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Poetry Box

1. I receive a call, long-distance, from a woman I've never met. I ask: Who are you ? She refuses to give her name. In a cellar, in a house, in a country far away, she says
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Run, Adam

Adam runs alongside the frozen canal, new year's day - his fiftieth year. It's good to do this he's been told, to run along the canal's artery the ground hard beneath his feet
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The Beautician's Day Off

A flimsy curtain screen all that’s between them and their dignity...
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Dr Crippen's Transcendental Sushi Bar

She walks through the door and feels a surge of hot blood in the pit of her stomach. "Sit here" he says "near the conveyor belt. That way you'll be sure to enjoy the choicest cuts."
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I Remember

I remember a time when the names didn’t hurt me. That hazy untouchable feeling of a strolling concrete block.
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The O2 Kama Sutra, Sponsored by Motorola

A survey of 18-24 year olds revealed that most would rather do without sex than be without there mobile phone.
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The Sixties

Woodstock or the Isle of Wight Doctor No is a Thunderball Shaken not stirred The pussy purred There’s an armed man on the knoll
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Harmonics

How deaf are we to the magnetic aspect of notes, leaning back into the music of another?
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The dumb things people do

I thought what the hell did I just swallow?
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The Alchemist

For those without a poet’s ear This life’s a long and weary haul The news says: LANDSLIDE – THOUSANDS DEAD But all I hear’s... material
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The Incompatibilist

More bar-room philosophers
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We interrupt this Eisteddfod for an important channel 9 announcement...

This is my opening performance piece for the 'Bard of the Fens' competition next week. We have to read 3 pieces from memory (gulp) on the theme of 'Wolves' Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
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One Night Stand

She promises herself never again, again.
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"In These Shoes?"

(I.P.) So! You've wound down yer winda. So there is life on Mars!
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Cowboy

westerns..
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Don't Give Up Your Day Job

Don't give up...
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STEPPING OUT poem

...not around any more up the hill in her new nest another hunk in her mixed-up life forgetting three children...
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Uncle Tom (The Re-write)

My Late lamented Uncle Tom, a re-write. Last verse re-written
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I Met An Indian Yesterday

(dedicated to my fiancee Courtney Silverman) I met an Indian yesterday: he was about my age with wild eyes devoid of rage I met an Indian yesterday: his hair was long, black

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