The Bus to Dina’s Cross

Waiting for the bus to Dina’s CrossWas Fishguard’s gain and Donegal’s lossWith her shopping trolley and unicorn hatA relation of Enya and the band Clannad Her raincoat was old it was torn at the seamsLetting water seep in like reality to dreamsHer pockets were full with mysterious objetTo say she was mad would be a…

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The Tea Kitty

After 6 years or more
Holding these tea kitty reigns
With my impending departure
I’m breaking these chains.

I hand over the purse
To a baldie like me
He’ll collect all your cash
In return for some tea…

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Breast Milk

My little sister, JoannaIs 44 years old todayLook at her! You wouldn’t guessThe wrinkles just stay away A skincare routine that worksDefinitely better than mineI’m only 4 years olderAnd I’m in deep decline Because having Jo for a sisterSometimes causes me stressLike the time I mistakenly lickedMilk expressed from her breast Mentally scarred from that…

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I Have a 20 Year Old

Today I have a twenty year oldHow did this happen so quick?It was only two or three years agoWhen she was only six For me the years have flown bySome quicker than the restBut for Ava it’s been a lifetimeI feel like I’ve been blessed Having this one beside meOn hillsides, sand and seaCalling me…

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MotAVAtional

If you don’t get yourself upTo the top of that hillIf you lay on your backIn bed snoring still You’ll be annoyed and sadFor forever and a dayThat you didn’t wake upAnd in your bed you did stay You’d miss the adventureThe laughs and the viewsThe stories to tellWill be replaced by a snooze How…

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Megan

Creases deepLike the Mariana TrenchHot and sweatywith a camembert stench She’s magnetic.GravitationalMaking heartsbreakable A tidal disrupterSo many fucked herWorks all sidesAnd loving the rides Eats a babyTight with LetbyNo to the wasteAnd seasoned to taste She’s a red flagAin’t no price tagNo chance of resaleCuz this ain’t retail The cost is highWe hear them cryCradle…

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My Cousin Bec

To my little cousinThe one we all call BecToday you’re an age I can’t rememberAnd I can’t be arsed to check. You don’t look any olderThan you did the day beforeWell maybe a few hoursIn the region of twenty four. But like maturing cheeseYou get better with a bit more ageThe undetermined numberThe one I…

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Just Before Christmas

I thought I’d write a poem, as it’s been a little while,Nothing too serious really, a little something to raise a smile,Because the world is full of trouble, heartache and depression,War, Covid, Tories, Brexit and a good chance of recession,Interest rates are on the up, the housing market’s slowing,Our bank balances are shrinking, whilst our…

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