Thought I would try a few pieces of poesy for this blog post, see how they go.
After that, who knows? You like 'em?
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BURSARY
the paper
had an article about
CASH FOR BUDDING
AUTHORS
who would be able to
get a £21000
Bursary to allow them
to pursue their writing.
all you had to do was
go to the website and
download a form.
I did so and
started to fill it in.
it seemed to be
novels that they
wanted you to write—
you had to tell about one
in 500 words.
OK.
then describe
how you would see
your writing day going.
uh-huh.
then send off a £30 cheque
WHAT?
I junked that file SO fast.
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MR CREEPO
‘the stars in their courses’
could no more alter theirs
than he his own can change.
he has his codes and escape drills,
his solitude, journals,
books of poetry and letters.
why therefore should someone
wish to look over in his direction?
is not a fair proportion of his neurosis
legitimate?
doth he there stand as one benighted?
is he loved or is he merely full of gas?
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ESCAPE
the ‘very tone’ of your voice
has messages from where
we should
have bunked off
from school to go,
say in the summer of 1965.
we’d have stood
by ponds
crossed on fallen trees,
listened to frogs under the hill.
glancing at boats in
the deep channel
arms enwrapped we’d
have stayed
till the busy green
and red lights
signalled time
for a hefty sleeping bag.
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More poems like this? Try here.