Epileptic and annoyingly woke, Cooperator, not a single but a return. Thanks for reaching out.
Will I wake to spring?
The dawn singing?
Or lie shivering,
Cold toes, feeling foolish
With a dripping nose?
Will I wake to spring?
The dawn singing?
Or lie shivering,
Cold toes, feeling foolish
With a dripping nose?
Protect your children by not voting Reform!
#NeverVoteReform
Protect your children by not voting Reform!
#NeverVoteReform
I've missed the wintry mix,
Sat above in my Comfortable chair,
People go past in hoods,
No umbrellas in this strong wind
The outside tables unused,
Below abandoned, to the cold,
And I have missed, so far,
The wint'ry mix.
I've missed the wintry mix,
Sat above in my Comfortable chair,
People go past in hoods,
No umbrellas in this strong wind
The outside tables unused,
Below abandoned, to the cold,
And I have missed, so far,
The wint'ry mix.
Nothing can bother Gill,
As long as the money flows in,
And her husband
Can't just walk in
From months away on the drill.
Nothing can bother Gill,
As long as the money flows in,
And her husband
Can't just walk in
From months away on the drill.
Spraying jewels of water
Through the morning sunlight as she strides carelessly on the carriage roof
Her bare legs hardly wet.
Through a gash in the lids, the tanks are quickly filled, before all start work.
Spraying jewels of water
Through the morning sunlight as she strides carelessly on the carriage roof
Her bare legs hardly wet.
Through a gash in the lids, the tanks are quickly filled, before all start work.
The cats will be shivering
In their coats
Bats too numb to fly
Will contue to dream
In their hibernation.
Snails stopped in slimy tracks,
Retreated into their shells,
Slugs buried in roots,and the silent birds, fluffed up, in shared roosts.
The cats will be shivering
In their coats
Bats too numb to fly
Will contue to dream
In their hibernation.
Snails stopped in slimy tracks,
Retreated into their shells,
Slugs buried in roots,and the silent birds, fluffed up, in shared roosts.
February is not spring,
A sudden day's snow cover,
Will bring back icing.
February is not spring,
A sudden day's snow cover,
Will bring back icing.
My bony xylophone ribs and poor breath, inspiring a common expression.
What had he brought back with the clockwork tin toys from
Liberated, ruined Germany?
My bony xylophone ribs and poor breath, inspiring a common expression.
What had he brought back with the clockwork tin toys from
Liberated, ruined Germany?
On a new estate the Canadian Campbells, brought solid ice hockey players, to swell the girls.
Entrepreneurs of our cafe, gift shop, and off-licence, I worked for them in turn.
On a new estate the Canadian Campbells, brought solid ice hockey players, to swell the girls.
Entrepreneurs of our cafe, gift shop, and off-licence, I worked for them in turn.
This means it is the Green Party who will take the seat.
Vote for them if you don't want Fuhrer Farage ruling over you.
This means it is the Green Party who will take the seat.
Vote for them if you don't want Fuhrer Farage ruling over you.
Strutting to find left overs,
Saturday night feeder
Strutting to find left overs,
Saturday night feeder
#BurnsNight #RobertBurns #BurnsDay
#BurnsNight #RobertBurns #BurnsDay
Contracts until the glue has become a thin peelable layer,
Of rememberance
Of what it might have meant, if both had observed its intent.
Now two contracts, one and the other
Supporting each,
But never together.
I offer, but you don't want
Whatever your response is of no use
Contracts until the glue has become a thin peelable layer,
Of rememberance
Of what it might have meant, if both had observed its intent.
Now two contracts, one and the other
Supporting each,
But never together.
I offer, but you don't want
Whatever your response is of no use
I began at the end of the miner's time,
The hen cree over the road at the back of the bleak miner's terrace, on a well scratted coal black bank overlooking the field with golden gorse, where we would picnic in the summer, sandwiches of fine sliced ham and coop cheese.
I began at the end of the miner's time,
The hen cree over the road at the back of the bleak miner's terrace, on a well scratted coal black bank overlooking the field with golden gorse, where we would picnic in the summer, sandwiches of fine sliced ham and coop cheese.
In Durham the buses down Claypath are full,
Deals to be dealt, before the event, 'shilling with a ticket, sixpence without' now who is 'bent'. Will the machine tell, whether the handle has been turned?, before the banners have been unfurled.
In Durham the buses down Claypath are full,
Deals to be dealt, before the event, 'shilling with a ticket, sixpence without' now who is 'bent'. Will the machine tell, whether the handle has been turned?, before the banners have been unfurled.
The clump of stacked heels, draws my attention to the willowly girls passing, slim arms outlined with tattooed care,
Mortar boards, atop,
Babies in high chairs,
So much done,
By twenty-one.
The clump of stacked heels, draws my attention to the willowly girls passing, slim arms outlined with tattooed care,
Mortar boards, atop,
Babies in high chairs,
So much done,
By twenty-one.
As if it were an apple.
Peel an orange in his pocket, offer a segment,
Mind, by your foot is a hotplate that will melt your carelessly placed shoe,
When the burning smell of plastic sole has blown out of the window, it will stew the tea in the billy,
As if it were an apple.
Peel an orange in his pocket, offer a segment,
Mind, by your foot is a hotplate that will melt your carelessly placed shoe,
When the burning smell of plastic sole has blown out of the window, it will stew the tea in the billy,