Graham Fowell

Graham Fowell Poems

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I saw a fly trapped
In a long abandoned spider's web.
The web weaver moved on to better pickings
Or herself taken by a bird,
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We are physically linked to every living thing
by the common biological thread of DNA,
giving us eyes with which to see the world
and skin to feel the sun.
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From the moment of youth
To the high noon of forty
The shadow of evening
Will be with you all shortly.
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Sooner or later any spectacles
You may find in a junk shop,
Will help you see more clearly
For a while.
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Put your earth in harness
Planting bulb and seed
Then await the happy miracle
As they find the sun they need.
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Robert Lenkiewicz was right.
Every single thing which life has come through,
Is a one off, unrepeatable, unique!
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Four billion years ago small life dies;
After three billion years
Enough small stuff has lived and died
To enable bigger stuff to live and die.
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Life...is an enormous
Incalculably huge
Succession of nothingness...
Followed by a series of little moments...
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Spring out of bed with a smile
Even though you’ve got backache and piles

Make the most of the time you are given
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I think I thought
I may have been,
From where came my nose,
Perhaps too, a dream
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Look out boys and girls
The Beam is coming round
It’s lighting up the swollen sea
But they’ve already run aground.
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I’ve seen what happens…
Like looking at a pipe
Where you know water flows,
But you can’t actually see the water…
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If your Hearts not quiet at home
And has got the wonder lust
While your room is full of Zombies
Wifi, TV and dust
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Who goes where and here and there
The fence divides and both sides share
In its division with equal claim
Sharing victory - sharing shame.
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Kicking, screaming, bawling,
Slippery into view,
Came forth all humanity,
Which includes me and you.
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Trepidation Trousers'

I got Trepidation Trousers
A hangin there for me
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The eye reveals
The Brain translates
The hand interprets
On the slate
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The Universe is full
Of what we find on earth,
The building blocks of everything
Have made what we call birth.
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Carry me old water,
Bear me like the new,
Having trickled, pooled, and frozen
Between the lake and dew.
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I'm gainfully employed
Making temporary things,
Which are useful for a while
And sought by pawns and kings.
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The Best Poem Of Graham Fowell

Fate

I saw a fly trapped
In a long abandoned spider's web.
The web weaver moved on to better pickings
Or herself taken by a bird,
Predated.
The predicament of the fly - ensnared in an untended trap,
Was to be doomed to a meaningless end,
A casualty of a gap in the natural order,
To struggle and die in vain
For nothing!

So I carefully liberated the fly
Who sat nearby for a while,
Washing his face,
Untangling his feet,
Sorting his wings out - then,
In the early morning June sunshine,
He flew off with a sort of Victory Roll,
Loop the loop - presumably in ecstatic celebration
Of the unexpected second chance….
Maybe the descendants of that fly will see another world.

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