Peter Jones


Peter Jones Poems

1. In Search Of England 11/18/2007
2. Such A Big Moon 11/18/2007
3. Rasterick R. 11/18/2007
4. From A Train 11/18/2007
5. Somewhere Else 11/18/2007
6. I, From My Northing Came 11/18/2007
7. To Rex Whistler 11/18/2007
8. Clarbeston 11/18/2007
9. The Power Of Flight 11/18/2007
10. Call Down 11/18/2007
11. The Dunster Lark 11/18/2007
12. Delius 11/18/2007
13. Mis Suete Leofe (Written In Early English) 11/19/2007
14. Making Bricks 11/22/2007
15. Spirit Of The Eagle 11/24/2007
16. Evening Star 11/24/2007
17. Sensuality 11/24/2007
18. Games 11/24/2007
19. Consideration Of Others 11/24/2007
20. Dragons 11/24/2007
21. Ceremony 11/24/2007
22. Cobbledock Lane 11/24/2007
23. Guardians 11/24/2007
24. Insulated Bells 11/24/2007
25. Aux Chasseurs 11/26/2007
26. In All, In All 11/26/2007
27. Lake Road 11/26/2007
28. Last Words 11/26/2007
29. Time For Our Time 11/24/2007
30. On Being 60 11/24/2007
31. Beachscape 11/22/2007
Best Poem of Peter Jones

Beachscape

There’s low scudding clouds on the sea today
and the rain lashes hard in my face
the boarded-up cafes have nothing to say
and I am alone in this place.

The driftwood and netting are blown everywhere
but no show at the end of the pier.
No-one will see and no-one will care
that the Dodgems have no-one to steer.

Seasonal gales tear at faded brave flags:
the promenade windblown and bleak.
Confetti is made up of ripped plastic bags
and the bus shelter’s starting to leak.

Where is the magic of so long ago,
to the child that once splashed in the ...

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Rasterick R.

“Rasterick R made a brisk 35”
on a damp shard of paper,
found in a drawer -
with the date on the top
(12th of September 1904)

So who were you then, Mr Rasterick R?
And did you enjoy a good tea between innings,
On the Green by the sea?

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