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On returning from a two hour absence spent at the shops (ten minutes away) wife verbally re-enacts into my unenthralled ears the local gossip.   A droned two hours later I virtually know about every recent individual ailment suffered by the townsfolk'   Who is dead, who is on the verge of the same. The latest news headlines photogr...

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Preferred attendance

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When long gone the resignation of Winter from our bones we shall bask beneath the infestation of the Sun, our shadows acknowledging the burnished skies beautifully signing their brightness on everything, idealising the coming picture of Natures kind side. Never have I dreamt better than this! O for the glad returning migratory,hibe...

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In between days

It is not the imperfect future that will close ever just day. Withering,turning its head and waiting as the fluent layers of Moon light bless our silent portraits and dumbed sleep.   Wishing to be something alive in the cosmos gaunt and grisly spectres bereft of heavens location, repeat their ghostly routines.   Bidding me in dreams to sur...

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Our Time!

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Those anaethetized days! no one was going to spread the good word of Happening better than us! we preened and peacocked and astounded along many a Net Twitching Street.   We were possessed by Rock'n'Roll Demons. we starred in public scenes. Envied,cursed,and laughed at players on our everywhere stages, taking great care to look infamously famo...

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First one presses my red button,the second gets me all steamed up!

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I,m having a lips to screen one sided HD love affair with Carol, the Scottish weather lady on BBC. morning news.   But recently I have been distracted by and attracted to (only a little I hasten to add Carol!) the girl on the platform who smiles.   Decisions! decisions!   Only one way to decide- FIGHT! preferably in mud ...

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Cycling down Pencilled Street.(57 years ago)

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  Being short of toys let alone food and love,during the rag-arsed days of my childhood,imagination had to be and was my greatest friend. But when wrongly used often got me into Dads bad books.   On one occasion (one near miss) that regularly comes to mind,was when Dad,despite his struggle with a hard, poor paid job and the bottl...

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Altering sculpture of celestial light.   Inspiring the emotions of and loved by lovers.   Faintly lustred traveller inaudibly caressing the land.   Kindly pale vision of awe instigator of peace,proud in the full bloom of spirituality.   Blessed are we by your everchanging image.

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Land Lantern

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Capable of interrupting darkness capable of invading fog.   The slow spinning beam glare's, fan's out seeking to warn nautical venturer's in the sea clinging night.   Like a bright eyed cyclops watching over the gloom crammed spaces. Mournfully singing out his one note to the precarious and unwary traveller's upon the undulating horizon'...

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Remembering the title-HUMAN

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Some say,

bloody foreigners!

milking their claim

to British citizenship,

(supposedly) stripping the meat

off the backbone of our country!


I say,

to my countrymen and women,

not so much how very un-common market of you,

but how very un-worldly of you!


If only the starving,

the war ravaged,

the ethnically 'cleansed'

the thirsty,


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Abundant return

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The orchard framed within my window tells it's soundless story of Winter's demise   As each branch await's the birth of fruitful companionship when blossom shall descend upon them like snowflakes   Once again refilling the empty bough,s, warmly replenishing a seasonal dream

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A lucky day for a beastiality fan

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An old gentle animal lover (in the extreme) walking down the street when he hears a voice- "psst-could ya help me out?" He looks around,but there's nobody there.   He looks more carefully and glances into a nearby bush where he see's a sad eyed Donkey. Though he's a little embarrassed to be talking to a Donkey,he ask's " did you speak to me?" ...

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When I look at these brown spots on my hands, though I haven't been harmed by them, what I am harmed by is some surgically face stretched hag foolishly trying to look as though she is the right side of thirty advertising on T.V. these scientifically named additives that I have never heard of in an over-priced hand lotion "guaranteed t...

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A poem not about the man who doesnt write poems about the smell of sugar puffs in his wee

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Travelling from where he dare not regard as confinement

he is compelled by obligation to neccessity

almost robotically,bereft of resistance

to the hub of finance five times a week.


In military fashion,his daily routine is set to order

and household regulations must be adhered to.

He submits and is all too easily managed,childishly teachable

and domesticated eno...

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Of Earths salt

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  Looking back I am as glad today as I always will be that my Father remained as he was from my very beginning, our gentle ruler.   Although I pity him for having lost his way in this life I would not have wanted him to have easily become had he set his mind to it,using hidden skills, pompous,brash and overbearing.   But stayed the one I l...

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