Category: Poetry

In the roundtrip of life knowledge and honesty gets you complete

Sinead

A song you once wrote touched me on the heart, I felt it in my head, Where are your roots, Norfolk is mine, Your solution for the world is to come forth one day, Mine has, is and shall be, This poem is payment for the song, …
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Sound of the sea

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in…
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Breakfast Area 51

A picture of my parents dining area, Dog’s head and no sign of wine, Hope you are all fine, Being in America, Me a being in Engerland, Upside down we all go like on the upside down ride, Fairground wise, If you leave with a pound in your…
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Waiting again!

Treacle in consistency, Has similarities to waiting, You wade through life slowly, Time passes similarly, This is not so bad, Since you notice more, Become more, Substance forms within you, This can be good or bad, Up to you, Waiting for what? When…
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A gem

A person is not judged by the friends they keep, but the deeds they do in life.   Friends are of all shapes and sizes / some go back a long way / some we have not met yet.   Never underestimate the camaraderie and right built into the motley…
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The conveyor belt

I tried the table tennis ball trick, This one had an added effect, It did not bounce in the middle, Middle bounce was normal on all other conveyor belts, However, side bounce was never the case, The experiment happened first in Bungay Coop, And has been working wonders…
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The Pub We Went to on Tuesday

We came to drink, Or, I came to drink, I came to detoxify my mind, To tell a story, To relate a yarn, Darn it was good to get something of my chest, Trawlerboys a pint at 4.6%, Twas a great yarn spinned, As if we…
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Fruitless Labour

Like scurvy riddled souls that we are, Without fruit in our labour, We wallow in a way which is shallow, Unmelodramatic and time passing,  A gentler pursuit you shall not find, Relax because labour that is dig the hole, Is like fill it in again, Can be…
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Poem for a customer

Say, I do that last Christmas is a song once sung also not so long ago, This year has flown, as does the barn owl from across the field in moonlight glinting upon wing, Talon’s ready to pick the mouse running with cheese in mouth from, House with yellow glow from…
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A Novelty

McDonald’s midnight Till update, Fate, Destiny, Trait, Well I waited for a spate, Mate, Sorry for the weight, Not so much hate as last visit, I hate you two, Through me it went, Passed without trouble, Love with a backwards L, I…
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