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Hump Day Poetry – Week 15 – The Retirement Medal

Posted on May 18, 2016 by

The retirement medal never arrived A small non-descript piece of metal Symbolising a career long spent. He asked why? His boss said she’d inquire Thought he should have long received it. He waited weeks, months, no word. He made his … Continue reading →

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Hump Day Poetry – Week 14 – Tedium

Posted on May 11, 2016 by

Why does lunchtime Wednesday Alter my thoughts from work to the weekend? I stay focused until that time. I then wander into fantasyland The weekend prospects of party Of relaxing, of friends, of dinners. By rights I should stay on … Continue reading →

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Hump Day Poetry – Week 13 – The Principal

Posted on May 4, 2016 by

It’s three in the afternoon At the end of a long day. Demands getting greater Staff not complying Students breaking out Parents constant complaining. He contemplates his office clock Another twenty minutes he thinks Then the hordes will rush out … Continue reading →

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Hump Day Poetry – Week 12 – Missed the Hump

Posted on April 28, 2016 by

I missed the hump this week It’s the problem We future dwellers have. We find out we should have And could have but didn’t. But the beauty of living forward Is you get to go back and rectify your past … Continue reading →

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Hump Day Poetry – Week 11 – Relics

Posted on April 20, 2016 by

Can you get over it? The pain? The turmoil? I feel it grabbing me Like a hand from the grave Pulling me back Dragging me down to that one place We fight tooth and nail to avoid. We set out … Continue reading →

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Hump Day Poetry – Week 10 – Man on Bus Stop

Posted on April 13, 2016 by

Out walking with my companion We came across a man on a bus stop. Said man on bus stop stops us Asks me a most unsavoury question. Can he perform a lewd act upon my person? I am momentarily taken … Continue reading →

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Hump Day Poetry – Week 9 – Where the Fantasy Lives.

Posted on April 6, 2016 by

Looking forward she thought it was good. Then again, yesterday was a good Or so she thought Of cakes and whistles and whirly gigs, Of snakes and flakes and strange furry bits. The old lady thought it couldn’t get any … Continue reading →

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