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Cherry

Old Habits Die Hard

"And before you ask...yes, I have locked the back door and put the key under the flowerpot, for all it matters...now."

Amy

she's in the background,
with her whispered hints
and her aching fragile heart.
and come to bed eyes.
I see her smile, and see myself.
And I cry with broken fractured screams

Christmas/Winter Haiku

Sunset upon snow;
an infant’s eye grows sleepy.
With laughter it will awake.

Snowflakes, snowflakes, snow
flakes falling. Winter gives me
a book of Haiku.

Present wrapped in white

Building Castles In The Sky

“Those who dream during the day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream by night”

Schmidt’s Radio

Schmidt suspected there was something supernatural about the old Philco.

Cigarette, Chapter 2

“I’m just saying, you can’t expect her to give you a bit of hanky panky if you never buy her anything.” Jimmy uttered, with the air of someone who knows the fairer sex so well that he could ge

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No daisy chains

Pink Floyd meets John Bunyan, in a manner of speaking

MORE NUTS THAN CAN BE CRACKED

We buy more drink than can be drunk

THE GLAD THE MAD AND THE BAD

Well it’s that time of year again
The time when we feign gladness

ARE YOU WEARING CHRISTMAS GARTERS?

Are you wearing Christmas garters?
Answer me that one for starters

A Dish Best Served Cold

One woman's way of dealing with rejection!

The Day I Lost

The day started out with Mickey Mouse,
dancing on my television screen.

But before it headed south, away from my house,
my day had to travel over seas.

Why Not Let it Be?

waters flow menacingly, breaking records
for suddenness and depth of meanness

Her Smile Tickles His Nose

her bed large and alone
his on the other side of town

Forgive Me Jesus (for Bobby)

And she pulls back on that
sandwich and drinks her coffee.

Fantacia. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

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Chrimble Pie

CHRIMBLE PIE by Dame Bubia Sykes

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A Christmas Call

Poem written in 1990.

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Poet's Progress

While trying to write a story,
just a short one, not too long,
my head was full of characters
who could rise above the throng.

Protagonists with charm to spare,

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Oh, What a Lovely War!

Said my prayers every night
but still war came; and
cravings for bananas
and a dad who went away.

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