Tony Jolley Poems

From beyond the multi-cultural throng
Weaving and waddling its ponderous way past
Like some monstrous, badly-dressed, be-sunglassed millipede,
Its middle hunched and bunched up,
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A not-yet-out-of-nine year-old
Gleefully decapitating countless passers-by
In a frenzied orgy of Samurai sword slashing
Just to revel in how the dark lifeblood
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Today I love you quietly, softly.
Why?
I don’t know – I just do.
Amidst the cleaning and the packing,
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Yesterday morning,
Monet
Must have had a meeting with his Maker:
The mother of all masterclasses
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Form the bottom of the rummage bag,
Buried under assorted pendants and brooches,
Their chains all muxed up like a bird’s nest on a fishing reel
(and I’ve had a few of them in my time!) ,
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“Harvey! ! ! Come Here! ! ! ”

Your Latest delayed departure time is now 6.15.
EasyJet apologises for this delay.
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Just before: it saw.
Just perhaps, it knew.
But in that fatal, final second
Did it think like me and you?
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She wasn’t exactly labouring
Under the lop-sided load,
But ‘listing’, rather;
Her frail fingers paying the price
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It’s the hollow at the back of your neck, just under the hairline.

It’s the infinitessimal, yet infinitely significant gleam of incisor:
That infallible indicator of your soon-to-be-smile.
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Do you know how much I want you on those cloudy days?
Want to be there?
Need to be there?
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