse, my life in a bag, light and nothing at all, nothing heavy inside, and with not even the weight of the world, upon my shoulders, yes, no weight at all, so, sure, certainly, of course, my kingdom for a horse, so, let us go, let us…

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Kiss me poem

You and me, upon a swing in the sun beneath a tree, and the first kiss, a glorious bliss, sending me into heaven, and thrilling my senses, and sending excited shivers through me, so, kiss me, kiss me again, for it is only 10.30am and I have all day, and no, I am not going…

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I think poem

I think I am going now, but I am not sure, because I am in one of those circular doors, going around and around, and it is a bit like life, going nowhere fast, and not always going where I like, and I think I am going now, but I wish I knew where, but…

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I take a bullet poem

In a moment of anger, I look at the sun, and I wonder if it will ever deflate, so, I take a bullet and I put it into my gun, I take a bullet, and in a moment of discontent, I shoot it at the sun, and I, I am disappointed, that the sun is…

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I hoped poem

I hoped against all hope that you would be here, at the dawn of the day, I hoped you would, but I could not presume, but you came with a smile upon your face, and you came when I was in need, and you came when I called despite you being far away, and here…

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I filter the coffee poem

I filter the coffee, whilst you, you tread softly, on the rug, you in your dressing gown, bright eyed and all cosy and snug, and I filter the coffee, and the croissants are done, and the fruit and the orange juice are on the table, and we bathe, in the light of the glorious sun,…

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In the light poem

In the light, in the bright bright light, in the light, I come alive, I come alive, and I thrive, I thrive in the light, and it rouses me into gentility, but it gives me strength, strength as I sit, and I grow in it, and with every ray, how warm it is, and how…

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In the folly poem

In the folly as the water flows, it is funny, funny what made people happy in the days gone by, funny that people with more money than sense, created these spaces to enjoy, kind of eccentric but charming, in the great grounds of some house somewhere, where the owners have let their imaginations run wild,…

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Illiterate racist fool poem

You illiterate racist fool, expressing yourself in the city, and with your name tag and all, you illiterate fool, spraying your racist graffiti against the wall, of which there is no need in the twenty first century, and of which there is no call, and it is terrible, absolutely terrible racism in this day and…

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Headlines poem

Headlines, shred lines, cutting at one and all, vicious, sensationalism, scathing and apocryphal, newspapers empty of intellect and positivity, and with nothing of any use to say to all, headlines, shred lines, cutting at one and all, and with nothing positive to say, no nothing at all, but people still buy this trash, and still…

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