BUSKING IN CAMBRIDGE

 

I confess my open heart

is lying with her legs apart.

 

If she said she’s in love with me,

I wouldn’t go taking it personally.

 

 

 

 

 

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One evening in winter we walked in the snow

It seemed so romantic, but wouldn't you know,

The next day I found her confined to her bed,

With rheumatic fever and cold in the head.

 

A fortnight she lay on the threshold of death

Her body ablaze in the battle for breath,

And though she recovered for me it was worse

For once she was well she ran off with her nurse.

 

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Drawing is

 

I have always drawn for as long as I can remember

Drawing is my first artistic passion,

as it not just because I enjoy image making

but as a calming meditative process

 

Like Da Vinci who drew the body to help him understand,

I too learn using pencils in my hand

 

To slow reveal

Surface tension, fleshy, layers seep underneath

and reveal themse...

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In the darkness
I can see our stars.
A rose, for one.

You, for another.
Imagine the crowded sky at night.
You are not alone.

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They choose sides between morning and night,

They like the morning for the light it brings,

But they hate the night that inevitably arrives,

Carrying darkness from its resting place.

 

They are people who secretly fear happiness.

Their laughter slowly comes to a stop,

Right after they begin to realize,

That sadness quietly comes.

 

Between morning and night,

They d...

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Another year has come and gone,
Another candle brightly shone,
You have grown so much, it is clear to see,
A shining star you will always be!

From morning laughs to bedtime hugs,
Through silly jokes and playful tugs,
You light up my day in every way,
And bring more joy than words can say!

Your heart is kind, your spirit strong,
With you, the days don’t feel too long,
You dream big an...

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Rough leaves hold a vibrant cup

Bold petals catch the sun's noon kiss

A burst of orange in the green

A scent of spice upon the air.

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A maniac in power, reckless, untamed, No president like him, no one the same. An outsider, a showman, with nothing to prove, Trump’s hundred days, a twisted groove. Erratic and errant, his temper a storm, A weather vane spinning, no steady form. One moment here, the next he’s away, Like mercury shifting, night into day. A dictator’s dream, with power to bend, He signs, h...

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The wandering peacock in all its vivaciousness colour 

Its primary life is in vivacity 

We rise to bathe in nila blues 

the sea a healing indigo and salt to cleanse all spirits 

here I am - with oil from the argan tree and rosemary in glass bottles for the hair, 

with all its vitality and power it goes on and on 

Rosewater and rosehip to kiss the face and blush as beautiful as th...

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REFERENCE IN RHYME

By the Urban Poet

To whom it may concern

From this I hope you will learn

More about this candidate

Who up to now is never late

He always gets things done

Provided his team have won

 

He’s as honest as the day is new

and also makes a decent brew

This man has integrity in his bones

Never been known to whinge or moan

Nothing is ever too much t...

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The way to lead a long life is to get a chronic disease and take care of it — Sir William Osler, MD (1849–1919)

 

Pale waves of mist twist, kiss & bless you
people as you patrol these walkways in the sky,
rain seeps through the holes
in my heart, so scared am I here alone.
Above, slippery streetlights shine,
Below, rats scurry into mind.
These are the concrete estates
of the heart...

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Oh woe is me, I can’t run any more, which amuses them at the club I ran for,
Blackpool AC, on the Lancashire coast.

It was renamed Seasiders Sizzlers, to appeal to that new breed,
the park runner – who get on my nerves, for, though you wouldn’t believe it now,
I really could run fast, so inwardly seethe when I hear them boast.

‘I’d be embarrassed to have been that slow,’ I gloat,
and was...

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I break up with you every night 

cheat with every image in mind 

 

I see you again; nothing’s happened 

freedom of this prison inspires 

 

door of the jail is open 

I come back; lock myself in 

 

just in time for breakfast 

and news about your kids 

 

you go somewhere else in mind 

I’ve never been there 

 

from what you describe I wouldn’t survive 

...

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I made your acquaintance last Autumn past 
You were just a seedling thing steadfast
Lost and alone with no real direction 
Needing a home and a little affection
What on earth was I to do with you
My mind was a blur and I was blue
Before winter ensued I planted you with hesitation 
Would the future ease my frustration
Time it seemed to stand resolutely still
As the seasons passed and took ...

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My soul will live on after I die,

Death is not the end hear me cry.

My soul will leave my body the moment I pass away,

And live on in another world,the beginning of a new day .

 

 

 

To proceed along this path of hope will be my ploy,

A state of supreme happiness,filled with joy .

Life is more than a bubble,death is not the end,

My soul free of pain and torment to hea...

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I think that the artist got it spot on.

This is man at his most basic:

Trapped in the eternal tunnel,

 

With no beginning, no end, no escape,

Vulnerable like never before.

The place is a shelter, of course,

 

But could easily be a slaughterhouse,

Fried in fat if the walls don’t hold.

Try to imagine the pitch dark.

 

Just how has humanity come to this?

Cowerin...

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If you find the world's against you,
And you feel all hope is lost,
And that there's no point in trying,
And know there's many lines you've crossed.

If your paths are all downhill,
And your passion has lost its spark,
And you find your tunnel is endless,
And your lights have become dark.

If you perceive that you've no future,
And your beliefs have been destroyed,
And your life's full...

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In Heaven, did you hear the Kopites roar?

Liverpool FC, are Champions once more!

We won it at a canter…it’s not even May.

So to Yew Tree Cemetery, I made my way.

A bunch of red flowers, I left at Dad’s stone.

With ease, we brought number 20 home.

‘Not an exciting Title race’ I’ve heard it said.

But that means nothing, to those in Red!

A glorious occasion under the Anfield s...

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Dear friends!

Read my poem in the comments.

Regards

Larisa

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they lie there-

 

brave, frail,

 

the same.

hands, cold,

 

pretend to hold.

no saviour.

 

only the knife.

 

the gasp.

(you think you feel?

 

you think you live?

 

steal.

 

join.

 

prize.)

priest waits,

 

blade bright,

 

arms wide.

rest now.

 

 

 

 

 

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Anticipation crowds and rushes into my throat

All hope of meeting the one

Somewhere between here and there

As I casually watch the lights flash and blaze

From the backs of terrace houses

Crowded one upon another

In the half- light before the darkness soaks up

All that was

Before the train finally stops and I enter into the

City of cabs cars and shuttered shops

Passi...

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I had Back Entry Beatrice in Barnsley

She said I had to pay her bus fare home

I gave the driver 30 pence in coppers

He kicked her off at Barnsley Metrodome.

 

I had the Granny Gobbler too in Grimethorpe

She's proud to offer pensioners relief

She told me that “I'll charge thee just a fiver

Or a tenner if tha wants me baart mi teeth”.

 

She's a Barnsley Honky Tonk Woman

...

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A mother's life

Good or bad

Creates a ripple

That forever impacts the sea.

 

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The North End

 

 

 

     My shoes do not fit this day,

 

just like yesterday and the day before,

 

   it is a shame as,

 

     football season has we young aspiring -

 

wanting to play Gemmel, or, Shilton.

 

 

 

     I need my shoes to last as,

 

the playground has broken glass

 

decorate the concrete in between

 

   the K9 exc...

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I woke up today:

Hip Hip Hooray!

 

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When the mind turns to worry,

shine light

to dissipate the darkness.

Worry creates tangles,

soft yellow light

tinged with blue

creates clear pathways

for growth and harmony.

Use your inner guidance

to beam the light

of faith and trust

on the object of your worry --

you will feel lighter,

the situation may well resolve

a bit better --

let go of worry,

...

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it’s hard to make a change

to take a different view of life,

change ways which are

second nature, expected and

have become your norm,

when others think you strange

perhaps in a crisis, even odd,

they like you as you are now

and are concerned for your

change of values, new direction

or the way you think,

so be patient, tread softly

the best changes go unnotic...

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She taught me how to be a criminal,

the kind you'd always like to see.

She taught me how to be a criminal,

and I took those skills, refined, with me. 

She taught me how to be a criminal,

and I saw how you don't get away. 

Yes, she taught me how to be that criminal. 

And life would never be the same (since that day). 

Yes I'm being real authentic, now. 

Yes I'm being hone...

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on the trapeze

we're birds trapped in the lashes of this perfect beast

weaving the gossamer filament

of infinite light in the great loop of time

 

we stab ourselves in the throat

to bleed the cherry waves of the Sun

compressing all our mortal dreams

into dying pulsars gushing streams of cosmic dust

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The water is Still and Sparkling

the AC is silent as dust,

tame media outlets remarking

which one of these suits can we trust?

 

The translators verbose and inventive

sit idly waiting on words,

a settlement holds no incentive

so enthused, they resolve to throw curbs.

 

Front lines are bloody and broken,

of talking, there's none to be heard...

you're dead or...

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There’s snooker on the TV here this week,

where everybody plays with coloured balls,

competing for this year’s World Championship,

with half a million quid for the first prize.

 

The players have been honing their technique

at home and in the private snooker halls,

and hoping that their form won’t take a dip

resulting in an early round demise.

 

They’ll want to take t...

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As soft ripples calmly reflect from the ageing, ever present sun, day time slowly fades, along with the hopes and fears of another day. As I watch the delicate balance of nature perform it's daily ritual, my mind begins to follow it's pattern of renewal. 

peace among the waving, green palms that greet the warm, orange sunset. Small, wooden boats delicately resting on the calm water. As I gaze, ...

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BIGOTS MADE LEGLESS

KNEECAPPED BY NOTHING BUT TRUTH

SPRINGTIME FOR FREEDOM

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You barely uttered “ I love you”  on your way out,

And I hardly call that a kiss, we only skimmed each other’s lips,

Whenever I upset you, does a piece of me in you break off until there’s nothing left? 

Did your words "I'll always be yours" lose its meaning over a spat? 
 

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I believed you to be a rose in a field of weeds, only to find that wasn't what you were that's what I wanted you be.

-By.Me.

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How special you are

To have laughter that infects

Bottomless: it goes on and on

How magic you are

To make every day an art

To make life come undone

To make the mundane fun

To perk up everyone

And spread a mood

Like waves until the whole scene

Becomes your sea

How special you are

To capture the heart

Of a wild beast that

Saw life as being free

To make th...

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When blood blends with grit

that's an end to it. 

Hope dies in the sand

 

while the fingers of dead hands

reach out to the blast of bombs

while another world looks on

 

weighing up expediency

decisions far greater yet no nobler

than mere life or death. 

 

These are easily measured by the mile

under the eyes and ears of drones - 

in the meantime

 

whi...

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If all the world's a stage, my dear

Contrived words in scripted scenes

Voice and thought directed, my dear

Exit stage left, and follow your dreams

 

The lady doth protest, my dear

Maybe an unworthy cause

There before you, your future, my dear

Dominate life, act without a pause

 

If music be your food, my dear

Allow lovers' tunes to play

Object to pizzicato, my d...

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What is it all about running around hoping things will all work out 

Is it too early to leave a note 

You see am tried the furniture scared me the present very much the same 

And for the past well its to early for that 

Does heaven hold a place for me or is this the last stop for a boy cried the blues 

Time will tell 

But when the time comes 

Tell her not to spare a tear for m...

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The Waterway

I am in the water

Just one drop

Yet a vital piece

of the world’s oceans

And when it’s my time

To return 

I will move with the wave

Back into the blue

To become the rain

The snow

The place

where ancient whales roam

And microscopic life feeds

All the creatures great and small

I will move back through the people

I love as cold relief on a h...

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You don't have to understand,

that's what they said.

Just believe, have faith,

don't doubt the things

that God has planned. 

                                        that's what they said.

 

You are blessed,

faith is a gift

given to a a chosen few,

it's up to you

to make the best of it.

                                        That's what they said.

 

Humil...

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#WorldCurlewDay2025

 

I am not your enemy dear messenger,

but still your intent feels murderous.

 

And though your reckless,

adrenaline fuelled passes and dopplered cries

have sent these old instincts into full flight mode,

my head disappearing into my shoulders,

my sixty-year-old body separated from my bicycle

to lie expediently on this damp grassy bank,

I...

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Sixteen years pass so quick

It seems like only yesterday

I said hello then goodbye

To my loving stillborn Grandson.

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Dispensed

I am set out

Coalesced of moving parts

Both torrent and trickle will serve

 

Contained

I am caught up

Cicadian chirrups are deafening

From inside and without, the promise is unbearable

 

Consumed

I am taken within

Decent manoeuvres belying ambrosia

Resolved by the passing, I have enjoyed myself.

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There's a timid bloom

Bursting now through the concrete--

--A tiny triumph...

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They nailed him to a fxxxing  cross

To fxxxing die in pain and blood

Starved and thirsty dirt and piss

So we can live a life of bliss

For the peace of man 

To stop the wars 

The message is 

Love they neighbour 

Respect for life 

To stop all strife 

2000 years down line 

We still commit the fxxxing crime 

Incapable of love 

The devil wins 

He Laps up greedi...

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Poem 174 of 230:  TYNE-VALLEY CIRCLES - AUTUMN 2001

 

The ringed homing of pigeon;

    The telescopic gasworks,

Which alter the horizon;

    There’s what could be, for some, perks -

Chopper-journeys as sight-sources,

    And advanced driving courses;

Plus, on our flats’ thermals,

    The circling flights of seagulls.

 

(C) David Franks 2003 - https://walkaboutsvers...

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"What do you consider to be, for you personally a very important word?"

The psychoanalyst looked at her client, she repeated the question thinking taht 

perhaps he had not heard

But the young man in the wheelchair looked straight at her without blinking

He held her gaze for a second, then "an" and again mpre emphatically "AN"

"Anne?" She echoed with a somewhat bemused smile

She w...

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To whom does he belong, this strangler fig? 

I have not invited him, no not i.

Well I am appalled at his tendrils and vice grip,

And that gleam he has in his eye.

To whom does he belong, this strangler fig?

You would not welcome him, no not you.

Well you not once ever knew of his arrival,

If so, you would have seen right through.

 

What good is this strangler fig?

He’...

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