C Richard Miles Poems

Our feeble-frame biology
Won't let mankind relax:
We're drowning in technology;
We're overrun by apps.
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And here we sit in our dissipated miasma
As phantasms of perceived apathy crawl,
Slug-like, over the edifices of the city.
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We walk the city streets beneath chaotic skies
And mindlessly we stride as if quite unaware
Of the impending menace, stark before our eyes,
Frenetic in its nature, cold as ice-sharp air,
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Though they may stay forever young,
Those killed by bullet, bomb or gun
In deserts of Afghanistan,
Their mourners age like any man.
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You gave me vibrant life when first we met
Your sparkling presence cutting through my night
And bringing warmth where fear lay, patterned white
As trackless snowy moor in winter, yet
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February sulks its shadow
Over moorland, marsh and meadow.
Dreary drizzle unabating,
Then there's weather worse awaiting:
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When fever fades and dissipates
Itself into an echo of a headache
That gently drifts, a fickle fog,
Across the sleep-befuddled brain,
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That scorching summer day, we trekked all
The way across the cliffs from Stackpole,

The sky as turquoise as the distant ocean
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Let me go back to lonely, homely, hidden Bishopdale
Where Newbiggin and Thoralby lie nestled in the vale
And contemplate the curtain of West Burton’s waterfall
And tread the path to Walden, the remotest of them all.
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My budgie's bust my budget:
I can hardly pay his bill
For what he needs in sunflower seeds
And cuttlefish bones and Trill.
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