C Richard Miles Poems

Wife said;
“New Bed
For us.”
No fuss.
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On Horton Bank the Baptists cry,
Lamenting that their church is lost,
For carpet dealers occupy
Their space and trade at cut-price cost.
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The train no longer runs to Addingham
Since Beeching launched his rail-reducing plan.
Though Station Rise still zigzags up the hill,
The track is populated with new-builds
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I noticed that the breeze had stopped,
That evening, after weary work;
It came as a surprise to me
As, drained, I waited for my bus.
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In waters deep I shall strike out and strongly swim
While he looks out for me upon the cliff-top steep.
Can I escape his thrall and get away from him
In waters deep?
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I’ve seen the view from Sacre Coeur in every season now;
No matter how the city clothes herself in each disguise
But which is best vexes my mind, for each has charms, I vow,
To lend me, on my wanderings under Parisian skies.
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What are you wondering, wistfully?
Behind those mirrored sunglass shades
Is there a grim, fixed, steely stare
Or do you hide your troubled tears?
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Dashing to the shop
On a freezing winter day;
See the prices drop
In their give-away.
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Where are the roses, the roses of our summer?
The North wind has come and taken them away.
Blow, then, O thou Southern wind;
Blow, then, without ceasing,
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