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Poem of the Day – Fresh Games

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Fresh Games

 

Packed up schemes in a box; far cry from a bitter tasting scar

Just a cloud gathering to mist over the seaside vista.

 

Chuckle as spiders fly in the sky;

Eight legs delight; absorbed in wistful thinking

Sinking to new heights.

 

Dreams of heroes

Crashing in to take revenge

Never meant to be realistic: in capes

Dressed for glamour carpets.

 

High heeled dames cracking walnuts

For snacks between intervals.

 

Spoken words falling on cut off crusts

A must for a working journalist

Missed by the parking lot attendant

The one with a red face from worrying

Scurrying because he is late for breakfast

 

Yes he is on a red motorbike

With exhaustion problems

Burning scandals at both ends

Regretting the time he spends

Counting his neighbours washing

Firing up instead of listening to his alarm

 

 

 

January 20th 2018

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright

 

 

 

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