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Tobie

Posted on April 1, 2022 by | Leave a comment

Tobie was a catcher,

a catcher in the rye;

he’d catch the ball I threw for him

no matter how far or high.

I miss my little catcher,

his cuddles and his ways;

but that pooch did live his best life

in the most mysterious ways.

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Acquaintance Haikus

Posted on February 10, 2022 by | 3 comments

There’s an acquaintance

that I have no knowledge of –

I call him Sidney.

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He likes to call round

at inopportune moments

and brings me flowers.

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He stays for minutes –

barely time for a cuppa –

then he toodles off.

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I count down the hours

until he returns once again

a bunch in his hand.

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I don’t like flowers,

or Sidney, or Sidney’s hat;

they make me feel sad.

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One day – not today –

I shall answer the front door

wearing just a smile.

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This may do the trick,

or it might encourage him,

who can tell these days?

—//—

When Sidney passed on,

I cried for a long weekend,

and felt my time called.

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Forty years later,

I still think of old Sidney,

and his horrible hat.

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Our Triffid’s gone

Posted on January 9, 2022 by | Leave a comment

Our Triffid, it’s gone!

Or it may be hiding;

we dare not go and see,

we do not go and look –

or perhaps it’s just a mythical creature

I read of in a book.

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We counted them out

Posted on September 12, 2020 by | 4 comments

We counted them out,

and we counted them in,

there were fewer came back,

and they cried ‘Did we win?’

‘Not today.’ we said,

with a degree of sorrow;

‘But, we are bound to win tomorrow’.

So, we counted them out,

and we counted them in,

still fewer came back,

and they asked ‘Did we win?’

‘Not today.’ we said,

with a soupçon of sorrow,

‘But, we’ll probably win tomorrow.’

So, we counted them out,

and we counted them in,

just a handful came back,

and they asked, Did we win?’

‘Not today.’ we said,

with a small pinch of sorrow,

Though we’re quite likely to win on the morrow.’

Then we counted them out,

and we counted him in,

a dusty young lad from the Farthings,

and he asked, ‘Did I win?’

‘Not today’. we admitted,

with a tear in one eye,

‘But tomorrow is another day,

in which you can try’.

We counted him out…

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I unwrote a radio script today.

Posted on May 22, 2020 by | 2 comments

Sadly, that is what I did: whilst trying to listen to a ‘notes’ document on my iPhone I managed within two or three seconds to delete the whole thing.

Not the end of the world, nor a major catastrophe, but I felt the sadness that losing something precious brings.

It’s not like losing a friend or a relative – as also happened today – and in comparison losing a sketch, poem, or script is nothing – but it set my mood on a downward slope that has been hanging around me since.

Losing a friend of Jane’s today is much more serious, and my error pales into insignificance – however, some things we can avoid, and some things we can’t.

It’s been quite a rubbishy Friday, and all on top of the current crisis in the world.

Sharing a thought for those who lose, and those who are lost in the world today, and every day.

G❤️

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I’m ‘there’ in the picture.

Posted on February 29, 2020 by | Leave a comment

I’m ‘there’ in the picture,

can’t you see?

I’m the idjut swimming

in the cold of the sea;

I’m the one at the back

dawdling free;

I’m the clown at the fair

but no-one’s looking at me;

I’m the invisible man

stood next to the tree;

I’m the one who is missing

from the picture,

God bless me.

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I had an idea

Posted on January 29, 2020 by | 2 comments

I had an idea

I had an idea

for a poem,

a wonderful poem,

better than all that I have ever written

before…

then I saw a hypothetical squirrel…

… and that poem was no more.

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Mama’s Little Soldier

Posted on January 7, 2020 by | 2 comments

Mama’s Little Soldier

Mama’s little soldier

went off to the war,

though he didn’t really know

what he was fighting for;

and when he came back,

he was in a box,

Mama visits him on Sundays,

and irons his socks.

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Seagull Swoops

Posted on June 30, 2019 by | 3 comments

Seagull Swoops

Seagull swoops,

loops the loops,

and captures the moment,

that you lost your food,

forever, in your mind

the bird that had designs upon your treat;

swiped by beak and feet

in one mad rush of adrenalin…

gone!

But not forgotten,

as the gull gulps

his Ill-gotten gains,

upon your parade fall the rains.

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Tears Have Ears

Posted on June 27, 2019 by | Leave a comment

Tears Have Ears

Tears have ears;

only little tiny ones,

ones that you can’t really see;

but, be aware,

that they are there.

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