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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 phot...

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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,hi...

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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...

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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 fam...

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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 bo...

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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 horiz...

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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 ...

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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 en...

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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 ...

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Damn you-Freeview!

The thought of T.V. holds no appeal this evening, so,for a change I try to strike up an unusual conversation w'it  wife.   I ask do you think Martians have ever walked down our street? she answers- Dunno love,I,ll ask Mrs Scroggins in the morning- she knows everything!   Although my attempts at conversing were inadvertantly derailed ...

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Last pages

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  The past of his love life closes,like a book sadly read which,when first opened displayed such an indulgence in loves aspects the kind only to be found in the hearts hallucinations   But his eyes read differently now and he hears only silence menacing more frighteningly than his own trembling shadow mocking him with whispers of t...

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Half truths

I don't  exactly lie in order to attract beautiful women it is just that  I forget to tell them the whole truth   for example, I told my latest conquest to be   I own a brand new Ferrari (but forgot to say) poster. I know Tom Cruise,George Clooney,Bruce Willis (but forgot to say) are film stars. I have loads of money (but forgot to say) ...

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Sky and sea

two blues.

Each spinning

its own fabric of dreams

to fill the wanting heart

and closed eyes

and make this day feel

like the wearing

of a most beautiful garment

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Practising the art of self possession

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  I need to find guidance to rearrange my life not just reshuffle the old repetitions but make my body and soul do as I ask once and for all.   I have been for far too long now like a river flowing away from the sea I must speak words that give shape to my world words that emit fragrances able to carry me through time and space.   _________...

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Could it be that the World is changing? or just that my unavoidable birthday has added to its ruination.

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Before I went jogging.....

entry picture asked, is everything a waste of time? I said not really but I will say, time is a waste of everything.   Then  of something else you ask what are the spaces in between seconds? I said they are neither one thing or the other and neither one thing or the other is exactly what they are.   Continuing to pester you ask why do...

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The need to hold something back


If I love you I,ll tell you. If I hate you I,ll tell you. If you get on my nerves I,ll tell you. If you do anything that gets to me I,ll tell you.   Now I,m thinking what it is I won,t tell you. 


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Having played his part

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I could hardly make him out -in the early morning light, ugly in his uselessness but pitiful amongst the tide-line rubble.   His wings which once graced the air with careless freedom now sprawled wildly.   As if he'd desperately refused to acknowledge defeat, his feathers windblown, as though trying to lift him from death,s hold. ...

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  It was after your final call that the music of unknown sorrow gradually became unendingly orchestrated   _________________   Patricia Wilde

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  Now has come a silence to claim the stilled air as it floats sullenly,oilily about the condemned machinery enforced into uselessness.   No more the sounds of metal battling against metal no more the shouted chatter. Clocked off for the last time, the grimed band of the old breed the old skills,the old contented happinesses.   The last...

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Me versus I

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  I had the usual fight with myself today and as usual I won again unfortunately

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Autumns last leaf

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  Lady of Winter pale. As though born of the Moon, descends down the chilling paths of wind.   Her breath of ice permeates beyond the window of my Soul coldly blurring my hearts memory of Summer.   Subterraneously the Spring awaiting greenery surrenders to sleep beneath the unrolling white cascade   While in sterile pal...

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Last return

  A thickening darkness enfolds the derelict house near claimed by the invisible cloaking of snowfall. It is a place burdened with sorrow deserving of its own emptiness.   What am I doing here,why did I return, was this my home or my prison?   Even now it still reeks with the memories of my trials and tribulations. No-one dares to come here any...

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From my days

as a self employed

removals man,

I often look back

to the time

Dad and I

attempted to fool my wife

into believing the following,

somewhat, exaggerated tale.


Father and I were carrying out

the usual task of a removal

when we were presented with an unforeseen problem.

Overnight the lonely aged householder

had taken ill and w...

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  Tidal. coming to me through me carries me to where I came in.     ____________________   Patricia Wilde

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Aurora shimmers like a kaleidosopic dream high,clear and cold, a taut ringing cold that says there is nothing between me and the infinite depth of space.   Looking upwards send,s me dizzy I am walking a precarious path. Nothing is in my control.   The sky yawns like an abyss there is nothing to stop me falling except the transfixion of ...

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