Tony Jolley Poems

Furrows in the aching brow.
Furrows in the wakening earth.
Both scored deep by the power of the plough.
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Caught myself thinking I'd been 'hard done by', today…
And, in a fiscal, Einsteinian, Relativistic sort of way
I guess I had been, I could well say:
More 'F=TJ shafted' than E=MC squared,
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What propels a man to climb out,
At night,
At 200 mph,
And 20,000 ft
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After a while you don't think about it anymore:
Don't translate,
Don't worry,
Don't try.
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Rooted, by pride restored,
In the rich, Rhine-wrought soil of Bruebach
The very day the Bosche were booted out
(The second time, that is) :
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He
[Or 'she' – how does one tell? ]
Was some:
2000 €,
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First it was a foetus
[Naturally enough]
Umbilical cord and all
A la Leonardo,
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Area 51.
Unites State Secret.
UFO's
And who knows
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Dawn comes soft here:
Soft like the second kiss –
Long, deep & languorous,
Pale light and pastel land
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