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Pebble

Dash

Through mist-shrouded cloud the craft

Hooves into view bearing on its prow,

‘The Jolly Mick.’

Mooring, the four brigands row their tender to land.

Hirsute and unkempt they embark on rule breaking

And setting their own agendas.

They refuse to wear uniforms, step off a television

Roundabout and produce two albums without cover notes declaring; ‘ if you don’t know us, we don’t want to know you.’

In defiance their colours by ’71 had red lips and a extended tongue poking out.

Before this time, waters had got a little muddy.

Butterflies were released, members died or left.

But not to paint it entirely black, with core of Mick, Keith and Ronnie, they find a measure of satisfaction

and now, with ,all soon reaching octogenarian status, comes their twenty fourth record.

Those Hackney Diamonds are still rolling, growing old disgracefully and gathering little moss.

CurlyKale 17/ 09/‘23

#poetry #the rolling stones

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Dark Dil

No dark side

Stumbling into a rice-pudding

Broken universe.

Cold wind crawling inside

Layers of mismatched

Clothes.

I want out of this multiverse.

Where are the controls to this

Video game?

Reality can’t be as brutal

As this; can it?

Into this madness comes

The memory under an azure

Blue sky of golden daffodils

Waving for hope for this battered

Landscape.”

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- [ ] I

- [ ] Oh I

- [ ] Eh A

- [ ] A I bye

- [ ] I’m staying in base ten

- [ ] So go away you naughty noughts

- [ ] One is very tired

- [ ] You travel in straight line speed

- [ ] Whilst I travel in all directions.

- [ ] You engage with Data.

- [ ] I relax with real people.

- [ ] You can cause resentment

- [ ] While I deal with sentiment.

- [ ] AI Goodbye!

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Prom Song

A mix of many different spices to inhale

A lot of noises that made me frown

A street market in Cheltenham town.

Down the promenade we walked down

Hearing the bass go vroom, vroom,boom

And the busy crowds left little elbow room

Eventually, hot and weary, we betook

Ourselves to the cafe, called the “ Nook.

There it was hot and not too shady

Sipping coffee with my dear Lady.

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The Curate’s Egg ( 2)

The Curate’s Egg was good in parts

apart from some markings it was]

mostly unblemished .

If you asked him, he would 

undoubtedly say Egg-emplary!

Well he would, wouldn’t he ?

I wish my egg would crack,

and as plants face towards 

sunlight; i would envelop

the golden yoke to force

a boiled, poached, fried ,scrambled

or even slightly pickled life upon

me.

I don’t want to be a  cherished,fragile

ornament to be viewed, sometimes

admired, but often overlooked

and perhaps finally discarded.

Or am I over-egging this process?

#Poems #life journal #puns

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Sun is  coming

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Trailer

A bright shaft of sunshine

flowed through the windows.

Warmth enveloped the morning 

space.

“Slowhand “ percolated my ears.

A breeze of contentment settled

in the room.

No talk plundered the atmosphere.

All was good.

Time, did of course move

on and imperceptibly the comfort

bubble began to disperse ; 

allowing the emotional winds

 engage the present circumstances.

#poems #comfort bubbles

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Sun Storm

Pale imitations-

oil; watercolour and lens.

needing soil and earth.

Found in roadsides, fields and

gardens.

Waits for a celestial signal

then ,sun rises with spears

of

intense brightness.

pervades for a short while.

The irony of Nature;

there for all

if one  bothered

to look down.

Ck. 04/03/’21

#poetry #daffodils

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Lockdown Day

Bruised and battered;

but not completely shattered,

without too much delay

I roll out of bed to face the day.

Porridge, fruit and numerous pills

satisfy all my medical ills.

Something to do? Oh ,yes wait

I’d better check the day and date.

Check the calendar and give an ironic

hurray,

I’ve drawn a blank -

It’s another Lockdown Day!

Ck13/2/’21

#lockdown

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The Old Tree

The wind of despair blew around the old tree. He looked forward to the re-assurance  of the Sun , warming  his gnarled bark

These days he felt closer to his roots than his ageing branches. He longed, with a sigh for the short- lived vitality of blossom, where  felt pride and joined Cherry, Pear and Apple in a wavy cascade of colour

These days, he looked at admiration at Chloe Cherry, who had reached a crown of maturity, within a few Season’s turn., whilst Arthur Apple and Pam Pear seemed a little reluctant to grow many rings.

These days it was good to reach out with his root tendrils to Chloe; Arthur and Pam and share a bit sap with them.

This day the Old Tree was shutting down for Winter and living with the wisdom of his ring memories. He would try to grow upwards when Spring arrived.

#tree words #Ageing

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Self- Portrait

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Cheers; here’s to life.

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Drink Up

Mostly, marinated men stood at the bar.

He looked down only at the glass and did

not engage.

As the froth cleared, he saw only a throng

of family and friends’s faces from his past.

Raising his glass, his inward smile went deeper

and he knew life has been good.

Time for another drink;

closing time: but not

just yet.

#poetry #drinking

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The Unfinished Symphony

I am marooned in the past

all my heroes lashed to the mast.

Ginger,Graham, and Long John

In the waves of time they are 

 gone.

Guitars, organs, drums and bass

Like radar, holding memories in

a sonic place.

Dancing rocks the heaving deck

I dance myself into a sweat- drenched

wreck.

I make my way like a drunken frog

to the forecastle for a pint of  grog.

And now.

I stand upon the shore

knowing there'll  be no more

bright blue moonbeams

 a wind of half-remembered

themes.

i’m looking at the harbour-side

wearing cans, live music denied

waiting for my ship of fools.

This i can plainly state

Father time does not wait

to view my ship of fools.

Ck. 16/17/01/’21

thanks to the oblique references to Captain Beefheart, Jim Morrison and Tom Waits.

#sailing ships #poems

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Sunset Boulevard

A vividness.

A moment of knowledge,

beguiling at times.

A wonderment,

or merely unnoticed.

Like life.

Waiting for the spark.

Embracing the flames;

then drenched by rain.

Tonight how will

the Sun set ?

#poems

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Spanish sunset

#Sunsets