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‘Argonauts’

For the Moon landing and my friend J’s 50th.

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My school friend Jason H was born
The day of the American moon landing.
Neither event was a hoax
Though I met some who’d wish different.
Apollo of his mother’s eye
When not transforming her into an Edgware werewolf howling
“Jay-son!!!”
A Cancer baby
She a cancer loss
But later, later that.
For now, back then,
Jason, Neil and Buzz new worlding.
Proud pictures taken.
Tranquility.
Screaming.
Black skies.
A boy who looked like Lenin
Though maybe that came later, too.
Armstrong and Aldrin skipped
My first Springsteen gig
Day in court
Grass-blown nights
But they did their bit.

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kids' poem, poem, poetry

‘Half A Martha’

(Written for my god-daughter)

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“Half a Martha’s worth more than all of
The money in the world combined
Then squared”, I bluff
(Maths baffles my mind).
“Is that all?” Martha asks
And starts doing her own sums
Counting her noses, toes,
Fingers and thumbs.
“Am I worth more than gold?”
Oh, at least that, I say.
So she Googles the value of
Gold bullion today.
Then she drags out the bathroom scales
To compare
And decides, to be sure,
I should join her on there.
“Look at that, fatso!
We’re right off the scale!”
And off bounces Martha
The beyond-priceless girl.

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