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Dark thoughts

Missing the sun ☀️

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No Matter (The Sock Song)

For today…

moonworld

Williamleeone asked: “Have you seen my sock?”

I reply with the lyrics of a song I wrote a couple of years ago for a prompt, “Science”. I’ve never given it a chorus, and I’ll let the reader decide if it stands alone as a poem.

Matter doesn’t matter much to me
I’d rather look at stuff that I can’t see
And whilst this may seem like a paradox
It could explain what happened to my socks

Everything is in superposition
Neither here nor there until volition
And when you look it all snaps into place
Instead of hanging out in outer space

Nothing is the matter you might think
Your table, chairs, your cooker, kitchen sink
Empty space, mostly, all of that
Even you, your dog, your hamster, cat

Some days, when I choose to entertain
Assuming that my guests have half a brain
I’ll feed their minds with Schrödinger…

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Six in 10 (actually ‘seven’) #poetry

As I set this task… I’d better reblog it! 🙂

Graeme Sandford


Six Poems Weitten in 10 Minutes (actually ‘seven’)
Quick Haiku
When the clock it ticks

And the count is running down

What can I write here?

Man From Devizes Limerick
There was a young man from Devizes

Who wore hats in different sizes

Some were too big

One had a thingummy-jig

But most covered his nose and his eyeses.
Sensible Poem
I feel the warmth

Of a Summer Day;

And hear the cry of a babe

I smell the coffee upon the hearth

And touch your hand

Even though you’ve gone away;

I remember the looks

And smile at your picture

Captured by me in the fall;

I taste the scent of Bergamot cloves

That you tended so lovingly

In the hall.

Where are you now

My love

Where are you now

My love.
Silly Rhymes Poem
It bites

And fights

With dogs

And logs

It’s a mad cat

With…

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She is…

I think he likes me 🙂

Graeme Sandford


She is the ying

To my tong;

She is the Big Bang

To my Ning Nang Nong;

She is the wotsit

To my doodah;

She is my pasty

And my future;

She is the Cornish cream

That finishes off my scone;

She is with me

So that we are not alone;

She is the ‘never say rabbit’ to my ‘In a boat’;

She keeps me afloat.

She is…

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