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Time again
to turn again
Our clocks
reverse one hour
Playing
wayward advocates
With daylight
in our power
Maybe an extra
hour in bed
A one-day
Autumn deal
Accepting
murky evenings
That darker nights
reveal
It is a gloomy
time of year
When dealt
the season's cards
Calling time
on daylight
Shadows hide
in our backyards
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Drawing up a pictogram
Blank page of expectations
Lines of course
In fields of force
Sacrificial incantations
Stimulated by extinction
A game of all together
To go at once
And disappear
In a storm of bitter weather
No longer human politics
Whose shameful greedy gaze
Built bundles full
Of worthlessness
Too fleeting to erase
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Winter shines her crystal light
Through softly falling snow
Adorning peaceful mantles
With heartfelt twilight glow
Her generous presence giving
Warmth in loves surrounds
A gentle touch appealing
A gracious season crowned
Celebrating Winter a new arrival 25th October 2022
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Now and then a good word
Has sounds beyond itself
Not always first glance perfect
Not always off the shelf
The word at first confusing
Although when spoken is a treat
Not always what you think it is
Not always easy to repeat
When related to a spoken sound
It brings music to the ears
Not always sweet in harmony
Not always trekking new frontiers
Yet appealing as a good word is
Seeking written-down enjoyment
Not always sitting comfortably
Not always offering deployment
Couldn't get their heads around it
All the bungling that prevailed
Disorganised and clumsy
Until admitting they had failed
All the promises and pledges
Altogether such a mess
Confused and jumbled rambling
Proved to be self-doubt and stress
There’s more required than confidence
Than blah-blah’s talk the talk
On a floor bedecked with shattered glass
Where naked feet must walk the walk
So many muddy explanations
Veiled excuses losing face
They’ll hang around until they’re ground
And gone without a trace
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Jimmy Stobie’s homegrown pole
A must-have mast with wires
Slinging power post-to-post
Lighting lights and winter pyres
Solid double-decker pillars
On termite food-proof palisades
A good idea from over under
First devised in Adelaide
This South Australian icon
Skyline high and dashing
Grounded deep and earthy
Seizing whirlwind lightning crashing
Edgeley Road S.W.4.
By the strangely quiet lea
In a kiosk reading cards
Declaring what is written
With what’s happening facades
Why should it be that objects
Might possess a link beyond
Pointing ways to future days
Should likely options correspond
Indecision is a fact of life
Next must always follow now
Things will lead to other things
Tomorrow cannot drive a plough
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On a tiny spec of mysteries
Where life proliferates
Rugged tests of domination
Where excess prey disintegrates
All living things with appetites
Must strive to eat their fill
In the hope that fast pursuant
Devours the greater share at will
On top of that, consuming habitats
Blocking sunshine from the soil
Fouling air and waterways
With charring coal and oil
It’s not that life is guilty
Nature is a willing player
With patient toleration
A pressure-steamed doomsayer
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If it can go wrong, it will go wrong
One day everything will fail
That’s the way the cookie crumbles
On Sod’s Law or Murphy’s trail
Buttered bread must fall face down
Nothing lasts beyond its best
Forever is a close convenience
Based on how much time is left
You can’t get change from bars of gold
Silver linings wear too thin
Life cannot hold itself intact
With little else but skin
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In this undecided time of year
We endure October’s lull
This interlude of season change
Completing summer’s cull
Fine-tuning mood accordingly
Prepared for thunderstorms
We reappraise collapsing days
Undertake adjusting norms
Now roaming wintry avenues
Seagulls shrieking ‘hunker down
Weather turning on its axis
Time to wear the heavy gown
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The King of grand locutions
Sat in his royal nook
Portraying noble ’so-to-speak’
Festooned within a stately book
A coterie of gilded edicts
With mastery of prose
Such crowning glory majesty
Denied all servants interpose
Among his executions
So many hung on every word
Exiled in the sovereign waste
For taking flight at the absurd
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Taking walks in dreamy nature
Looking under upturned stones
Could this be a covert graveyard
Hiding remnants of old bones
Or simply dust collected
Like fading melody’s lost tones
Wrestling to taste the now
Without reflecting on before
Though you strive to be original
You may discover less is more
You struggle hard to find a purpose
But it robs you of your strength
Where is inspiration found
You ask yourself at length
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October thin of lost displays
This lonely month of tears
Lamenting all
That once was near
We contemplate our fears
The future has no proposition
Affords no right of way
Barriers of wicked months
Longest nights
To shortest day
A chilly trek of thirty-one
Aching stints of cold dismay
Switching time
Attracting icy rime
Where heat and light may not gainsay
