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[John Moore]

50 years ago. Lulu upstairs. A Christmas wreath on the door. Screw up courage, knock and enter....

[John Moore]

Some new poems

http://john-jsm.wikidot.com/september

http://john-jsm.wikidot.com/nostalgia

http://john-jsm.wikidot.com/rose

http://john-jsm.wikidot.com/july

[John Moore]

Sonnet
The Pembury Tavern
Hackney

The vernal equinox, a presence on the floor,
As through the glass the noonday sun shines bright,
A brand of stout I have not drunk before,
An almost empty tavern meets my sight.
Never did sun more beautifully light
A wooden table, to enhance my mood.
At sixty six I come in here to write,
As is my wont now, for my spiritual food.
What shall I make of what I have accrued
Of all rare things? What is there left of life?
And wondering on all that has ensued
Including all the love and all the strife,
And mindful that I be not self deceived,
I meditate what yet may be achieved.