Bill Mitton Poems

He sat and cocked his head
so that his eyes seemed almost
vertical.
Unfortunately
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In fashioning Stone to give a song in every turning,
by giving flow to glass that is not molten,
placing a dancing step within a twist of steel,
bringing life and warmth to wood long dead,
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What did I think was I doing here?
This was no old man*s cruise.
These waves belonged to the
Fresh faced, twenty something, sailors.
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On days like these there is no other song
just the soft duet of gull and sea
no perfume sweeter than the scent
of salt upon the warm gentle breeze
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It’s quite a simple thing to do
just between gravity
And you.
Natural laws are binding?
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Much like any other God
most people
never saw him coming.
Yet when he spoke
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Albert Potter isn't dead
It were just a bloody lie
In fact, apart from athlete's foot
he's as fit as you or I
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And the barbed wire never ceases
And the craters never fill.
The guns are made and the guns are sold
And in the end they kill.
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I hear her cry, once again, she is alone.
Once again natures clock dictates a mate.
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God's dog he barketh never
His tail is ever still
For heaven hath no cats to taunt
Nor rabbits yet to kill
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