Poems to be read
By gristo
Bits and pieces that I've written.
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Mr. Darcy piñata
The reception was without incident Until bobbing through the doorway Came a piñata the shape of Mr. Darcy He buffered across to the canapés Where, dipping occasionally, he melted
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All Apologies
I got the idea for this from a surreal and fairly unpleasant event i witnessed in an airport.
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By numbers
I wrote this following a rather harrowing lecture from the AQA exams officer on how to correctly interpret poetry. I'm writing to the students I believe he wants to create.
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Calming influence
We used to be fast flowing back then, The corridor was awash with kids. Our walls rippled with their thoughts. Our stairwell streamed imagination, Among the roar of their depth,
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Why of adventures more than of green spectacles?
“We’re bored. You’re boring us!” The muses whine I explain that poetry isn’t all sex and drugs and rock n roll Their eyes darken. One turns on the television
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the boy who ruled science
Everyone remembered the scream. Red hot pain on cold white walls. That was the end of Toby. He was fourteen, wore orange Garfield glasses. The girls called him cabbage head.
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The dangers of growing up too soon
Another Sestina that kind of took its own course.
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Fussball girl
Every Saturday afternoon She invades the gastro pub downtown Where the fussball table waits Beneath the barbaric roars of cocky men. Here, she dishes out humiliation in sachets
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Let us be Still
Let us be still For just a moment Let those caustic flames of concern No longer burn wild in your heaving cage Cast it off Here, we can dream away our age
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Lonely taxi journey
I am travelling home for Christmas With a taxi driver who knows everything And he reveals way too much. Within seconds he is recounting tales Of his excesses in the East
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