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Immortality Methodology

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Immortality Methodology

 

Always remember -

endings are new beginnings.

Here’s to the future,

where an ending waits for me

while my words live forever.

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Phantoms

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Phantoms

 

We Humans are immortal if we choose to be

Drifting on the ether or the digitised streams

Of social media networks and video channels

Whilst our bodies turn to dust beneath the soil.

 

Our likeness Our actions   Our spirit        Our thoughts

Our friends    Our interactions       Our choices  Our life

 

Free spirits inhabiting the space we call Home

Adrif...

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Nunquam Iterum!

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Nunquam Iterum!

 

Dear Wilfred

Thank you for your honesty

Without your vivid colours

These experiences would be shadows

Colourless and somehow unreal

But now we see sickly colours of the gas

We feel the helpless panic of the scurry

We touch the comrade writhing in the deadly sea

 

Your stressed heartbeat

The hopelessness of loss

Despair at the trudge

The d...

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Sonnet 91 In The Age Of The Slow Departure

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Sonnet 91 In The Age Of The Slow Departure

 

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,

Some like to brag of money that they make

Some just want the power to force their will

Some never choose to give but only take.

And every politician takes a vow

To do the people’s true will without fail

Yet what are all these promises worth now

The desperate cry is screamed to no...

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Jimmy Is A Ghost

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Jimmy Is A Ghost

 

Jimmy is a ghost

Of the man he used to be

He sits in the rain

Drinking second hand tea

And he hopes that his kids

Will never have to see

His hands outstretched

In an ignored plea

Yeah Jimmy is a ghost

 

Jimmy is a ghost

Off of Oxford Street

He has nothing left to barter

He has nothing left to eat

Just threadbare dreams

And train...

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Doors

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And all the doors looked all the same again

He stopped at number one to sneak a look

Here he heard the clearing of ash and soot

 

And all the doors looked all the same, again

He stopped, at number four he stood once more

To inhale the smell of Vim on tiled floor

 

And, all the doors looked all the same, again

He stopped at number nine, to check the time

The cuckoo clo...

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Why Do They Call You Summer?

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Why Do They Call You Summer?

 

Why do they call you summer

When your name is April?

Your fragrant scent of early roses

Permeates the room

And sunlight cuts across

The blue Axminster carpet

Bleaching the swirling dust

And warms tables to the touch.

 

I long for your cool hands

Across my fevered brow

But all you give me

Is clammy, blanketing heat.

 

I ...

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A Rose By Any Other Name

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A Rose By Any Other Name

 

If I were a doctor

Treating your wounds

And infections

Your bile and liver

You would welcome me

 

If I were a restaurateur

Feeding you for free

Flavouring your drinks

Would you not welcome me?

 

I am clockmaker

Yellow gold

Like summer sun

 

I drift

On the breeze

And still

You do not welcome me

 

I am the l...

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Nature's Banquet

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Nature’s Banquet

 

I am the humble Wildebeest -

Mother Natures moving feast.

My mother warned “Don’t wander off

or you’ll end up a Lion’s scoff”.

Some folk call me a Gnu,

I’ve heard it all, there’s nothing new

In puns that you may decide to frame

around this inauspicious name.

 

I guess I’ll never have a life

of family bliss with kids and wife,

cause every da...

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Girl With Tear

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Girl With Tear

 

She was having one of those bad hair days

The crystal blue eyed girl

The perfect lashes

The cultured brow

Outside the sky was the colour of slate

But the diagonal screen kept the night away

All she wanted was some square jawed Joe

To trample into her simple temple

All she ever got was schmucks

Them’s the breaks Daddy-o

Her face like some sunburn...

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Monday Morning - 9AM

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Monday Morning – 9AM

 

He calls the meeting to order

The alligator with the human skin briefcase

Teeth like buzz-saw blades

She raises the first objection

The girl with butterfly wings

Muddy puddles for eyes

The maggot takes the minutes

Slowly chewing the page

Drizzling ink-blood on paper

Smudging ideas

 

A firefly drifts aimlessly

From subject to subject

...

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The Ties That Bind

 

Fur coat, no knickers.

No better than she ought to be.

Common as muck.

Too clever for her own good.

 

Slung out lines to stunt and mould,

ensure she doesn't reach her goals.

Keep her tight inside a box,

locked away from greatness.

 

Slappers, tarts, MILFs and cougars,

girl next door with Page 3 hooters,

sluts and slags and dirty bitches,

fried egg tits a...

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Napowrimo 2019

Chelp

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Chelp

 

So

Like

He did everything backards-road round

Put on his coit

And pulled his hat on his eead

Washed his face wi’a wet dish-claht

 

And I’m like Whatever

 

Kids were art laiking

Mucking abart

Ran off darn a ginnel

 

Roobub pie

Waiting back at home

 

Some spice afore then

A ha’porth’a Spanish

Wash it darn

Wi’a sup er watter

 

...

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AmericaZ

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AmericaZ

 

America -

big

corporate

demigod.

 

Enlisting

fear,

generating

homophobia,

infringing

justice,

killing

liberties.

 

Manipulating

nationalistic

opinion.

 

Perniciously

quenching

radical,

subjective,

thoughts.

 

Ugly,

venomous

Whitehouse -

xenophobia

your

zeitgeist,

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Elegy For A Ghost

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Elegy For A Ghost

 

Some say ghosts are chilling things

Ethereal and fleeting

But they’re not

 

They are the empty chair

The pint not bought in a round

The hiss at the end of a telephone line

The deleting of a mobile number

 

They are the sad spaces

That once held you

On the terraces

At the bar

In the conversation

 

Ghosts are sad things

They h...

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Immaterial

 

Because our blue-lit journey took us into A and E,

then obs on a proper ward,

I didn’t clear drawers containing sailor whites or flags.

It wasn’t me that sorted photographs,

twenty sets of dentures, broken glasses,

or all the empty bottles that he’d stashed beneath the bed.

Because I’d pleasepleasepleased to the hospital with you,

all I got to see were empty rooms.

 

...

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Napowrimo 2019

Down At The End Of Lonely Street

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Down At The End Of Lonely Street

 

Sat in the Tupelo hardware store

Waiting for a buyer to arrive

A price tag hanging from my neck

Six dollars ninety five

When a woman and a scrawny kid

Come through the big glass door

Her name is Gladys the proprietor says

And they both look run down poor

 

It’s January nineteen forty six

Close to his birthday I’m told

He com...

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From The Attic

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From The Attic

 

A wooden chest, labelled ‘Uncle Jack’

Slowly I start to unpack:

 

Inside there sits some dusty books

Carefully placed so if someone looks

They will not see what’s underneath

A collection of human teeth

A fine, silken, black top hat

A jar half full of congealed fat

Some boiled sweets in a paper cone

Something that looks like a finger bone

Some...

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Martyr

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Martyr

 

T’was the twenty fourth of February,

eighteen thirty four,

when the Tolpuddle sheriff

came a’knocking at my door.

Served with a warrant

I was swiftly hastened away

for taking an illegal oath

to challenge my meagre pay.

 

You see we were only paid six shillings a week

for working the squires land,

so we set up a trade union

and in our little band

...

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Raising The Standards (With Banners Held High)

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Raising The Standards (With Banners Held High)

 

You said that you wanted a land fit for heroes,

a place to call home that they’d show off with pride

but somewhere along the way you forgot

the reasons they fought and the reasons they died.

 

They thought they were fighting for honour and justice,

suppressing the tyrants and saving our land -

but returned to a country tha...

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Vesuvius

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Vesuvius

 

Moulded from my own fair hands

At the age of not very old

I still remember the cold, clammy clay

And the satisfying way

It was slice from the workboard

By a length of taut wire

 

Painted blue and green and red

And glazed with over ardour

So that the glistening sheen

hardened into rivulets

That have the appearance

Of old sneeze

 

Baked in m...

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Origins

I have no roots –

only memories.

 

Present becomes past before my eyes

Life is lived, recorded there, somehow,

More or less imperfectly inscribed

Within my head, thus stored behind my brow.

These things exist for me, just in my mind,

For if I try to seek them out again

There’s only ever something new to find:

Nothing in the stillness can remain.

 

I have no root...

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Grit

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Grit

 

I cannot say for certain where I’m ‘from’

beyond the day I crawled into this world

and that’s the way I like it, truth be told,

to shape my own existence from the start.

 

That blond boy there with freckles and basin cut,

a shy one, wearing simple NHS specs,

in clothes bought big so he could grow

to fill them on a diet of Yorkshire pud.

 

An artist’s bent...

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heatwave

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heatwave

 

it were cracking’t pavements

the sky were chelsea blue

you were sucking cider

from an ice lolly

cos they said it made yer drunk

and we pretended it did

 

when yer scored a goal

on’t hay coloured pitch

yer mates were hot ‘n sweaty

and their celebrations

trickled down yer back

and salted yer lips

 

there were standpipes

at end’er sherwood...

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A List Of Things We Buried In The Garden

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A List Of Things We Buried In The Garden

 

- A photograph of better times.

 

- An empty bottle of scotch.

 

- A well thumbed copy of ‘True Crimes’.

 

- A useless, broken watch.

 

- Seven bottles of little white pills.

 

- A pair of latex gloves.

 

- A folder with a thousand bills.

 

- A bunch of dead foxgloves.

 

- The broken vase they occupied...

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Blue On Blue Contact

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Blue On Blue Contact

 

This blue on blue contact

is really rather fun.

Amber shoots at Boris

with her metaphoric gun,

Michael snipes at Dominic,

Andrea shoots from the hip

And Jacob assaults everyone

with his stiff upper lip.

 

This blue on blue contact

puts them under friendly fire -

the egotist, the pessimist

the naysayer and liar.

They all have an op...

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Simple Pleasures

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Simple Pleasures

 

A quiet corner of the room,

curtains drawn to the night,

the gentle glow from simple lamp

that casts a magic light,

a book opened, page twenty three,

with hundreds yet to read,

the urgent ticking of the clock

muffled, paid no heed.

 

A glass of something warming

and shortbread on a plate,

the crackle of a fire

that dances in the grate,

...

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Manhattan Morning

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Manhattan Morning

 

the cat was sick

I cared for it

which made me late

to catch the bus

which got caught up

in traffic jams

so I got off

to walk the last few blocks

which made me sweat

under the blue sky

my brow was wet

with perspiration

out of breath

I stepped inside

a coffee shop

and bought a cup

of Espresso

and spilt the lot

because I ...

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The Parable Of The Wolf And The Lamb

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The Parable Of The Wolf And The Lamb.

 

We are the men of peace, they say,

we hide in plain sight of you all

taking their innocence away.

 

We simply ask that you will pray

for those who sin and those who fall.

We are the men of peace, they say.

 

We ask for penance every day,

we prey upon the week and small,

taking their innocence away.

 

We look after th...

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Fatigue

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This morning’s glorious golden hour

On this day, leaves me cold.

The sweet dawn chorus lingers on

No joys to me unfold.

 

No light or beauty penetrates

The fog within my head.

Become so numb, I can but wait

In longing, for my bed.

 

For National Poetry Month 3rd April 2019 – prompt from IG @tristameer “use the word ‘golden’ in a poem”.

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hide and seek

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hide and seek

 

one thousand and one

one thousand and

 

my head pressed against the bark

on the tree by the pond side

where the ducks quack back

at the boy with the ball

whose dreams are

not yet fully formed

 

two one thousand and three

one thou

 

sat by the brown muddy water

with schoolbooks spilling from bags

a kiss on the cheek

and we carve ...

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Time To Decide Patsy

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Time To Decide Patsy

 

I’m sat amongst the boxes

In my nest not in a tree

The November sun is dazzling

It’s nineteen sixty three

In the land of the brave

In the land of the free

I’m learning how to kill

In the book depository

I look down the barrel

To see what I can see

A woman dressed  in pink

Her hand is on his knee

I squint at his head

It’s just him ...

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D'you Know What I Mean?

NaPoWriMo Day 2 Prompt: Ends with a question

 

D’you know what I mean?

 

Its not like I haven’t not tried

Had I not made it quite unclear

He denied they’d never not lied

Not so deaf as will never not hear

 

I didn’t not say what it wasn’t before

It wasn’t untrue on the whole

Can’t prove its not wrong or right less or more

Blue sky free fall thinkin’s my role

...

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Napowrimo 2019

How to be a terrible parent

Stay up until all hours with work stuff,

Then wonder why the kids act at their worst,

Insist they play alone when you feel rough,

Then wonder which will throw a tantrum first.

 

You promise something then you make them wait,

Then wonder why they give you endless grief,

Sling insults when the school run’s running late,

Then wonder why they’re lacking self-belief.

 

Rec...

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Recipe For Disaster

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Recipe For Disaster

 

Make sure you’ve got a big bowl.

OK, we’re ready to commence.

Take a pinch of honesty,

add an ounce of common sense,

stir in bloody mindedness,

gently fold in care,

season it with integrity

(if you’ve got any spare),

sprinkle it with passion,

avoid the nuts and flakes,

put it in a hot oven

and see how long it takes

for it to become bu...

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