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Mecha
Ah, the muse of cybernetic serendipity, With grace and poise, it weaves its tapestry. The art of technology, so refined and sleek, A symphony of binary, that truly speaks.The elegance of code, with poetic flair, A sonnet of sorts, a love affair. With circuits and wires, it flows like a stream, A dance of ones…
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Pigeons
Amidst the ruined halls of times long gone, A flock of feral pigeons roost and thrive, Their coos and cooing echoes on and on.In ceilings high, they make their nests and hide, And strut with pride upon the broken tiles, Amidst the ruined halls of times long gone.The building stands, a ghostly sight, beside A…
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Waves
A bed sit in a seaside town doth hold A special place within the hearts of some, Who seek the peace that comes from waves untold, And views of ocean’s grace, a constant hum.Its walls, though thin, embrace a tiny space That shelters dreams and memories untold, Its simple charms, a quaint and modest grace,…
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Villanelle
Turkeys, they say, don’t vote for Christmas day, With stuffing and gravy, they’re not part of the play. Their fate is sealed, come what may.Their gobbling protests fall on deaf ears, Carved up and served, their fate is clear. Turkeys, they say, don’t vote for Christmas day.They roam the fields, free from human fears, But…
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Style
Vorticism Hairdressing From ancient Greece to modern art,The art of hairdressing has played its part. With combs and brushes, pins and dyes, A hairstyle can shape a person’s guise.In olden days, hairstyles were grand, Adorned with flowers, jewels, andstrands. In Renaissance Italy, curls were the rage, Women would spend hours in front of the page.As…
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Grammar
The beauty of grammar, so often ignored, Is a treasure trove waiting to be explored.Its rules, a canvas, a tool in our hand, To shape thoughts, to create, and to command.Iambic feet, a beat like a heart, A rhythm that sets grammar worlds apart. A pentameter, five feet on each line, A form that helps…
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Winter
The air is cold, the clouds shed gentle snow,in blue shadows crystal sparkles gusty blow.Hold on now! For the spring is coming soon,the balmy air proceeds from next wolf moon.The wisdom of the world is layers deep.To let go now! To rest forever sleep.So small and bowed, and knelt on icy land, but reaching up…
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Empty
Welsh slate roof,grey quoins, red bricks.Pilasters pseudo marble. Stair risers,glazed tile decor.Window panes,bevelled etched glass.Arched glaze bars,cornice consoles.Architrave, timber box sash.Laths and latch,gyp-dust plastered.Gravel chips,aggregated.Bottle shards,broken beer cans.Ivy bay,lauristinus.Lichen moss,liverwort cups.Graffitichalk scrawl, privet.
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Clough
When dawn broke on those summer days,four giants were surrounding him,and farmers with their windrow hays.Behind white cotton grass, sky greys,wind keen, the weather’s looking grim.This top could keep you lost for days.And now a kinder choice of place,Hides a water pool with bright rim,it’s downfall fed, high wind back sprays.Thoughts churning in the morning…
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Arch
Reflecting, grandioseglass-paned arch,shuts out slender trees.Clouds disperse.Number 5 replacedrobin’s breast.Still outside he trills in a hedge. An oak tree’s tawnyleaf outlined,is stuck to rough pinksugar card,fixed with latex glue.Wax crayons, make colour stick mencome alive. Sharp pencils scribblewonky lines.Follow straight line rules,tell stories.Mind pictures of old.Sweets and stars,tea biscuits, and milkfor rewards. Make raffia mat,…
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