JJ Evendon Poems

Not walking too fast,
nor walking at a crawl,
a lady trying to keep warm wrapped in a shawl.
Looking for presents, where I don’t know.
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Being a hot water bottle is not easy,
You need to have your head screwed on you see.
For if not and are full of hot water inside,
you'll give someone a rather wet surprise.
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Oh what a shame to be home.
I'd rather have stayed in Basil-don.
Things are great there I hear,
as babies are not fed milk but beer.
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A death card has been drawn
left feeling cold like an Arctic storm.
Can't say I'm particularly glad about this
no time for farewells or a goodbye kiss.
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A mountain trail disappears up into cloud
the walk would take many an hour.
A storm is coming, so I leave early before it's too late
looking forward to reaching the summit to celebrate.
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Moonlight lightens a mackerel patterned sky
pictured like crazed paving slabs along a roadside.
Biscuit shaped clouds move gracefully through the air
outline accentuated by the softness that is theirs.
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I'm sitting in my chair at home
wondering who would ring or who I should phone.
Most of my dear friends have passed away
and soon it'll be my turn to go the same way.
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A flock of pigeons seen on the ground,
curious, a farmer wanders over to see what they've found.
He discovers a fresh bubbling spring,
that when tasted, leaves his tongue slightly tingling.
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My dreams orbit the mind
in a way not understood by most of mankind.
The light it brings is neither here nor there,
It's raining today so I really don't care.
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Every so often there appears to be
Some strange goings on in Shrewsbury library
Books go missing along with a pensioner or two
And now the hunt is on of who owns the missing shoe
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