You’re writing in your notebook again

I lean over your shoulder, take a peek at what you’re scribbling

You’re painting a picture of salty tears running down her face

As you watch the waves settle back into place

A shiver runs down my leg,

Surprised at how you’ve captured the scene

The teacher begins her lecture, but we’re both miles from here

I imagine you writing in your...

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love for life
on seas of strife
lighthouse of the soul

walk today
minding the light
as our daily goal

the light shines
through grateful minds
entering made whole

its presence
from us to see
lighthouse of the soul

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I bought a piece of land, for my family and me,
to build a perfect home on a plot beside the sea.
I employed a local Surveyor to help draw up the plans,
to build my family dream house on the beach near ‘Ainsdale Sands’

He came and took some measurements and samples from the plot,
and I asked if he could include the moorings for a yacht.
The Surveyor did recommend a custom built lighthouse.
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Crisp air cuts through my skin, like paper to skin

the warmth of the sun

heats the metal of the railing below my hand,

holding steady to the rough current below.

Ropes of green curl below the surface,

peeking through the waves,

currents whip past the haul,

my soul opens to the depths as I look out.

Past the cobbled staircase surrounding the light house,

and dri...

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Passions of the Soul

Like a lighthouse set on rocky shores

we gaze at the world within our sight

with scant regard for any cause;

indifferent as the mosquito's flight,

and chatter gaily over tea or beer

on friendship, crime, or the next career.

But I am ego: I stand alone,

a moral agent in time and tide.

With resolution I keep my own

counsel; hermit-like, my thou...

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the flimsy frame rattles
as a doom laden bellow
pierces the smoky milk
shrieking  away unwary
sailors straying close
to Yorkshires crumbling coast
like some creature
lost in torment

we cower
beneath dull yellow light
from sweet smelling
gas lamps
their cog wheels
turned up high
and wicks ablaze
to ward off the dark

a jigsaw unattended
its pieces spilling
c...

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