Yes, we get blasé and dismissive on this site –
reading in the reams of Poemhunter posts
‘yet another poem of teenage angst’,
we say, scanning the raw wounds
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and they behave like children –
always themselves, and always natural,
all they do is natural;
they seem to be as expert untaught children;
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I sing of punctuation....'What? ', you say,
'I've never heard a sonnet on that theme! ';
and thus this modest goddess, clothed in grace,
performs her holy task; unheard, unseen,
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wanksta
a one-line poem in itself;
a sociological truffle
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It's said in Indian circles that the years of retirement
are the time when men choose the occupation
of their next life. So I'm sitting here on a fine Sunday
in a quiet London suburb, the very day when the geraniums
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imagine angels.
imagine a bolt of lightning
out of the blue so blue
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‘Cinderella’ (I’m using this pseudonym
to protect her identity, now she’s
ex-hot, ex-famous) , while sweeping, dusting,
fire-lighting, all that deprived childhood stuff -
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Oh it's so difficult
to love the frugal
the heart
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'You're the most ept, ert, choate and dolent person I know -
how do you manage it? '
'Excuse me...? ? '
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