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No lemmings today.
Tag Archives: Poetry
The Big Goldfish (Akoudai)
Swims deep in the seas
of Japan’s coastal waters.
Too big for a bowl.
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cat’s Cradle
An old rhyme played out
daily when McCafferty
takes his noon-time nap.
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Exploring The White Goddess
haiku in 3 verses.
The year is closing.
Time to appoint a new king;
sacrifice the old.
His phallus severed,
blood flows for a fertile spring.
He dies not in vain.
We too, cut Holly;
Red berries recall events,
of Druidic times.
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Bobby Vee left us too.
Bobby Vee has left,
by way of the Rainbow bridge.
A noted passing.
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Dead or Alive
Memory Dredging – 60’s Bristol
Teddy Boys, think back
Beetle Crushers on their feet.
They ruled evening streets.
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Daydreaming
Girls play in the sun.
Tanned skin looking beautiful.
Thoughts of an old man.
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Walk the Streets of Bristol with me – Whiteladies Road
Victoria Rooms
The BBC studios
Clifton Down Station
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50 Years Ago in Aber Fan
Hundred forty-four
died this day in Aber Fan
the year sixty-six
Fa - the Green Dragon 
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