Jojoba Mansell Poems

Please, imagine now,
if you can.
A cheery centipede,
with a frying pan.
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You're appalled by the riots,
the homeless break your heart.
But what examples do your actions set?
Have you tried to make a start?
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Unknown, unseen, unheard.
Assigned by God?
Obliged by blood?
Serving penance for a crime?
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Though your woes are many,
despair upon you like a cloak.
Loneliness consuming you,
your life just one big joke.
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A Summer Morning.
Grey tarmac bathed in gold,
cracked panes of glass with a diamond shine.
Clouds bowed, the sky now claimed by the Sun.
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With this ring

I open myself to you
my many pasts
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Time leaves me by the waterside
beside the deep, dark pool
she leaves me, entranced
transfixed by the crimson crowned quill
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A monster from the toilet
moved into our shed
it emptied out Dad's toolbox
roars "It's now my bed! "
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There is a stoat
Afloat on the moat
See him gloat
In his new boat
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Haunting the submerged roots
Hump-backed, she hangs
She waits, she watches
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