Daisy's Delusion
Daisy was a flower girl
Kept her hair in ringlets
Wore a set of pearls
And her favorite pair of shoes
Were pink and blues
Her dress was the finest cotton
And her parents spoiled her rotten
Leaving photographs on show
She signed her autograph for unsuspecting strangers
In the street she flashed a smile
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Abstract Self
I am molecule
I am a ball of paper
I am a thought passing itself off as
A feeling
I am pretending to be a coat stand
'Under cover'
I am a small insignificant sheet of toilet paper
I am an air freshner
My smell is ambiguous
Relevance is a matter of individual preference to the subject
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Brenda's Lonely Fish
I am a tiny flame of gold
That flickers in a jar
I see the world in circles
Eyes watch me from afar
But I can only swim all day
In circles round and around
Out of the glass I see the world
But cannot hear a sound
Trapped inside a goldfish bowl
I swim round and around
I can never catch my tail
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BOREDOM in retrospective shades
It mostly rained mid afternoon
Pressed against the window
Dark dreary
Feeling nothing
Listless sad damp saturdays
Curtained off from the day
And sunless
Full of football league results
And muttered conversations over steaming tea
Football saturdays full of rain and nothing
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Anarchy
The wind of change
The wind of time
The wind that blows, the dandelion
The seeds of life
Flown feather lite
A butterfly
A broken wing
A broken toy
A wingless thing
And the grass is always greener
And every cloud has a silver lining
And strawberries are in season
And rhyme comes without reason
And you really float my boat
Though you are as blind as a bat
And as thick as two short planks
And as deaf as a? ?
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Many Menopause
At, the many menopause there are MANY PAUSES
men pause
Priests pause
And dogs sometimes wait on corners
Cats pause, sleep, and eat, and scratch their claws,
And the many pauses stops sleep
Mind leaps
limbs squeak then later creak
legs go to sleep
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ode to an EGG
A fried egg means many things to me
A boiled egg does not entice me quite as much
An omelette with some onion and some cheese
Speaks love made with a 'masters touch'
The fried egg is full of grease and sleaze
And it never comes alone
Though it arrives in a white holy frock
It won't leave your arteries alone
It arrives in the morning on a piece of toast
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The Anguish Of Arthur's blighted breath
Cold, solitary, Arther, now a middle aged man,
Lived alone with his cat called'Alice'
And drove a small white van
Plagued by diffidence and hallitosis
Afflicted by neurosis
Arther walked the streets alone.
Friends that he had known at school
Had left him stranded by year nine
He told his mother everything was 'fine'
His favourite word to cover up the hurt
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Laughter
They said they were sending two men
Two men not one
They would come,
Unnannouced
Into the place where you were living
The place where you were sleeping ad eating
The place where you were wasted time
And losing sleep and memories
The place where there was too much to do
And nothing to fill in the hours lost between
sleeping and eating and cleaning and waking
And taking back
And not taking
The things you had lost
The loves forsaking
The laughter
The days without speaking
The rooms full of weeping
Of not getting things done
A house full of fun
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Spotting A Lonely Person
I spotted a lonely person the other day
But when I approached him he jumped up and ran away
And later, much later I espied him in Brown balaclava and red gloves
Sitting as one would imagine on his own at a bar
With a double shot in a glass, I assume to drive away the loneliness?
So I surreptitiously sidled up to him
And whispered in his ear
My dear friend we've never met, but would you buy me a beer?
He sneered and looked down at his glass
I then continued 'Are you lonely, a lonely one on there own, is it you?
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