Paul Butters Poems

Yes, “marching all together”,
The men in lily white.
A tight defence,
So mighty.
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On a shore backed by mountains
I see the world,
Her features softened and moulded
By moisture,
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You ooze with Love and wrap your arms round Doreen’s pup.
Turn and Look!
That’s Doreen the dominant female who would evict
You and kill your pups as soon as you become a threat!
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'Where am I? ' thought John.

He was laid in what appeared to be a windowless cell.
Then he remembered.
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When we die,
We either know no more,
Or enter a spiritual afterlife.
Either way,
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Somnolent Sunday soothes my soul,
Not soaring,
Just snoring.
Even boring.
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France has a chance,
Brazil will thrill.
The World Cup is here.
Let's crash out the beer.
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As I lay dozing in my bed,
I write poetry in my head.
Playing the page with well-worked words,
A mix of adjectives and verbs,
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