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Joking Metaphysically
Never
Donne,
I ama
stranger
arrowed
away from earth,
meandering the space
of mind and mystery
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Willowfield
August,
and the field
becomes
a mere of seed
where
July was full of petaled colour.
Now,
wading this shallow spi..
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A rare piece of Langley fiction, set in 1960s London, published in The Alarmist journal 2013
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Ammonite
Sometimes,
the storm brings the tide
higher,
washing the walls
of
my prisoned memory
but never enough
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Odyssey
for the Young in October
Memories of trips,
tricks and triumphs have I,
but with not a bite to
my name, I am devoid of new ideas..
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Agapanthus
You
start from nothing
grown
from the residue
of
rock
just
fingers
green
polyps
pleading
for the k..
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Dancers
Decades
gone their last hurrah,
the
dancing school still survives
with
younger limbs than theirs.
Dancers
they w..
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Heavy, man, heavy, I reflected,
as the cloud outside
convected
and the tumult we expected
soon began.
I watched a tiny t..
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Catastriculture?
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A sonnet. This is one of my earliest poems (1973) which I`ve finally formalised
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