Clive Culverhouse Poems

Walking along a road, diagonally,
through someone's house briefly
and back out where there isn't a door
across their vegetable patch and
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under the lych-gate shall I pass
before the wait in holding hands
for the robed man of God to steer
me to my resting days
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mountains
leapfrogging
over one another's
snowy tops
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I know an elderly lady
At her window she sits
She's always there when I go out
watching the world and people about
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On summer grass
freshly cut
I lay relaxing looking up at the
subtle slovenly shape shifter
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when I look at a bird
in a tree
the first thing
I notice is
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when am I in a raging sea
when am I in a towerless keep
you see the armies flanked around him
labelled with exactness
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I took you back to my poem
we made words all night long
to the rhythm of the trains
on the track by my window
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another man, another day
same abyssal time
I could see a shattered haul
an early tune, flailing,
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Confucius said
if you set out for revenge
dig two graves
or Lennon,
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