Christopher Dawson
Secret Memories
Susan held that summer long
As long that summer was
A secret that enthralled the girls
Captivating them because
Love was such a wonder then
When innocently viewed
That Emily and Laura-Jane
So eagerly pursued
“What news!” they cried “what news have you?”
Excitement filled within
Those promenading afternoons
Of gently browning skin
Of barefoot days and carefree ways
When sisters...
As long that summer was
A secret that enthralled the girls
Captivating them because
Love was such a wonder then
When innocently viewed
That Emily and Laura-Jane
So eagerly pursued
“What news!” they cried “what news have you?”
Excitement filled within
Those promenading afternoons
Of gently browning skin
Of barefoot days and carefree ways
When sisters...
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Monday 28th December 2009 11:46 pm
Expectation
Toil within your labour’s sentence
Work and stress that servant’s frame
Tiring mind and aching struggle
At rest the conscience can proclaim
That you are honest in endeavour
Soul be clean, devoid of sloth
So true in value and in moral
A victim of that social oath....
Work and stress that servant’s frame
Tiring mind and aching struggle
At rest the conscience can proclaim
That you are honest in endeavour
Soul be clean, devoid of sloth
So true in value and in moral
A victim of that social oath....
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Monday 28th December 2009 9:00 pm
Don't
Don’t dream that dream then fear to follow
Though dreams may slumber under dust
Revitalise, lest they be hollow
And to you heart your life unjust
Don’t think a thought a passing fancy
If it be something dear to you
Perhaps your hope be more than chancy
How will you know until you do?
Don’t carry wishes from this coil
Unless their vapour’d cause you hurt
As all too soon you’...
Though dreams may slumber under dust
Revitalise, lest they be hollow
And to you heart your life unjust
Don’t think a thought a passing fancy
If it be something dear to you
Perhaps your hope be more than chancy
How will you know until you do?
Don’t carry wishes from this coil
Unless their vapour’d cause you hurt
As all too soon you’...
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Sunday 27th December 2009 7:53 pm
hum ko hus nay ko acha lak tha hai
Bhut bhut bhut bhut bhut,
the water taxi’s here,
its nodding, smiley pilot
gestures to a chair.
All aboard and crammed in tight,
a small boy casts away,
we set sail down the Ganges,
as a sunset guides the way.
The gentle, balmy evening breeze
inspires a tender glide,
as turds and cans and body parts
are softly brushed aside.
Canvas flaps above our heads,
the only other sound
is the...
the water taxi’s here,
its nodding, smiley pilot
gestures to a chair.
All aboard and crammed in tight,
a small boy casts away,
we set sail down the Ganges,
as a sunset guides the way.
The gentle, balmy evening breeze
inspires a tender glide,
as turds and cans and body parts
are softly brushed aside.
Canvas flaps above our heads,
the only other sound
is the...
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Sunday 6th December 2009 8:00 pm
Truth
It stalks, that stalk
That veiny beast
Claims victims in the dark
Malevolence is manifest
Each time it meets its mark
And thus succumbs
Another gate,
A portal to the truth
Consigned the virgin innocence
To the memory of youth....
That veiny beast
Claims victims in the dark
Malevolence is manifest
Each time it meets its mark
And thus succumbs
Another gate,
A portal to the truth
Consigned the virgin innocence
To the memory of youth....
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Saturday 28th November 2009 5:18 pm
Petal
Delicate the petal lay
Alighting from the bow
Across those soft and parting lips
I hold that moment now
As if she were beneath me so
No cares for all to see
To pluck that subtle pinkly plate
And set all nature free
How still she lies, how it still shines
Such warmth a man should know
Kept fresh within a memory
Of forty years ago....
Alighting from the bow
Across those soft and parting lips
I hold that moment now
As if she were beneath me so
No cares for all to see
To pluck that subtle pinkly plate
And set all nature free
How still she lies, how it still shines
Such warmth a man should know
Kept fresh within a memory
Of forty years ago....
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Thursday 26th November 2009 2:56 pm
Bingo
Flames licked round the twisted kite
and there stood Bingo Mearman,
he'd fought the fire with all his might
to save a single airman,
and as he gazed into the blaze,
sweat running down his brow,
his mind it wandered far away,
not if, not who, but how?
He threw his goggles to the ground
and zipped his jacket high,
prepared to make the sacrifice
for bro...
and there stood Bingo Mearman,
he'd fought the fire with all his might
to save a single airman,
and as he gazed into the blaze,
sweat running down his brow,
his mind it wandered far away,
not if, not who, but how?
He threw his goggles to the ground
and zipped his jacket high,
prepared to make the sacrifice
for bro...
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Tuesday 24th November 2009 1:55 pm
Dereggub
Could they know the truth?
Distorted by youth
As the air became evidently fresh
Were they deluded?
As the deal was concluded
And their skin came to terms with his flesh
Thus he hid there, behind
Acted as inclined
With a twist on the bees and the birds
Would the boys in his stable
Rejoice at the label
Oscar Wilde, a bender of words....
Distorted by youth
As the air became evidently fresh
Were they deluded?
As the deal was concluded
And their skin came to terms with his flesh
Thus he hid there, behind
Acted as inclined
With a twist on the bees and the birds
Would the boys in his stable
Rejoice at the label
Oscar Wilde, a bender of words....
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Monday 23rd November 2009 3:29 pm
Bound by Silence
Whipped, her creamy arse shone rosy
Her gasps they stroked the Master’s balls
The sight of her inflamed bare buttocks
Contained within the chamber’s walls
The sense of skin upon her bindings
The softest groan of finest leather
To draw so much from one unwilling
Held by a single stranded tether....
Her gasps they stroked the Master’s balls
The sight of her inflamed bare buttocks
Contained within the chamber’s walls
The sense of skin upon her bindings
The softest groan of finest leather
To draw so much from one unwilling
Held by a single stranded tether....
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Tuesday 17th November 2009 7:56 pm
Tom Ketchum (a bastard of a piece)
And there stood Tom Ketchum
Black Jack Ketchum
Why did he die?
I’ll tell you why
The Santa Fe train
A dapper man with a psychotic stare
Full trimmed moustache
Short, well-groomed hair
Knew two wild girls
Who rode a Wild Bunch
Outlaws they all.
A murder in waiting.
Arizona, New Mexico, Texas
Wrongly accused
Nothing to loose
Black Jack had a gang.
New allegations
More assassin...
Black Jack Ketchum
Why did he die?
I’ll tell you why
The Santa Fe train
A dapper man with a psychotic stare
Full trimmed moustache
Short, well-groomed hair
Knew two wild girls
Who rode a Wild Bunch
Outlaws they all.
A murder in waiting.
Arizona, New Mexico, Texas
Wrongly accused
Nothing to loose
Black Jack had a gang.
New allegations
More assassin...
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Tuesday 17th November 2009 5:33 pm
Power of Thought
When was it that you last saw
an obese academic?
A fat captain of industry,
an overweight mechanic?
Ah, perhaps there’s something there,
in relation to vocation,
or maybe we see, more clinically
a theme throughout our nation
that revolves around intelligence,
or at least the use of brains;
the calorie consuming box
that prevents unsightly gains.
For can it be coincidence
that this g...
an obese academic?
A fat captain of industry,
an overweight mechanic?
Ah, perhaps there’s something there,
in relation to vocation,
or maybe we see, more clinically
a theme throughout our nation
that revolves around intelligence,
or at least the use of brains;
the calorie consuming box
that prevents unsightly gains.
For can it be coincidence
that this g...
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Friday 13th November 2009 5:39 pm
What's it all about
Whilst sailing alone on the South China Sea,
on a raft made of taffeta grass,
I was stirred from my book for a much clearer look
as a shark made a cursory pass.
The blue in the sky caught the glint in his eye,
an expression that bad me good day,
so I blew a kiss at the mammaline fish,
he acknowledged, and went on his way.
With not much to do I made me a brew
and lay back with my pink umb...
on a raft made of taffeta grass,
I was stirred from my book for a much clearer look
as a shark made a cursory pass.
The blue in the sky caught the glint in his eye,
an expression that bad me good day,
so I blew a kiss at the mammaline fish,
he acknowledged, and went on his way.
With not much to do I made me a brew
and lay back with my pink umb...
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Thursday 12th November 2009 7:30 pm
Norm.
It's incumbent upon us you know
We sane gentlemen
To never arise from our beds
Until the hour of ten
And then to take required time
Befitting of our style
To indulge idiosyncrasies
That make life so worthwhile
Such personal and private acts
Foibles, routines and deeds
The set us aside from maddening crowds
Which truly supersedes
The drudgery of common man
Predictable, banal
Who phase...
We sane gentlemen
To never arise from our beds
Until the hour of ten
And then to take required time
Befitting of our style
To indulge idiosyncrasies
That make life so worthwhile
Such personal and private acts
Foibles, routines and deeds
The set us aside from maddening crowds
Which truly supersedes
The drudgery of common man
Predictable, banal
Who phase...
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Sunday 8th November 2009 6:23 pm
Coming to you.
Little play thing
Subtle gay thing
Shaker
Taker of the Libertine pledge
Wildly childly
Defiled so mildly
Oblivious of the encroaching edge
Enthused abused
Willingly used
Discoverer of all that’s been before
One girl fun girl
All under the sun girl
Regales within the label of the Whore....
Subtle gay thing
Shaker
Taker of the Libertine pledge
Wildly childly
Defiled so mildly
Oblivious of the encroaching edge
Enthused abused
Willingly used
Discoverer of all that’s been before
One girl fun girl
All under the sun girl
Regales within the label of the Whore....
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Sunday 8th November 2009 6:11 pm
Coward Review
Strike terror!
In that
feeble heart
and have it cower there,
its demons bind those
worthless arms
under a cloak of
fear.
And there exists
a coward,
the most hated
face of man,
a soul devoid
of all but self,
a shell
that turned and ran.
But here, today,
the years forget
no more
that can be said,
this fellow lives
his life amongst
the memories
of the dead....
In that
feeble heart
and have it cower there,
its demons bind those
worthless arms
under a cloak of
fear.
And there exists
a coward,
the most hated
face of man,
a soul devoid
of all but self,
a shell
that turned and ran.
But here, today,
the years forget
no more
that can be said,
this fellow lives
his life amongst
the memories
of the dead....
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Sunday 1st November 2009 5:57 pm
Astute Coccinellidae
Yew little Bishy Barnabee
Adhering to my Fortune tree
I wonder what yew make of me
Well spotted, I’m from Blakeney!
Adhering to my Fortune tree
I wonder what yew make of me
Well spotted, I’m from Blakeney!
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Sunday 1st November 2009 5:55 pm
Cold
When you’re out and about in the winter’s cold
And the end of your nose starts to drip
When the bitter wind chill blows a freeze on your cill
And dries it to a crust on your lip
When the size of the port in your nasal reveal
Has shrunk to the size of a dot
And your brain can’t regain the front of you head
From the blockage of package of snot
When the glow from you konk has them dip...
And the end of your nose starts to drip
When the bitter wind chill blows a freeze on your cill
And dries it to a crust on your lip
When the size of the port in your nasal reveal
Has shrunk to the size of a dot
And your brain can’t regain the front of you head
From the blockage of package of snot
When the glow from you konk has them dip...
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Tuesday 27th October 2009 7:15 pm
Your label
For sure we are the Master Race
Superiority on our face
We know our background, know our place
Displaying, obviously, our base.
It's merely, clearly, plain to see
What differs betwixt you and me?
None but a fool could disagree
Plain understanding is the key.
Agendas just add to confusion
Dogma creates dark illusion
Circumspect surrounds inclusion
Closed minds now drawing concl...
Superiority on our face
We know our background, know our place
Displaying, obviously, our base.
It's merely, clearly, plain to see
What differs betwixt you and me?
None but a fool could disagree
Plain understanding is the key.
Agendas just add to confusion
Dogma creates dark illusion
Circumspect surrounds inclusion
Closed minds now drawing concl...
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Monday 26th October 2009 4:36 pm
Cock-up
They tried hard to emasculate
Those bastards tried again
To correct us with political
Aha! It was in vain
We stood erect, we noble folk
Rigid and firm we held
As slowly we took it in hand
And thus support then swelled
Back to the shadows spineless slid
By God they make me sick
Those that sneer, those twisted minds,
At my lovely Spotted Dick....
Those bastards tried again
To correct us with political
Aha! It was in vain
We stood erect, we noble folk
Rigid and firm we held
As slowly we took it in hand
And thus support then swelled
Back to the shadows spineless slid
By God they make me sick
Those that sneer, those twisted minds,
At my lovely Spotted Dick....
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Thursday 24th September 2009 11:55 am
come sit on my knee...
Come sit on my knee boy
Come sit on my knee
Come sit on my knee boy
What will be will be
A time for love, a time for fun
Those times will come again
Come sit on my knee boy
I will ease the pain
I know that you can’t see boy
I know that you can’t see
I know that you can’t see boy
Just why she set us free
Times are hard, and times will hurt
But one day this will end
Come sit on...
Come sit on my knee
Come sit on my knee boy
What will be will be
A time for love, a time for fun
Those times will come again
Come sit on my knee boy
I will ease the pain
I know that you can’t see boy
I know that you can’t see
I know that you can’t see boy
Just why she set us free
Times are hard, and times will hurt
But one day this will end
Come sit on...
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Monday 21st September 2009 4:17 pm
Weekend Spar
A left a right, and keep it tight
The trainer barks it out
And through the gloom, this dingy room
There’s no doubt about this bout
So driven on, he draws upon
Those years within the ring
Set apart, a willing heart
Within the coiled spring
One, two, three, come on to me
Aggression is unleashed
The ache, the strain, to make the gain
As pressure is increased
Arms that weigh, and feet o...
The trainer barks it out
And through the gloom, this dingy room
There’s no doubt about this bout
So driven on, he draws upon
Those years within the ring
Set apart, a willing heart
Within the coiled spring
One, two, three, come on to me
Aggression is unleashed
The ache, the strain, to make the gain
As pressure is increased
Arms that weigh, and feet o...
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Monday 21st September 2009 4:08 pm
Seaside
I took myself on holiday
‘long England’s famous coast
A picture postcard holiday
Of which I’m proud to boast
A trip so fun and colourful
I’m sure none could compare
So please indulge me for a while
And I will take you there…
“A fine cup o tea is to had by the sea,
If you should ask me my sweet dear”
Said a crazy old lady with bucket and spadey
In a dune in Weston-super-M...
‘long England’s famous coast
A picture postcard holiday
Of which I’m proud to boast
A trip so fun and colourful
I’m sure none could compare
So please indulge me for a while
And I will take you there…
“A fine cup o tea is to had by the sea,
If you should ask me my sweet dear”
Said a crazy old lady with bucket and spadey
In a dune in Weston-super-M...
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Sunday 13th September 2009 5:46 pm
Scarecrow, Seagull, Dustbin and me
Scarecrow, Seagull, Dustbin and me
all set out for a day by the sea.
A jam jar, a bottle, a nest made of twigs,
a chutney from Putney, consisting of figs.
Towels in abundance, sweets by the score,
set right for a night and a day by the shore.
Waves we received and more we now sought,
weighed down to the ground by the kilter we brought.
Boarded the train, the four forty-four,
pulled down...
all set out for a day by the sea.
A jam jar, a bottle, a nest made of twigs,
a chutney from Putney, consisting of figs.
Towels in abundance, sweets by the score,
set right for a night and a day by the shore.
Waves we received and more we now sought,
weighed down to the ground by the kilter we brought.
Boarded the train, the four forty-four,
pulled down...
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Friday 4th September 2009 3:45 pm
Profiteering
A profligate professor peruses those before
Wide-eyed absorbed disciples
Whose souls cry out for more
Fixed upon his every word
And notion that he spews
Malleable, impressionists
His mind constructs their views
Such power has this libertine, they won’t identify
Their naïve thirst deludes
The truth passes them by
For more they want and more they’ll get
Far more than they have pai...
Wide-eyed absorbed disciples
Whose souls cry out for more
Fixed upon his every word
And notion that he spews
Malleable, impressionists
His mind constructs their views
Such power has this libertine, they won’t identify
Their naïve thirst deludes
The truth passes them by
For more they want and more they’ll get
Far more than they have pai...
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Tuesday 14th July 2009 2:18 pm
Beware!
Challenge not the questions why
Take note and heed them well
Stand back, observe the queried sort
Not befall that which befell
The arrogant, dismissive type
Who mocked all reservation
Cast aside in flippant form
Those seeking explanation
For time would come, would come the time
When he himself was racked
Confused he could not ask for help
To hold his name intact
And so...
Take note and heed them well
Stand back, observe the queried sort
Not befall that which befell
The arrogant, dismissive type
Who mocked all reservation
Cast aside in flippant form
Those seeking explanation
For time would come, would come the time
When he himself was racked
Confused he could not ask for help
To hold his name intact
And so...
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Wednesday 1st April 2009 3:41 pm
Court out
Drongo’s up at Court again
With Nesbit, Scum and Slag
Chav was only watching when
They snatched that lady’s bag
Doley,Ponce and Badback Khan
All denying the offence
Are sat along the car park wall
To witness for defence
Apparently all 8 got hurt
Have made an allegation
To counter claim against old Maud
And sue for compensation
The Clerk has got a heap of files
And s...
With Nesbit, Scum and Slag
Chav was only watching when
They snatched that lady’s bag
Doley,Ponce and Badback Khan
All denying the offence
Are sat along the car park wall
To witness for defence
Apparently all 8 got hurt
Have made an allegation
To counter claim against old Maud
And sue for compensation
The Clerk has got a heap of files
And s...
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Wednesday 1st April 2009 3:33 pm
shadow
Shadow, companion to those who take rest,
you that expands yourself in the drowsy eye of the fading light,
why do you sometimes lurk,
create fear,
play havoc with the weakened mind?
Although you loom so large and sinister,
probing with your misshaped fingers,
finding so many places to lay down and hide,
dark and menacing,
I know how small you really can be
in the true light of day....
you that expands yourself in the drowsy eye of the fading light,
why do you sometimes lurk,
create fear,
play havoc with the weakened mind?
Although you loom so large and sinister,
probing with your misshaped fingers,
finding so many places to lay down and hide,
dark and menacing,
I know how small you really can be
in the true light of day....
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Monday 30th March 2009 7:33 pm
An Angel's Calling
There she is, that moment born,
He’en sent from above.
Weak and helpless, needy too,
dependent on your love.
Wings form on that little one,
as only you can know,
the cherub transforms rapidly,
as mind, as body grow.
The one terrestrial angel,
she blossoms to a teen,
religiously you care for her,
the princess becomes queen.
Freely in her own realm now,
still obvious of need,
discard...
He’en sent from above.
Weak and helpless, needy too,
dependent on your love.
Wings form on that little one,
as only you can know,
the cherub transforms rapidly,
as mind, as body grow.
The one terrestrial angel,
she blossoms to a teen,
religiously you care for her,
the princess becomes queen.
Freely in her own realm now,
still obvious of need,
discard...
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Tuesday 17th March 2009 8:12 pm
Macho moderation
So another headfuck yank
went barmy with a gun,
it’s in their culture can’t you see,
an endless source of fun.
Their biggest arty export
packs every kind of heat,
and it’s not only Hollywood
that lends cred on the street,
but a genre of their music,
another culture source,
all about man coming good
and achieving it though force.
So that brings us nicely
to the theatre of war,
their influence...
went barmy with a gun,
it’s in their culture can’t you see,
an endless source of fun.
Their biggest arty export
packs every kind of heat,
and it’s not only Hollywood
that lends cred on the street,
but a genre of their music,
another culture source,
all about man coming good
and achieving it though force.
So that brings us nicely
to the theatre of war,
their influence...
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Thursday 12th March 2009 8:10 pm
A Norfolk lane
She biked along a Norfolk lane
And softly sang her song
The birds they joined her in refrain
Now here she could belong
Her hair it flowed beneath her hat
Bright pink with floppy brim
The wistful skirt draped round so that
It slid from limb to limb
Just then she came upon a hill
One hand held face’s frame
She lifted up bare feet until
It bordered decent shame
And laughed and shrieked amid desc...
And softly sang her song
The birds they joined her in refrain
Now here she could belong
Her hair it flowed beneath her hat
Bright pink with floppy brim
The wistful skirt draped round so that
It slid from limb to limb
Just then she came upon a hill
One hand held face’s frame
She lifted up bare feet until
It bordered decent shame
And laughed and shrieked amid desc...
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Sunday 8th March 2009 4:42 pm
A girl sat on a beach
A girl sat on a beach
An empty beach in solitude
Hundreds flocked around her
Alone resting on one arm
Legs to her side
The sun so high
Her frame so small
She left no shadow
She churned sand with a small red plastic spade
Glazed grains sifted
Sieved by a warm gentle breeze
Her family black hair, dry in the heat
Wild in the wind and salt
Her skin ever darkening
Pale blue pants ever lig...
An empty beach in solitude
Hundreds flocked around her
Alone resting on one arm
Legs to her side
The sun so high
Her frame so small
She left no shadow
She churned sand with a small red plastic spade
Glazed grains sifted
Sieved by a warm gentle breeze
Her family black hair, dry in the heat
Wild in the wind and salt
Her skin ever darkening
Pale blue pants ever lig...
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Friday 6th March 2009 8:20 am
Bingo
The flames licked round the twisted kite
and there stood Bingo Mearman,
he'd fought the fire with all his might
to save a single airman,
and as he gazed into the blaze,
sweat running down his brow,
his mind it wandered far away,
not if, not who, but how?
He threw his goggles to the ground
and zipped his jacket high,
prepared to make the sacrifice
for brothers from the sky,...
and there stood Bingo Mearman,
he'd fought the fire with all his might
to save a single airman,
and as he gazed into the blaze,
sweat running down his brow,
his mind it wandered far away,
not if, not who, but how?
He threw his goggles to the ground
and zipped his jacket high,
prepared to make the sacrifice
for brothers from the sky,...
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Wednesday 4th March 2009 11:42 pm
Laura Explorer
Laura Explorer surveyed all before her.
and sighed at the challenge ahead
She knew it, she’d do it, be sure to get through it
and vowed to be upbeat instead.
Her heart it so raced at the task she now faced,
such was never attempted before,
she craved to be saved from the debris that paved
her way across her bedroom floor.
Each door and each drawer were exposed in this chore
to reveal wh...
and sighed at the challenge ahead
She knew it, she’d do it, be sure to get through it
and vowed to be upbeat instead.
Her heart it so raced at the task she now faced,
such was never attempted before,
she craved to be saved from the debris that paved
her way across her bedroom floor.
Each door and each drawer were exposed in this chore
to reveal wh...
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Tuesday 3rd March 2009 9:34 pm
the Artist
Where’s the next Cecil b DeMille
where do I the artist find
creative intuition and
the astute perceptive mind
Am I to be like some before
ignored until I perish
passed over save for poverty
in death my life they cherish
My demise will open eyes
posthumously regaled
whilst during life I endure strife
on manhood I’m impaled.
where do I the artist find
creative intuition and
the astute perceptive mind
Am I to be like some before
ignored until I perish
passed over save for poverty
in death my life they cherish
My demise will open eyes
posthumously regaled
whilst during life I endure strife
on manhood I’m impaled.
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Sunday 1st March 2009 9:52 pm
in a field
I fear I may be mortally wounded
Lying now within a shell hole in this hell hole
I write this in the hope that one day it will find its way home
My comrades tell me that no two shells fall in the same place
But here four, five – ten would do and you could never tell
Eternally the sense is that my next breath may be my la
Lying now within a shell hole in this hell hole
I write this in the hope that one day it will find its way home
My comrades tell me that no two shells fall in the same place
But here four, five – ten would do and you could never tell
Eternally the sense is that my next breath may be my la
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Saturday 28th February 2009 12:34 am
D 4
A multitude of touches, each felt in instantly in turn but somehow part of a greater sum
The closeness, the warmth, the voice, the words
Washing through and over, swirling around her, soothing, relaxing, enticing, exciting.
As confusion of awareness peaking at a point of loss consciousness
Driven by a need, her need to see around the corner of an eternal curve
Fluid richness passes over her
Carryi...
The closeness, the warmth, the voice, the words
Washing through and over, swirling around her, soothing, relaxing, enticing, exciting.
As confusion of awareness peaking at a point of loss consciousness
Driven by a need, her need to see around the corner of an eternal curve
Fluid richness passes over her
Carryi...
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Thursday 26th February 2009 7:11 pm
the band
I took my seat
To eat
That meat
Treat
Whilst the band played
A neat
urban beat
With heat
That moved my feet
And the crowed swayed
Beat
Beat
An acoustic sheet
From the street
Why had I delayed
So sweet
The two should meet
Complete
Replete
I must have been afraid
No deceit
In this retreat
The one discrete
Concrete
I’m so glad that I stayed...
To eat
That meat
Treat
Whilst the band played
A neat
urban beat
With heat
That moved my feet
And the crowed swayed
Beat
Beat
An acoustic sheet
From the street
Why had I delayed
So sweet
The two should meet
Complete
Replete
I must have been afraid
No deceit
In this retreat
The one discrete
Concrete
I’m so glad that I stayed...
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Thursday 26th February 2009 7:09 pm
Hyde and seek
Your life is a dream, you’re living a lie
You’ve been here before, but you’ve no idea why
Trapped in a present that’s shaped by your past
The future approaches, then escapes you so fast
You inhabit a world so deep within
Where fancy and truth hold time then begin
Safe and secure, so long you remain
Whilst outside the shell live problems and pain
A momentary lapse will expose you to...
You’ve been here before, but you’ve no idea why
Trapped in a present that’s shaped by your past
The future approaches, then escapes you so fast
You inhabit a world so deep within
Where fancy and truth hold time then begin
Safe and secure, so long you remain
Whilst outside the shell live problems and pain
A momentary lapse will expose you to...
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Wednesday 25th February 2009 4:08 pm
From a distance
I watched you walk
Such class
Such style
I stood and dreamed a dream a while
You could not know
You may not care
I stole a moment with you there.
Such class
Such style
I stood and dreamed a dream a while
You could not know
You may not care
I stole a moment with you there.
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Tuesday 24th February 2009 9:03 pm
D 3
Slowly she closed her hands around him;
in an instant feeling that she held the very core of his power.
Entombed by the moment, by his presence, she was overcome, as if to faint..
and awaken in another realm.
They passed away together,
to another side.
An overwhelming fullness and immediate flood of gratification
swept as the rushing tide.
A descent to the intolerable
was now an accession.
This de...
in an instant feeling that she held the very core of his power.
Entombed by the moment, by his presence, she was overcome, as if to faint..
and awaken in another realm.
They passed away together,
to another side.
An overwhelming fullness and immediate flood of gratification
swept as the rushing tide.
A descent to the intolerable
was now an accession.
This de...
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Tuesday 24th February 2009 6:03 pm
D 2
At that moment she was revolted.
A shot projected through her soul,
lodging in the pit of her stomach,
it was horrible.
She would break his spell in an instant
but for curiosity, but for intrigue,
but for him momentarily grasping the handle of her own darkness.
Before resolution had rescued
she had submitted again,
yielding sublimely to her fear.
He knew all the time what he was doing,
cause and e...
A shot projected through her soul,
lodging in the pit of her stomach,
it was horrible.
She would break his spell in an instant
but for curiosity, but for intrigue,
but for him momentarily grasping the handle of her own darkness.
Before resolution had rescued
she had submitted again,
yielding sublimely to her fear.
He knew all the time what he was doing,
cause and e...
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Monday 23rd February 2009 9:58 pm
D
this was now so real
with a different realism
a real reality
but at the same time surreal
he was so unabashed
unrestrained
how was it that a man who appeared so soulful
so spiritual
was now an apparition of the inhuman
so bestial they now both
so degraded
their combined power drove off shame
and she exulted in that control
that passing wince no more than that
how good it was to be shameful
how gre...
with a different realism
a real reality
but at the same time surreal
he was so unabashed
unrestrained
how was it that a man who appeared so soulful
so spiritual
was now an apparition of the inhuman
so bestial they now both
so degraded
their combined power drove off shame
and she exulted in that control
that passing wince no more than that
how good it was to be shameful
how gre...
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Monday 23rd February 2009 7:13 pm
Paris '46
Waves of warmth and light
rolled through the tall windows,
broken only by the breeze swayed Lime that
stood guard outside her apartment.
A soft, maple leg lay across my thigh
as we drifted,
it did seem so different to before,
as I said it would,
but she had insisted.
In the years since the war the city had changed,
we had changed,
the relationship that we had had changed,
although it was s...
rolled through the tall windows,
broken only by the breeze swayed Lime that
stood guard outside her apartment.
A soft, maple leg lay across my thigh
as we drifted,
it did seem so different to before,
as I said it would,
but she had insisted.
In the years since the war the city had changed,
we had changed,
the relationship that we had had changed,
although it was s...
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Monday 23rd February 2009 3:14 pm
Love's shifting sands
The distant footprints that you left
upon a lonely Beach,
created a tranquillity
that solitude can't reach.
The shifting, changing sands of time,
eternal hourglass,
contains every grain of hope
with each moment that would pass.
And even when the sun goes down,
changing the daily scene,
it's calming transformation
is accepted, so serene.
And with each dawn the view is set,
sli...
upon a lonely Beach,
created a tranquillity
that solitude can't reach.
The shifting, changing sands of time,
eternal hourglass,
contains every grain of hope
with each moment that would pass.
And even when the sun goes down,
changing the daily scene,
it's calming transformation
is accepted, so serene.
And with each dawn the view is set,
sli...
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Sunday 22nd February 2009 7:56 pm
Remembrance
BOOM - the cannon loosed itself
Significance was sounded
THUD - the moment hit oneself
It's message then resounded
ACHE - memories returned to me
And for that moment bounded
An ageing but still tender heart
With pride and pain it pounded
HELL - in realising that
Through remembrance I am hounded
Forever reminiscing that
I faced and fought and floundered...
Significance was sounded
THUD - the moment hit oneself
It's message then resounded
ACHE - memories returned to me
And for that moment bounded
An ageing but still tender heart
With pride and pain it pounded
HELL - in realising that
Through remembrance I am hounded
Forever reminiscing that
I faced and fought and floundered...
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Sunday 22nd February 2009 6:47 pm
Bump!
Expectantly I watched it,
caressed it as it grew,
kissed it each opportunity
from the day that I first I knew.
Stroked and smoothed it's contours;
you held my head just there,
excited and impatiently,
trying hard to hear.
Holding it for hours on end,
willing it to grow,
proud of my production,
warming in your glow.
Enjoying total womanhood,
we shared the journey through,
i...
caressed it as it grew,
kissed it each opportunity
from the day that I first I knew.
Stroked and smoothed it's contours;
you held my head just there,
excited and impatiently,
trying hard to hear.
Holding it for hours on end,
willing it to grow,
proud of my production,
warming in your glow.
Enjoying total womanhood,
we shared the journey through,
i...
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Friday 20th February 2009 8:27 pm
Private Rainbow (painbow)
Arousal is red
Violence blue
I'll paint bright a picture
And frame it with you.
Arousal is red
Violence is blue
Tears surely follow
But it's what she must do
Arousal is red
Violence blue
Bound, gagged and handcuffed
Ashamed of the view
Arousal is red
Violence blue
Make a dark rainbow
Shocking but true...
Violence blue
I'll paint bright a picture
And frame it with you.
Arousal is red
Violence is blue
Tears surely follow
But it's what she must do
Arousal is red
Violence blue
Bound, gagged and handcuffed
Ashamed of the view
Arousal is red
Violence blue
Make a dark rainbow
Shocking but true...
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Friday 20th February 2009 7:27 pm
Girls and bubbles
Joyous within her bubble
She rises high
On the warmth of his words
In the air of his affection
Floats without direction
A single prick would bring her crashing to earth
But a married one could make a bigger impact.
She rises high
On the warmth of his words
In the air of his affection
Floats without direction
A single prick would bring her crashing to earth
But a married one could make a bigger impact.
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Friday 20th February 2009 12:34 am
Vicar of Stiffkey
er..this IS actually a true story!
Now deep in Darkest Norfolk lie
a quaint and sleepy place,
that saw a National scandal, yes,
it were a damned disgrace.
A man was brought to justice so
that decency prevailed,
The Reverend Harold Davidson
were well and truly nailed.
Little Jimmy, as he were known
amongst his congregation,
were generally well respected but
had caused some conster...
Now deep in Darkest Norfolk lie
a quaint and sleepy place,
that saw a National scandal, yes,
it were a damned disgrace.
A man was brought to justice so
that decency prevailed,
The Reverend Harold Davidson
were well and truly nailed.
Little Jimmy, as he were known
amongst his congregation,
were generally well respected but
had caused some conster...
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Thursday 19th February 2009 4:11 pm
bug
bug sat on the window cill
Where do you go at night
Do you just fly round and round
Returning when it's light?
Do you like it in the sun
Can I stroke your head
Oh bug what is that yellow stuff
Have I squashed you dead?...
Where do you go at night
Do you just fly round and round
Returning when it's light?
Do you like it in the sun
Can I stroke your head
Oh bug what is that yellow stuff
Have I squashed you dead?...
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Wednesday 18th February 2009 4:19 pm
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