Spoken first or last

or in the void of moments past

Those remembered are the ones

unfaded by a lifetimes Suns

un-dulled by silence dark and deep

they are the words we always keep

to shield against the words of hate

which dim and slowly dissipate

those words of love their gentle gift

so fine that all of time can't sift

the strength they g...

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A beloved one arrives

in your line of vision,

you can feel the energetic 

dance of their form,

you can feel their sorrow and their joy,

you cry for their troubles

and smile with their happiness.

Looking deeply,

you also see the light

that shines through their form,

this is where the fullness of joy resides,

this is the eternal light of the divine.

Yes, it is the...

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Evenly spaced out along the bank

surrounded by their arsenals

of rods, reels and hooks

the silent fraternity study their floats

undetered by passing boats

which cause the floats to dance

yet fail to break the anglers' trance.

The fish don't stand a bloody chance.

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Moonlight whiteley powdering,

this nights rural landscape I walk through,

touching all about with pallid beams

occasionally finding lovers, in the secrecy of shadows,

likely to be sharing romantic dreams.

Statue-esque upon a high outcrop

vulpinous hunter, his nocturnal kingdom he surveys

keen, his sight and hearing, traditionally cunning, his predatory ways!

Liste...

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On it

How can anything 
be a love song 
with everything going on 

how can we think of us 
against these flames 
in the background 

maybe lovers in Vesuvius 
thought the same thing 
smile and pose for history 

we’re in the moment 
exactly like this 

how can anything be a love song 
so that’s what you thought 
as I make the world stop 

for a moment and you can 
put down y...

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my tippy toes on the tarmac

I'm light as a feather

prologue

scared for the future
pushing through the drag

suture up these wounds
...

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the tracts where sleep ran 

ducts thru navel 

smoky rivers, freshly stained 

while we wait, fidgeting in a

 too-big waiting room 

too big for just the two of us 

too small for all the thoughts 

too small

for the silence . 

it smells like a barber shop 

and the fixtures buzz idly 

bright, but flickering 

and I remember that 

you can't smoke in public anym...

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The wall of our hall is ever so small

but the colour has to be right

lit by natural means by day

or a shaded bulb by night.

The colour has to be bright yet subtle

enough that would simply show off a mirror

the centrepiece of the wall of the hall

which though small is what welcomes you into the house. 

The decision's been made, plans have been laid

we've simply chose...

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stomach churning

a vitriolic spew, a low

deep-down grumbling

indigestible venom

a deadbeat poet

too old to be content

too young to be

incontinent,

snarling vicious words

that splatter, smear

and leave a stink,

foul vowels and

cutting consonants

that cling tight to walls,

defacing posters with

potent prophetic acidity

screaming stop, care

turn, c...

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Another day another tear
A week goes by and I'm still here 
The months they fly
What's another year
I still have a mountain to climb
But I will soldier on one tear at a time

Nobody can tell you how to deal with grief
It's something that you alone must endure
A personal pain that eats away
There is no known antidote or cure
One moment your sea is tranquil and calm
The next a giant wave...

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I want to hold you

Go out with you for a brew

Make you feel special

Have a playful wrestle

Gaze into your lovely eyes

Lay with you and watch the blue skies

Gently tease and touch your body

Making this into my daily hobby

Fill your life with laughter and fun

Making you into my number one

My heart is chanting your name

I know that you feel exactly the same

Let’s h...

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Are you alright?

Losing lines in my spiralled speckled sight

Out of hand, edging the paint

Were you ever in control?

Same route, different day

What is there more to say?

Maybe this day I'll tune in outside

And see what the world is trying to hide

It's a beautiful day, if you want it

Keep the cold wind somewhere in

Whether you like it or not

The sun is the...

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Convictions lukewarm 

In the age of free-for-all;

Or is it freefall?

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He changed her pad

then changed her bedding.

He was exhausted.

'Don't worry' he said. 'Can't be helped'

No response.

'Won't be long now'

She'd hardly said a word for years.

She had no idea who he was.

They'd spent a lifetime together.

He loved his wife.

That night he kept his promise and ended her life.

He'd finally reached the end of his tether.

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I’d love to say I still love it

And perhaps sometimes

I still do

Like when the sun meekly

Comes out

And stumbles out

Across the back of the old Victoria Station

- The effect is almost still magical

On the way, the sun even seems

To respect

This ancient monument

Which has stood

There since

The edge of time

(Well in my generation anyhow)

And has remained ...

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It’s clever how they’ve set this up:

A bowl of fruit,

A jar,

A china dog,

An iron bar (an iron bar?)

Behind – some crumpled remains,

The stench of rotting heaps

Of defenceless women and men.

Still, no one can see or smell this,

So that’s all right then.

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It's not that I don't like to admit

That I still think of you once in a while

The bittersweet memories cause shift

In winds that guarantee exile

I wish I could speak to you

Ask you how you have been

It's not as if you've moved away

And I may still see you again

The reason is my eviction notice

For you to vacate my mind

Even though I still think of you

Mostly all ...

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FOREWORD
I found this ‘poem’ in the belongings of an old student friend.
It refers to a Claire, and I wonder, is this the Liverpudlian woman
who cleaned our college rooms at Oxford?

As a language student, I was obsessed by her dialect known as Scouse.
She was pretty, but self conscious about her big nose, and, my pal,
a trainee plastic surgeon, promised he’d make it look petite, like a twi...

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You’ve been

Yelled at before,

Trivialized by

Someone whom

You really adored.

That crumbling

Part of your life

Had months ago

Moved ahead,

Leaving a lively

Part of you

Completely dead.

You are with me,

But not entirely;

You hold back,

I can only truly

Assure you that

You will never be

On the same

Bland track.

When the su...

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Singing the wrong notes

Nobody complains

Clapping the wrong beat

Nobody complains

Drinking far too much

Nobody complains

Cheering far too loud

Nobody complains

Late crazy dancing fans

Nobody complains

Rooftop crazy dancing players

Nobody complains

Happy extra time celebrations

Nobody complains

Crowded extra time partygoers

Nobody complains

Edgeley dr...

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soon I'll be changing my name

to King Skippery Boo

the ninety fourth in line to the throne

of fourty two

when I'm coronated there'll be

lemonade sandwhiches for all

my pet monkey Albert will set the tables

half way up my toilet wall

medals galore for my family and friends

but they'll have to pay for them out of their spends

in need of a Queen I'll search the globe

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Woke up in the middle of the night 

It felt like sitting on one of those chairs in the mountain campsite

But it’s just my bed, right?

Have been through this illusion a couple of times

Putting on those earpieces every night

Listening to The Neighbourhood’s rhymes

Sending those chills down my spine

As i go on with the flow every time

Man, isn’t that awesome, right?

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In the golden twilight's embrace, Dorothy sat in solitude, her mind adrift in a tapestry of memories. As the setting sun cast long shadows, she pondered the intricate paths that had led her to this moment.

Catastrophes had blazed through her life like raging infernos, leaving behind charred ruins. But as the embers cooled, Dorothy realized the hidden blessings within. The loss of loved one...

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In the depths of my mind, I sought to find

A treasure trove of thoughts, both mundane and grand

Veins and nerves, pathways defined

Leading me through a vast, uncharted land

Turning my heart upside down, I delved deep

Searching for emotions, vivid and bright

Feelings that within me, silently sleep

Awaiting to emerge into the light

Into my soul, I descended, a darin...

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She speaks softly with the whimsical breeze

Dancing with  the last rays

casting shadows across the sky

Through the needles of the pines

Collecting fragrant beauty as she brushes by

A message

That brings her light on her toes

And the whispers of yesterday 

Carries her softly unto tomorrow 

Love is in her heart 

With a warmth of the Spring Sun caressing on her skin

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how do you know
you’re a phoenix
when you’re born from ashes?

naked and fragile
fallen out of the sky
into a grey abyss

without the memory
of what you are
closer to death than life

what is left
when you’ve left
your past behind?

when your identity
has been plugged from you
like your feathers

nothing
nothing but silence
and darkness

only a spark
beyond the realm ...

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A source of frustration, my school sex education

My elderly teacher although terribly kind

was not well prepared for a teenagers’ mind

‘Andrew, this condom, roll it down this banana

I can hear giggles from someone. Is that you Pollyanna?’

Andrew struggled at first to get the sheath on

‘Miss!’, Jason shouted, ‘Andrew’s banana is two inches long!’

The default is hetero but wha...

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I think I like you,

I think I do,

I like your auburn hair,

Your deep brown eyes,

The way you look at me when you smile,

I think I like you,

I really do,

But I can’t get caught up in my naive thoughts of you,

I don’t know you really, 

No not at all,

I don’t know your favorite color,

Or your biggest fear,

What you think the world will come to when it ends,

I wa...

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I had a little talk with me-myself-and-I:

The Mirror-mirror exercise, and all such invocations.

Affirmatron, Egoïtron, and Dogmatron of course

the roboticks in psycholitic schizzle.

And then The Holy Trinitron, firmly cast aside

this schmizomatic megolith of self-inflicted curses

to somewhere-somewhere particles no longer associate

dissociation with disassociation. 

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These days George is a binge drinker,

wears his red cross tabard down the pub;

not much of a religious thinker,

worships footy with his Sunday grub.

Pawned his knightly armour long ago,

gave the lance to pay his bookie’s bill.

Golden Dragon, Saturday he’ll go

with his wayward mates and drink his fill.

Monday morning finds him back at work,

hiding from the gaffe...

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I kept flattening a bump on my newly aquired pumps,

It was annoying,the most uncomfortable of lumps.

I kept putting pressuure on the kink. hoping it would go away,

I decided to return the pair to the dealer ,£100 I did pay.

But one morning the sock on my right foot started to smell,

I pulled up the sole and underneath a dead mouse did dwell!!

My cat regularly brings in ...

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His dad was Greek 
His mum Palestinian 
Born in Turkey 
He grew up a Syrian
He’s a man of fighting age 

He’s handy with a sword
He’s on a small boat
Coming over here 
Red cross white coat
He’s a man of fighting age

They stuck him on a barge 
In Portland harbour
Lobbying hard 
For his departure
He’s a man of fighting age

A soldier 
In a foreign army
We’re not racist 
To say ...

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Well, who would have known and celebrated that this year 2024 represents the 460th birthday of the pseudonymous "William Shakespeare" who apparently was most likely born on St. George's Day, the 23rd of April, or was it? There is a tendency among Stratfordian academics, eager to establish themselves as viable researchers and literary authorities to embellish, embroider and stitch together elements...

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My aching is collecting dust,

Hidden away in the place I buried it.

I tell myself I do not miss it,

That I do not want it back.

But there's something in me

That reaches out toward it.

That breathes in and breathes out,

So the dust blows away.

I don't want my pain

But I feel it is a part of me.

I would not exist without it.

I would not be whole

without ...

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Nothing works 1 & 2

https://youtu.be/N_jGOKYHxaQ

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In her garden she wasn't alone
The wind was her compass and the dirt was her soul
Birds sang
Trees wept
All that surrounded her made her feel at home.


-Happy Earth Day! 🌱

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I saw it on the telly and I thought it looked like fun

Our Gert, though, wasn’t sure – she’s got the sex drive of a nun;

“Oh no! this really isn’t me” she said with coy reserve

But “Bugger that!” I thought “This is a treat that I deserve”.

I took her swinging

Our first time swinging

Which started with us innocently mingling;

But it wasn’t long before

She had got beyond the ...

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I remember you soley,

make me your only devotee

when your rememberance dies,

you may take me.

Before then I only hope to be your devotee.

Forgive me.

I only seek refuge in your resplendence.

Take me away from the corruption,

That I may worship you only.

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Black woman you’ve come undone

Carrying the weight of the world on your weary shoulders

The pied piper has come to collect your last remnants of sanity in exchange for sleepless nights 

Constant thoughts flood your mind’s eye

Strong, Independent, Sassy, Abrasive

Adjectives assigned against your will 

If only they knew you were

soft, needy, earnest, kind

In a hopeless state ...

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I've being doing it for years I know how to drive
According to you were in a death race trying to survive
Yes of course I saw the big blue road signs
And I've stayed safe between all the white lines

I'm not to close to that car in front
At this speed I'm sure it would be faster by punt
You grab the dash at slightest move
Can't even use the radio for some clever groove

I do know wh...

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That cherry blossom day,
thunder in the air,
unmiraculously, everywhere:
a stutter in the Gaia,
a low rumble, a terrible tremor,
an unholy roar begins to build and build
and sucks out the very air
total devastation
on that final day
when this very earth was undone
the land began to shiver and shake
uncontrollably, delirium tremens
e...

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Our house might not be the same now that I’ve slipped away , you might feel oh so empty and not sure how to fulfil your day . 

We shared so much memories , time and love .If you’re feeling lonely talk to me and I’ll be listening up above . 
Don’t be sad too long or grieve on the question why , I needed my time of peace but this isn’t us saying goodbye . 

You will hear me rustle through the ...

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The time approaches to mark England's English day,

And bring to mind memories that somehow find their way.

We are not a perfect people, equal to many, better than most,

How else to explain the alien host that heads for our island coast?

An American poet of other days knew this when she wrote

Words that robustly resonate, still surely worthy of note...

 "I have loved England, and ...

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She could not stop questioning why I loved her.

How could I choose her? She used her scars as weapons,

cutting the offering into ribbons of doubt and hesitation,

never able to accept my assurances with her cutlass drawn.

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A Special People

We fought a war against a nation

who thought they were the Master Race,

and we the untermensch, the sub human race.

Now the world has the chosen people

God's elect and highly favoured,

with land carved out for them.

We are now the gentiles

the Goyim or the pagans.

It would seem that the majority 

of us cannot win as members of he 

Human Race.

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The Mirror You Can’t Hold

Rejection, deflection

Projection, projection

A profuse push of blame

With profound misdirection

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who is the most insightess of them all?

You say it is me?

No —  it  just could not be!

I am the truth

So why can’t you see?!

Everyone has done me wrong

My feelings are because —  of what you —  put me thro...

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Partygoers reluctant to depart.

Last stragglers of the colony line

the turf below the lighthouse.

The engine’s cut; August

wind chills faces. Some still

clump in, puttering outboard

motors frantically clattering

over us and terns on the rocks.

Wintering on the ocean,

returning with sand eel cargos.

The chicks spend years at sea.

What makes us think of them

...

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Too heavy is the burden to save you, 

Too true are my reasons to try, 

In my failure I gave all the strength that I had but would stand up and look to the sky.

On our bare backs we carry our known worlds,

Helping others to prop up their own,

Collaboration will make the load lighter allowing us to make our worlds a home,

Was the time that we spent wor...

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Everyone’s  a  C*NT

I see the teenagers

Throwing things on the floor

A protest

Leads to the finger

Everyone’s a CU*T

The internet is down

They said they’d send someone round

Nobody came…

Everyone’s a *UNT

They’re blaring out music

On a crowded bus

Chatting to friends

Until ears start to bleed

Everyone’s a CUN*

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