Long Vandalised Poems

Their love affair 
Was coming to an end
He'd felt the shadow 
Of it
For a while now

It started
With subtle 
Changes 
In her ways with him
Then ones so drastic
And harsh
He wondered 
If their love
Had ever even really...

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across the Doggerland dogged people trudge
  Neanderthals, Heidelbergers...Sapiens, the last ones standing
  hairy mammoths, heavy life bearing down
  the mighty maw of an ice wall crunches, enforcing southward retreat
  remoulding the...

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Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author

Ho, ho, ho, the Christmas vandals have struck.
Where you might well ask?
Felixstowe,at the beach huts.
Three times now, those blinking vandals.
Have struck at my beach...

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Granddads’ Secret Love

The Pendulum of time is like the Pendulum of love,
Anchored in the being that is you
Your makeup tears hide the fading belle, who once danced down the Champs -elysees
But I too dwell on...

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A WANING SUN HAD SET THE SCENE
 
0N A DYING GRAVEYARD ALL SERENE 

BUT MOULD AND DECAY HAD HAD ITS WAY

IT LIVED AND THRIVED WHEN ALL  HAD DIED

LIFES A LIFELONG VIRTUAL DREAM 

ON A...

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Clippity Cloppity
    Emily Davison
    confronted race horses
    losing her life

    dissident suffragette
    indiscriminately
    committed sabotage
  ...

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ALPHABETS OF LOVE
_____________________

Cannot be Assigned.
Cannot be Bargained.
Cannot be Conceived. 
Cannot be Designed.
Cannot be Erased.
Cannot be Fantasized.
Cannot be Gilded.
Cannot be Humerised. 
Cannot be Idealized. 
Cannot be Juxtaposed.
Cannot be Kerneled.
Cannot be Legitamised.
Cannot be Mortalised.
Cannot be Noanofied.
Cannot be...

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It took a second. A single second and he was gone, 
I struck him once. Twice. Three times. I can’t really remember. 
All I remember is the stench of deceit that lingered in the air...

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Genial warmth of personage, 
fortitude of a pleasant shower,
Dainty attire, whimple of violet 
silk bordered in gold fringe,
Iridescent and greatly alters 
every aspect of earth,
Till I spit fire and trash the 
conservative !!

Planteous grape harvest,...

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It tumbles through my mind
Like an oversized owl clipped
From flight.  Nothing remains 
Shelves of carefully stacked 
Thoughts, feelings and emotions.
Shatter into shards of coloured mirrors.

Then it spreads – a black tar
Glupping, glumping until it...

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in the realms of marine stardust
there still flicker deviant desires,
fanned flames that nothing can prevent,
lustrous ignitions devoid of hesitations;
bartering for the souls and shoes
of footloose heroines,
laddered of stocking and careless
of moral fibre;
ah, they were and...

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