Category Archives: villanelle

Donald Trump  is real and also fake

So Donald Trump  is real and not a fake Like the News,the Russians and the guns Well, wonders never cease nor chasms gape Will the Queen give him a piece of cake? If it’s rich,it might give him the runs … Continue reading

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I  let my tongue taste flowers

Eagerly  desiring  summer  scenes Before I am immobilised and blind I  let my tongue  taste flowers like lizards  green My eyes roam like a lover’s on his Queen Sentences  suspended in my mind Eagerly I  soak  in summer ‘s dreams … Continue reading

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Oh Jesu

Affect matters more than numbers do Reason without love ,so blind to ends Rational means were used to kill our Jews. Searching  Europe’s “haystacks” for a clue Reason makes its wondrous,  obscene blend Affect matters more than numbers do When … Continue reading

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I did not think that he would teach me hate

I did not think that he would teach me hate When love was what he falsely spoke to me Alas, that was the end, the goal,my fate Once enmeshed ,it’s hard to separate It’s hard to find the eye with … Continue reading

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Happenstance

The crane will mate for life, unlike a man For some it’s rarer than the hope of Spring Was it so when life on earth began? Post modern love is months, not years, in span Loss and  separation our love … Continue reading

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Ironically, the mourner must console

Ironically, the mourner  must console Must lend an ear , must seem,must exhale calm To  visitors and friends who make their calls We are not permitted  rightful  roles Of grieving  widow,mother, woman harmed Ironically, the mourner  must console The cancer … Continue reading

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An old man in the sun beside a tree

A man of peaceful face and pale blue eye An old man in the sun beside  a tree A pilot in the RAF  at war He could have been a  Nazi, German spy His Aryan appearance I could see A … Continue reading

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How should we remember those we’ve lost?

How should we remember those we’ve lost The husband, the miscarried child, the dreams The date they died, or where we loved them first? The place in time, the lists we make, the ghost Or should we reimagine  much loved … Continue reading

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What I did not know held me in trust

The grey cloud of unknowing held me fast I knew reality unsymbolised I gaped at trees with blossom till it passed I would have paid no heed to stinging wasps The strange, lost feeling  blinded heart and eyes The grey … Continue reading

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Do not fear, with bitterness, the cracks

Life is woven daily , warp and  weft We    make the threads and colours as we act As we age our hands become more deft I like  almost  everything  that’s Left The NHS. the OU , what a knack … Continue reading

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