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Ward 34

by Ged Thompson

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Ward 34
 
See old Tommy in bed five, limps because his hip’s sore
Its not old age….. Its shrapnel, from fights in the second world war
 
He’s not as agile as back then and he’s got some hearing loss
But once protected our freedom…….. Won the Victoria Cross.
 
Now resigned to his bed, to be fed cared and watered
But once stormed Normandy beaches, watched...

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Sunday 23rd December 2012 1:48 am

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Foundations

by Paul Sands

the blocks of childhood

solid, set square in red brick,

yet from the start porous, lined

by a cancerous quick

so soon perished

barely noticed we chalk one up

then tally them daily

our stars of awe and wonder

in diligent swathes

until the toehold twists

and the road falls away

when the choked black

fear stacked Sunday Psalms

choose today

(a...

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Sunday 26th August 2012 11:00 am

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All The Time In The World

by Paul Sands

hewn in antiquity of fire and ice

rough fell born in flash and fury hurled

from the high ground fountainhead

 

set in motion artlessly impelled

downwards tumbling by such attraction

that demands all obey its draw

 

but my life’s course stretches far beyond

your mortal grasp and moves at a pace

measured in millennia as you count days

 

I may rest b...

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Thursday 23rd August 2012 10:57 pm

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The Kissing Game

by Dave Dunn

 

The bus stop was deserted when we dived in from the rain,
we shivered as we stood there, but had no breath left to complain,
for lips met lips in search of warmth and would not yield their gain,
those lips were very much possessed of passions we could never tame.
 
And as we blended body heat, the wind and rain were heard,
we heard it drumming on the roof, but both...

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Tuesday 14th February 2012 7:01 pm

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