Richard George Poems

My yanked-out shoulder needs this sling
For a minimum of three weeks:
And patience never has been my big thing.
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the plane burst in
at an angle but its Sodom
was a massive phallus
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Such a long face!
You have broken up wih your Helen?
I am sorry - truly.
Let me bring to bear the arsenic cure
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Pudsey, cleared for suicide cummerbunds,
works a Purim miracle.
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English; well spoken;
an auburn bob.
By a King's Cross kiosk
she asks if I want
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Despair not. In loss,
after a warm door closes,
a chill one opens
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Fawn hair part-curtained
her English girl's guileless face
as down she drifted
on parachutes of Sanskrit
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The summer evening ages
To silhouettes, and pin-head stars
And vespertine, the first
To serotine, the last,
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I was a cherry tree once:
The flowers grow around me now,
Loosestrife and celandine.
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In winter '63,
snowed in, my father kept the house
warm by marking GCEs
from the golden coast of Ghana.
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