Birds in Fog
Fog breathes cold grey hush
Over birdsong-deafened fields
As winter wants peace.
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The Candy the Candidate Ate
The candidate ate the candy,
Which came in rather handy
Since he needed something to sweeten
The blow after he'd been beaten!
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And If The Mirror Cracks
And if the mirror cracks, why worry?
It’s only the reflection that is marred;
Originals remain intact and crystal clear.
And if the mirror splits, why panic?
There’s twice the value, twice repeated truth
To show those gems of insight that we seek.
And if the mirror shatters into shards, don’t weep:
Since dazzling diamonds can still decorate the floor.
Illuminating all the room with wisdom’s light.
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The Land’s Lied
Near to Scarborough bay
There’s a scar, burrowed away
By underground streams
Which have undermined dreams
Of pen-pushers, now pen shunners:
Those poor, retired pensioners
Who thought they were secure,
But now ought to seek your
Sympathy, for homes on Knipe Point
Teeter, bones on knifepoint,
For the treacherous land’s lied,
Caused a treacherous landslide
And they finally shall be rueing
Deep financial ruin.
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Fairy Frost
Before the dawn, the fairy, Frost, flies free
Amongst the dewy grassblades on the lawn.
She drapes her feathers on each branch and tree
Before the dawn.
As if she were to rule an empire born,
White as the bloom upon the cherry, she
Drifts over gardens with a haughty scorn.
With angel wings she flits, just like Queen Bee,
But, as the blackness of the night is torn
To shreds by sunlight, Fairy Frost must flee
Before the dawn.
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A Softer Day
It was a softer day today
With hints of spring breathed in the air:
Scents of damp soil infused with rain
From passing showers, small and spare.
Yet, in that softness, whispered chill
Of winter still remained in part,
An echo of unkindlier days
Which saddened my new-gladdened heart.
Soft spring, dispel the rising fear
That frost will come and kill the bloom
Of daffodil and cherry tree.
Soft spring, bring sun to chase the gloom.
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Morning Cormorant
A sudden sight, a wonder in the humdrum
Among the thronging streets of run-down London
Upon the river bank, crammed in by traffic
A perched, black bird, though nothing as dramatic
As flocks of squawking seagulls on the common
But this sole, common shag won't be forgotten:
Uncommon cormorant, a seaside fisher
Who chose to catch his fish in my New River,
A morning miracle of inspiration
That brightened my dull bus-ride to the station.
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Elephant On The Telephone
There’s an elephant on the telephone
Who wants to make a trunk call
To the elegant but pleasant gent
That he calls his negligent uncle
Who had forgotten, since he’s not
An elephant with great foresight,
To tie a tight knot upon the spot
In his cotton handkerchief, a fortnight
Ago in November, so he’d remember
That December’s the time for going shopping
For expensive gifts he intends to fit
In the elephant’s huge Christmas stocking.
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Autumn Promises
Autumn whispers promises it cannot keep,
As sunshine tries to have just one more fling
With those frost-fearful, fading flowers
That still may dare to dance.
Autumn tells untruths about what is to come
As drifting drizzle hints of morning mist
And hazy, lazy afternoons
But fails to speak of rain.
Autumn lies about the cold that lies ahead
As, gently nipping like a terrier at play,
It hides the bulldog’s bitter teeth
Where winter stalks its prey.
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February Weather
February sulks its shadow
Over moorland, marsh and meadow.
Dreary drizzle unabating,
Then there's weather worse awaiting:
Fog and frost and soft snow drifted
Deep in heaps that can't be shifted,
Rain that pours for hours and hours
Putting paid to plants and flowers,
Howling wind and gusting gale,
Slushy sleet and hammering hail.
Hopefully this woeful weather
Has to pass, not last for ever.
On a brighter note, a thought:
Just be thankful February's short.
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