Bill Mitton Poems

“Your to old to be a rebel,
your marching days are gone
let someone younger do it this time
your protesting days are done
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Across the white mantled lawn
The dotted smudge marks
of a feline homecoming.
And through the naked branches
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Her Children sleep, Guarded by
a fourteen year old disciple
whilst she works the dead hours
dispensing, pale smiles, pepsi and
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That we were brought to this day by Love
Is beyond all reasonable doubt
It’s written in their faces
These two who’s joining we celebrate.
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Today I bought a Bamboo Duck
Well three, to be precise
I bought them at a roadside stall
They were just, well….kinda nice
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Gold! 'he yelled
'in them thar hills'
he danced to pass the time
'it's laying all around'
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'It wasn't me, ' the man he said
though he held the smoking gun.
'and he's not dead, ' the cop replied
'he's stopped breathing just for fun.'
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Trust not the wind
for on his blowing
is carried the scent
of blood red false dawns.
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AGNUS DEI
qui tolis peccata mundi.
You made us in your own image
yet we hurt and kill each other.
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A SONG FOR THE JOURNEY
Sometimes you may sing in your heart
or have song running through your head
but there’s always singing’s in your soul
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