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I see that yesterday was national poetry day,
well that's wrong because yesterday was Thursday
and Friday is poets day, Piss Off Early Tomorrow's
Saturday...
Winterdene... ( May 2003)
I'm an old man in a posh car
Pickled herring in a glass jar
And all roads lead to Winterdene.
Now here alone in evening shade
The inside watching the outside fade
The past gone and the future obscene.
I've had my time now here's the night
Why can't we just, switch off the light,
Or drive away to some where afar
Like an old man in a posh car....
Derek H.
Tired..
O patter petter and puff
This that and other stuff
I write and dib and dab
Some time thoughtful
Some time drab.
Tonight my scribe is dry,
To bring salt drops to your eye
To make you laugh or think
Paper pen and ink
Brethren brothers three
No verse alas from me
You'll gather or gain
As idle and empty my brain.
No crusty yarn or tale
Released by jars of ale
No lover's martyred death
No summer's sigh the breath
Of spring to chase.
No distant exotic place
Perchance you wish to go
As tired am I and so,
I bid thee good night
As now I take flight
To my own astral plane
While consciousness does drain
I drift shuffle and shuff
So patter, petter and ......puff
Derek H.
well that's wrong because yesterday was Thursday
and Friday is poets day, Piss Off Early Tomorrow's
Saturday...
Winterdene... ( May 2003)
I'm an old man in a posh car
Pickled herring in a glass jar
And all roads lead to Winterdene.
Now here alone in evening shade
The inside watching the outside fade
The past gone and the future obscene.
I've had my time now here's the night
Why can't we just, switch off the light,
Or drive away to some where afar
Like an old man in a posh car....
Derek H.
Tired..
O patter petter and puff
This that and other stuff
I write and dib and dab
Some time thoughtful
Some time drab.
Tonight my scribe is dry,
To bring salt drops to your eye
To make you laugh or think
Paper pen and ink
Brethren brothers three
No verse alas from me
You'll gather or gain
As idle and empty my brain.
No crusty yarn or tale
Released by jars of ale
No lover's martyred death
No summer's sigh the breath
Of spring to chase.
No distant exotic place
Perchance you wish to go
As tired am I and so,
I bid thee good night
As now I take flight
To my own astral plane
While consciousness does drain
I drift shuffle and shuff
So patter, petter and ......puff
Derek H.
Monday 11 September 2017
Spectacular Man Made Sun Brightens up London 2 Hours Early
...five years or more since I made this....
Monday 13 February 2017
60a.....
.. Had a letter from the legal people last Saturday
saying contracts have been exchanged and I have
to leave 60a for the last time on 23rd February.
.. So goodbye my friend, thank you for the shelter.
Goodbye 60a
KRO
saying contracts have been exchanged and I have
to leave 60a for the last time on 23rd February.
.. So goodbye my friend, thank you for the shelter.
Goodbye 60a
KRO
Thursday 12 January 2017
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