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Paul Brookes

Lizard

Lightening tongue
Insects trapped
Zapped
And
Readily
Digested

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Needful

Versifying, vellums vital.
Ink indispensable in
Writing rhyme.

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* * *

Why do people take the time
To twist and wriggle, just to rhyme?

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Oil

What is it that makes the blood boil,
Was it the tyrant or need for his oil.

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Order

Playing with words
I try to get the order right.
Like a shaggy sheepdog herds
Before they take flight.

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Creased Up

Let's iron out irony he said
Ironic that his suit, linen,
That hung from his gangly frame
Limp and frayed,
Unironed.

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Life and Death

Love to
Invite everyone
For a day of
Excitement

Deciding
Exit strategies
Always awkwardly
Tricky as
Heavens the next destination.

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Wordsworth

You sure get your words worth
With this Wordsworth,
I wonder,
How much are his words worth?
So many worthy words,
Are his words worthy?
This Wordsworth.

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Unwritten

We slide into this world
And slip out the other side
Most of us just a footprint,
Washed away in history's tide
Unwritten blanks, forgot.

P H Brookes Copyright 2011

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Gone

Clock strikes-
A death knell,
For you are leaving.
We cling tight,
A last embrace-
Then your gone
With my stolen heart.
Leaving vacant lips,
Empty arms-
Now half a world away.

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