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Sennen Cove

Early morning sunshine.
Popular seaside resort.
Rapidly filling carpark.
Strong breakwater protecting.
Lifeboat - ready.
Fisherman washing out his van.
People walking.
Out for breakfast.
Endless sand waiting.
Cafes and shops - open.
Early morning dog walkers.
Excited dogs 
running
barking
chasing balls!
Roaring waves
crashing on rocks
white horses galloping 
spray misting up glasses!
Families 
couples
joggers 
photographers
surfers.
Tiny streams across the beach.
Long shadows.
Cloudless skies.
Rock pools.
Seaweed drying.
Cliffs - shear.
Seagulls calling.
Bouys bobbing.
An aeroplane crossing a clear blue sky
and another
and another!
Incoming tide.
Comfortable chairs
Coffee and breakfast.
7:AM - the perfect start to a day!


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The Call Of Autumn

Late August and something is heard.
Can you hear it?
mornings - cold now
and something is calling
with summers end 
you feel a change
these
the last days of sunshine
and the weather is cooling
it calls
over the last icecream of summer
you notice
the last blue skies above you - do you hear it?
Time to change your wardrobe 
for the days of September shorten
quickly they shorten
children are soon back to school
switch on the heating!
For the leaves on trees will soon be around your feet as you walk the streets - crunching under foot
dead
it's time to swallow that bitter pill
do you hear it?
Listen!

That is the call of Autumn



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As I Was Going To St Ives

As I was going to St. Ives
I met a man
his kids; 
their wives
at the station - the platforms filled
day trippers on to
the streets they spilled!

Jam-packed was the train to St Ives
streets so small
that nobody drives
buckets and spades covered the floor
picnic baskets
buggies more!

Then on arrival at St Ives
with sunshine out
bees 'round their hives
they sit upon the harbour-side
eating drinking
boats to ride 

Throngs of people cram St Ives
beaches full
"time of their lives!"
swimming, surfing, playing squeal
Cornish pasties
for gulls to steal

...so how many men were going to St Ives?

...not as many
as kids and wives!

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How Did That Happen?

Here we are
on a Sunday morning 
going out for coffee and cake 
buying trinkets from a gift shop
a nice loaf of bread for lunch
all because of a cosmic accident 
we
an accidental biological soup 
prepared just right
all the correct ingredients 
tossed in a pot
cooked at the correct temperature 
stirred for just the right amount of time 
not too hot
not too cold
jigsaw pieces which were thrown at a distant cosmic wall
and came together to form the completed puzzle
matching the picture on the box lid
and here we are
all sat on a lump of spining 
cooling 
dust and gases
which itself only came together by accident 
a series of mishaps after a very careless explosion - the cause unknown
and so an unstable fragment of rock
formed
evolved
developed
into an insignificant planet 
a spec of dust
circling around a tiny inconsequential sun
not too hot
not too cold
in a tiny inconsequential galaxy 
just one of an infinite number of galaxys
nothing amidst everything else
nothing to anyone
or anything - nothing!
A pin prick on the timeline of "being" 
a teeny-weeny scratch on evolution 
a single grain of sand on a sandy desert floor - a fly on the arse of an elephant!
And here we are
on a Sunday morning - not too hot
not too cold
going out for coffee and cake 
buying trinkets from a gift shop
a nice loaf of bread for lunch!

...how did that happen?


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Never Gonna Happen

Like the time a seagull didn't crap all over your freshly washed car.
Like the time the dog wasn't pleased to see you when came home.
Like the time the secondhand car sales man washed one of his cars in a carwash.
Like the time England won a football final.
Like the time you said you'd rest on your day off and ended up doing more work than on a work day.
Like the time the British nation didn't moan about the weather.
Like the time it didn't start raining when you'd just lit the barbecue - despite the weather forecast.
(Despite the train going by - when you're trying to - dictate a poem)
Like the time there weren't queues on the motorway on a bank holiday Monday - amazing!
Like the time you didn't stub your toe on the end of the bed - again!
Like the time we didn't slate the footy manager for his performance and then say we'd miss him when he stepped down.

...like the time you started writing a poem with no idea how it would...

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Two Worlds Now Entwined

A rebel to an upbringing 
the daughter of a vicar
Sundays - church; prepare the lunch
Mondays - beer and liquor 

Raised in service not in self
to their God their debts!
Sundays - homework; study hard
Tuesdays - boys and cigarettes 

Taught to give and not receive 
the community her flock
Sundays - the vicarage to clean
Wednesday - music; pop and rock

Study hard - 'straight A's' required
a pressure to achieve
Sundays - tend the graveyard plots
Thursday - parents to deceive

Jobs that underpinned it all
work; no time for rest
Sundays - the rock of ages sing! 
Friday - for the nightclub dressed...

for on Saturday a women bloomed
who left it all behind 
who's Sunday's now a day of rest
...the two worlds now entwined 







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