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The ad was accurate
Nobody lied
She was just as described
His mail order bride
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The Ad
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The Berm
I travel upwards upon the berm
A rampart of yesterday
What ran through the minds of those who first ascended
As the prepared to enter the fray?
For me it is a peaceful climb
If not but a little steep
But was it like to those who fell there
Causing widows and mothers to weep?
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Access Denied
I am the guardian of this way
And to pass by me you must pay
The toll and tribute my lord demands
For he is the master of all these lands
And if you wish the enter by this gate wide
You will find that your access shall be denied
Unless you pay the forementioned fee
And perhaps a little extra for me
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Remoulding
Crust turbulently rent asunder
Allowing the Earth to vent
Pressure and heat releasing
New landscapes to invent
And when it is all over
Calm shall be restored
And generations shall rebuild there
The past dangers forgotten – ignored
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Domestic Portals
Portals:
Domestic space
And world the glass divides
Nights illuminated windows
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Poetry
Terror Night
“Who are you and where did you get this number?” Nina challenged.
“They call me the Reaper,” the deep-breathing man said malevalently.
“Well you don’t scare me,” Nina said without the slightest hint of alarm.
“And why is that? Surely you know my reputation, and whether you believe it or not, I am right outside your door.”
“So?” Nina queried.
“So – you are my next plaything,” the Reaper snarled.
“I don’t think so,” Nina countered bravely just before the phoneline went dead.
Suddenly the backdoor of her house burst open and a black-clad man in a ski-mask stood before her brandishing a machete.
“So are still confident?” the Reaper sneared.
“Yes, most definitely,” Nina said with out the least hint of distress.
Confused, the Reaper ran his thumb along the blade and said, “We’ll just have to see about that.”
“Yes we will,” Nina said defiantly.
“What?” the assailant said with dismay.
“Yes, we will see,” she retorted. “Didn’t they tell you?”
“Tell me what?” the Reaper asked even more confused.
“Didn’t they tell you that I signed a three film contract?”
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In A Row
Pastel cracker boxes in a row
Sleepy abodes where the holidaymakers go
Waterway ripples as their curtains blow
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Under Caution
He was given a caution
Because of the display
That he made
In the park today
He flashed in an inappropriate way
At least that’s what the ducks did say
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Guide
They all held back
Frozen in doubt and dismay
Until there arose a leader to show them the way
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Guard Dog
Dave wasn’t sure about using his mum’s pet dog to guard the back garden after a series of shed burglaries, but she insisted that he would do fine. Fine? This pampered pooch who whimpered when he got cold. He let his emotions dictate his life. In fact, if he was insulted about his stumpy legs and flat face, the dog would mope off and not come back out until he was offered a treat and an apology. Yeah, Snowflake was going to be just fine as a guard dog.
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