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The White Beach Hut Of Normans Bay: a poem
The White Beach Hut Of Normans Bay: a poem
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The Acorn Doesn’t Fall Far From The Tree
The acorn doesn’t fall Far from the tree: a poem
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The Lily of the Field
THE LILY OF THE FIELD In America, the 5th of September is Labour Day (or should I say Labor Day?). It is an annual holiday. THE LILY OF THE FIELD My poem, A Quadrille of 44 words (not including the title), is about ‘Work’. THE LILY OF THE FIELD, is for Dverse poets and all…
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Tiger Tiger Burning Bright: the Year of the Tiger
Mention the tiger, and straightaway the words of William Blake’s poem come into my mind. The first verse of this poem is forever in my soul (ever since childhood, for some unknown reason), and I recite the opening four lines inside my head. It is strange, isn’t it?—how some phrases and verses can remain indelible…
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The Solitary Bee
The Solitary Bee I am a solitary beeon my ownI am not a queen or even a drone I hum a tuneFrom time to timeIt could be a songOr maybe a rhyme Scrummaging in the soilTo toil and dig a tunnelI like doing itIt’s lots of funnel! (I have a sense of humour) I am…
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And here we go into lockdown again
I want out—This is hell!I yelland I rant!Well, I can’t!I must play by the rules(with exception of schools)And— Stay home and work if I can,Stick to the plans;Wash hands, Cover face,Make spaceTrack and trace Lesley Scoble | 5th November 2020 The second lockdown It is November the fifth, 2020 and England is embarking on another lockdown for a…
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Mint Moth
Mint Moth Mint mothHow glorious dothYour clothOf purple goldenfoldyour tiny frameWings graced byA royal robe worn for a king (or queen)You flyin sun and dark the sameYour dainty flight can be seenIn the day and in the nightA quivering glintOf deep burgundy wine tintWith a hintOf sunFluttering minutelyOn the mint Lesley Scoble 23rd July 2020 The…