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Intervals Of Rain
Its great when the sun shines no clouds to be seen
And luck is on your side and there's no sign of pain
But life is a roller-coaster its all ups and downs
Sometimes you must shelter from intervals of rain
Intervals of rain intervals of rain
No sky stays forever dry
Intervals of rain intervals of rain
Bring tears to clear your eye
Remember the people suffering out ...
Monday 20th July 2020 11:32 am
Quiet
How I wish the world was more quiet
I really hate all this hurly-burly
Too many folk are chattering
Some of them getting quite surly
Next door's lawn mower's buzzing
Birds twitter like a string quartet
My dog is howling at the postman
Soon I'll strangle that damned pet
Someone's hoovering fit to bust overhead
Pop music is screeching somewhere
Today even type...
Thursday 23rd April 2020 1:25 pm
Rave On...
An unhealthy obsession
The sombre procession
As loved ones carry your coffin
I think of it often
And never forgotten
Your lies and later confession
I long for the day I can finally say
Here’s a glow stick and whistle
To your grieving widow
And hold a rave on your grave
I’m gonna hold a rave on your grave
Thursday 16th August 2018 11:21 am
At the Grave
As the rains came we followed
As the rains fell we listened
And walked towards the minister,
Passing by the dark grave wherein she lies,
To drop another daffodil, a final kiss from life,
On the pale box below.
And on, to cluster round beneath the trees
Circling the family, rooted by some strange harmony
Of communion: a drifting mass lost in loss.
On the hillside, as the ...
Monday 2nd April 2018 3:04 pm
Chapter 18: Roses On Your Grave
I'm standing on the string you left me
Not holding on and not letting go
I don't have a strong grip with my beaten hands
So you spin me around until I lose my balance.
I'm so mesmerized by the way you make me feel
Like a diamond that caught my eye
Wrapped up in this web of yours
The more I pull, the tighter it gets.
Why couldn't you cut the rope and just let me fall?
Inst...
Thursday 19th February 2015 3:41 am
The Silent Quill
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a grated gate by midnight's light
once fell upon a sorry sight
as rain washed out the scarlet stain
the skies bowed down to hear the pain
a voice without a body heard
the sordid tale its waist did gird
one witness found, torn leaf by leaf
Creation's glory sank to grief
a tale no word was writ nor said
into the ground the silence bled
a soaked and orphaned quill remains
...
Thursday 6th January 2011 12:48 pm
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