Tag: poet
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Retiring the Lifetired
Turok how I brandish in retirement homes, sand off a few dinosaur noses Here on council premises banishing grannies Help to dust form these old bagged bones Go through them like covid, dead before Bovril’s done Standoff at reception resolved quick elbow hits like a brick Clock-ticking everyone has a bum ticker Flick through first…
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Undying Climes
Undying lands grander than Atlantis, full of familiar hands banded again Reforged oaths, all strewn oats sewn to zenith Motes animate light in flight, delighting alongside buoyant satellites winds shake free from dandelions Gardeners in austere gabardines with swan wings sweeping aft peacock-equal Spending dreamful epochs raking rocks into straight lines before God’s throne and…
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Times
Nuke’s top 5 nights Frightening sights as delight grim idols idling in ice cases In deep crevasses left by the recession of Hyperborean ages Awaiting lightless days Hounds bay at day’s drowning Alluring, abusive night climbs like a spider sky to horizon spine On my desk, before the window, a single candle burns Pervading darkness…
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Land Falling from Arch Avatar’s Hand
It fell from his tender hand Stood from primordial soup Now the ancient land stoops with age Stoops on which wide-hatted sages sat.
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Bombs in Billets
Mr Burke from Battersea has an early start Up with larks, ensuring binmen do their jobs If you spy him circuiting the park he is warden of, and try stalking past him He will shout as if you had not seen him and were keen to stop and talk He bellows about battle Overseas retreats…
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