Wild Bill Balding Poems

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1.
Butterfly Child

hormonal soup
pulsing, congealing;
chrysalis carapace
throbbing, cracking;
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2.
God Is A Verb

God is a verb, not a noun:
'I am who I am,
I will be who I will be.'
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3.
Damn The Fence!

My spirit paces like a captive bear,
set limits by a fence of tempered steel,
that with its shadows marks its deadening seal
on concrete ground that passes for my lair.
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4.
Good Dog, Bad Dog

Why is it when I'm doing what dogs do,
what dogs are designed to do,
then I'm a Bad Dog?
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5.
Trust

I want you, but can I trust you?
The things you say excite me,
but I’ve heard them said before:
sweet words dry up too soon,
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6.
Domesticated Appliance

The fridge sits purring happily
in the corner of my kitchen,
well-behaved, domesticated,
house-trained even.
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7.
6943

(On seeing Umberto Boccioni's 1911 painting 'States of Mind-The Farewells')

Couples kiss in khaki shadows,
cascading into carriages' cavernous mouths.
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8.
Hue & Cry

Prussian, powder, ultramarine,
cerulean and idanthrene,
manganese, monestial,
turquoise, navy, duck egg, royal,
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9.
Green

Into the warm, inviting yellow
twists a brush loaded with blue.
Surprised, suspicious,
the shades swirl round each other,
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10.
So, Year 7, What Will You Do When You Grow Up?

Will wants to be a TV presenter,
Matthew a cricketer, Charlotte a nurse.
Nathan has his heart set on being a mechanic
- and Gareth wants to be a crayon.
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