The heavens unload their liquid cargo's 

as the suns desertion begins

and the wind cries of whatever wildness it wants to be

I am standing in the kind of light

that I have no love for while trying

to keep its effects within civilised limits

in this natural kingdom of indecisive aftermaths

from which the feeling of uncertainty takes its camouflage

I rely on inner c...

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Georgia, when submitting digital driver's license pictures

Please wear clothes when due

The word mirror should be the only time

We use phrase, rear view

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the singer on the train track record
is number one in my book
                                          while i am zero

i am the sheep
with a bruised blossom
bus ticket
busking knee deep
on highway sixty-one.

i am the pensioner
wearing musky deodorant spray
playing crossword puzzles
on blue foldout pages
of recycle bin salvaged papers.

i am the waterlily
cut with culinary s...

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as I wonder

what became of you

I ask the question

of myself

time’s knife carving out

a stingy portion of my heart

leaving me with

a bit of meat and fat

years wiped off the blade

polished surface

I still recognize my reflection

still insouciant

it sounds better

in French

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The Heege Manuscript which ‘pokes fun at everyone, high and low’ is among the earliest evidence of the life and work of a real minstrel

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2023/may/31/mad-and-offensive-texts-shed-light-on-the-role-played-by-minstrels-in-medieval-society

Fellow WOLers, you must never be boring,

For the high and the mighty need lowering,

Now you stand on the shoulders

...

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Beds forgone,
In bed's reframe,
In God's veins.

In blessing arms,
The child falters,
Yet surreal besides God's alters.

Forlorn,
And for me,
And for desecrated decree.

I hold onto hands of small children,
I am the hand of small children,
Not the inside out flesh toddler dead agony to me.

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My friend was taken to court by her neigbhour next door,

The neigbhour complained her dog's constant barking he did abhor.

My friend's dog's  constant barking she adamently did deny,

The judge asked the neighbour a question,he did not reply.

The neigbhour stood up,"Is it me your speaking to,I can't hear a thing ?"

The case was dismissed.Why to this court this case you did bring...

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My early life relied so much on trains,

to catch just one to write about’s a problem!

Too many have been subject to delays 

or cancelled altogether, to applaud them:

the “bogs” I took to school were crammed and smelly;

my backpacker travels, the aura no more fresh;

a record seven hour wait once, in New Delhi;

I almost got killed on the Tangier-Marrakesh…

But overa...

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Blue as forget-me-not blue
Blue as an Alaskan blueberry
Blue as an English May morn
April egg shell blue.

Endurance is a flower
A bulb in winter’s depth
A rare-repeated wonder:
A sin we must forget.

In this-world-of-my-creation
In this world-of-make-believe:
Cancer, the death of children,
Are fallen autumn leaves.

I see this road before me
A road I walk in vain
A road throu...

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My current mood. 🙄

Circumspect.

Somewhere in my mind
There is a place where life is kind
It is my favourite place to be
For I think it’s where I feel most free
 
In my minds eye, birds fly
High
The sky is blue
And the people few
 
Flowers bloom
In the mountain dew
Lakes and waterfalls
Erase any thoughts of gloom
 
Daisies tickle at my toes
Scent of mimosa
Assaults my nose
A...

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The hardest part is turning life’s pages

Gazing at an empty canvas of uncertainty

Failing to form words of solace and structure

We always know where to end

But how do we know where to begin

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(Image is l-r me aged 6, Dad, a local window cleaner in Dubrovnik in former Yugoslavia, 1985)

Glass you see is in my family tree

Though in the print by trade,  how the bills got paid, my Dad went window cleaning

That’s how I remember him with bucket and scrim

Dad kept those windows gleaming

Throughout the land with bucket in hand, my Dad was fit as a fiddle

Up high he would ...

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Wrapped securely within your liveried green

Refined golden-arched nameplate highlights your pedigree,

London North Eastern returning home

Non-stop, Kings Cross to Diesel City

Clackety Click, Clackety Click, Clackety Click

Passing by Highbury, the Arsenal

through the long Potters Bar tunnel

Where pressure causes your ears to pop

Travelling quicker northward, abandoning the ‘...

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Clouds gathering up in the sky, 

Collected water rumbling up high

Begins to drop slow and sturdy-straight. 

Legs on the peddles, riding through the puddles, 

He ought to get back home before the hurdles.

His siblings scribbling in his notes and art book, 

Mother waiting for the meat curry to cook. 

The horrendous winds and torrential rains 

Blocking his rear view and t...

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I'll strafe you with love till you're holy whole

Drinking shots for the guns you're not

These arms will be so disarming...

The sirens won't be alarming

Nothing will be harming

Unweaponized

Peace-on-Earth 

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At the inaugural meeting

Of my mother’s Care Home

One-Day Escape Committee,

Just two stragglers gathered,

At a sun-drenched table

Outside the Old Lodge,

With a coffee and a chocolate cake,

Pure brown nectar and some sugary stodge!

We’d escaped the Community Lounge malaise!

Item One:  Inordinate praise.

“Mum, you’re amazing!  I’m so proud of you!”

This wasn’t e...

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As kids, enjoying usual larks,

We fell on floors and grazed our knees,

And came a cropper climbing trees.

Slingshots and conkers tied to strings

Were weapons made from our own hands;

We fought in playgrounds and on swings.

Now we are adult and fight wars,

But our manoeuvres stay the same.

There are high stakes in our new game,

It’s true, and more expensive toys,

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The worst kind of thief is this.
Crept up and stole our last kiss.
Footsteps it took, silent and sly.
Stole from me our last goodbye.

Alarm bells, they did not ring.
If they did, I didn't hear a thing.
It ran off, with most of my mind.
The cruellest thief you'll ever find.

Broke into my heart, stole the lot.
Flashes of the past, is all I've got.
In those flashes, I see many a fa...

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1.

The color blue,

a hue,

to feel the sky.

The color green,

to see,

the beauty all around.

The color red,

looking ahead,

things are getting better.

The color black, 

I got your back,

no worries at all.

The color white,

there is light

at the end of the tunnel.

The color yellow,

keeping it mellow,

letting it all go.

A kaleidoscope,

ever cha...

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i'll make my problem everyone's problem 

return the tally hos and swap them out for ventis

just to reap the extra 40c from the cashier

she doesn't hide her annoyance and i don't back down 

i don't feel bad 

the man outside asks for some money and i give him what's in my pockets and smoke with him 

what goes around comes around

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Going back in time 

An adventure made 

Holding the broken pieces 

Putting them back together 

Only to realise 

Time is reversible 

An endeavor of holy mind 

Pick up all the lost pieces 

Getting the clues right 

It's possible to go backwards 

And put back brokenness 

To make it wholesome 

There were times in the past 

Where our younger self wasn't pr...

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THE IDEA

The idea I heard loud and clear

coming through the quasi-sentient air.

The idea was not my idea.

Still, I liked the idea.

It was all about Freedom and Fairness.

It was to explore my own

capacity for genius and genesis

more than someone else’s for once.

It was about dismantling power,

agglomeration, monopoly.

If I ...

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There was a pretty, little flower girl

Many moons ago

She always found the brightest blooms

And sold them down The Row

The Row was full of scurrilous knaves 

Who thought her smile so priceless 

One day they took that smile away 

And left her cold & lifeless 

No man nor beast was ever caught

And flowers bloomed no-more

The Row fell grey with dank decay 

An...

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Carpe diem - seize the day!

For when today has slipped away

And time has taken its wilful pleasure,

Today will be tomorrow's treasure.

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There are no Frontiers

For the poet, the writer, artist and composer,

there are no frontiers, no limits of expression or will.

As the natural world in its beauty is a gift,

so the artist, writer and composer are free.

Their gift is inspiration which dwells in their soul,

an inner vision or voice which yearns for release.

The brush stroke, the pen and the musician,

are ...

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See him, this Robinson Crusoesque character

less his Man Friday

Jetsam scavenging

collecting piece after washed up piece

of this, that's, whatever's 

and sending up flurry after flurry

of curious raucously screeching gulls in his wake

during his stop, pick up and moving on process

each piece then being loaded onto

his awkwardly balanced, odd wheeled contra...

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I used to utter your name delicately 

like it was poetry.

Just as how perfume lingers on a person,

The sweet smell of cherry blossoms 

accompanied your name 

whenever it walked out my mouth.

But now all it leaves,

Is a taste so foul.

Your love was like alcohol to me,

It left me feeling euphoric at first,

But after the effect had worn out,

All I was left with w...

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A curl of orange peel
falls like a helpless marionette
with each pip deposit the plate rings 
your window frames the young sun 
sweeping a heaving ocean of prose
also through glass arcs of breaking waves 
appear as poetry beyond collection
their shoosh heard all throught the night
never one concerned to get somewhere
you balance some time later
upon volcanic dust by those hooked wav...

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I dreamt of a meadow under a night sky.

A blanket of red flowers was dancing South.

Through roses, poppies, and cardinal flowers I savoured passion and exuberance, I savoured warmth and energy, I savoured respect and generosity. I named that meadow: “daring and couriosity.”

A blanket of bright yellow flowers was dancing North.

Through daisies, dandelions, daffodils and sunflowers, I sa...

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They've served me well, and comfortably.
These small, everyday biases and prejudices.
Still, I want to find a way to break away from them.
Away from these little sways
before they become immense.

It's not going to be easy.
They always exact a price,
on myself and others.
I hope I haven't waited too long
and that it's not too late.

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Life, a magnificent ride,
Buckle yourself,
And never ask, "Why?",
Paths you'll stumble upon,
The dreams that'll crumble,
Those dark days,
Compelling you astray,
Yet, deep in your heart,
Raging emotions ignite a spark,
Heartbreak, sadness, fear, pain,
Hesitancy to try again?
Wipe those tears, 
Clear your mind,
Calm your heart,
Ready to fight?
Gather in some air,
And then let out,
C...

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theres periods 

of mourning, 

every morning. 

when the seasons change, 

when they days get longer, or shorter. 

i feel a deep dread, a doomed life ahead of me.

no matter how much i begged the maker for the days to change length, 

when they do I can see so far ahead, 

that the ends in sight.

and that end is kind, but cruel. 

so far ahead that the seasons no longer, 

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Oh God, 

If there was a rain like such,

the heart gets purified,

from the charcoal of betrayel,ego, pessimism, hurt,

from the deeds of others or self,

burdening it with the clutter.

washing away the worldly sins and pain,

making it pure and innocent like a baby's soul.

Why life is full of suffering when it can be a fair of joy?

God, smiled and replied

The kindness and...

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Wedding anniversary sixty years on

Let's do what we did

On our very first date

Johnny was up for it

Bright red beetroot face Sharon

Said we can't do that

Ravenous pair of randy rabbits

Dimly lit back of pub

You had your wicked way

O.K let's give it a go

Brenda ear wigging barmaid smiled

Regulars got together, special lock-in

Security cameras set maximum zoom

...

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I had a dream bay it had me and you, two small kids a house on the beach with piece of mind claim sea and blue sky 

In this dream their was no homeless or illness no addiction so the two of us will be free no suffering either 

A dream were love is a cure for all and problems are few and few between 

But as nice as this dream was it was just a dream so till I make it all come through me an...

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(A very overdue piece. )

No inspiration or affection or thought of any kind brushed my path.
I hated it so
I watched the sky melt into a thousand shades of grey, dismal prayers planted in the clouds.
From beneath saturated dreams I wander, dying to leave this world behind.
Is it just the cold or am I only one caught in a sleep state?
My tired eyes hesitate to see the truth, if I ignore the...

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Scuttler gangs roaming streets

Torrid tales to tell of pain

Suffering, in a hell on earth

back in Victorian Manchester

Air unbelievably polluted, poisoned 

sickening smell dominates the landscape

Row upon row of slum and tenement,

amid gas works and dingy ale houses

Vast areas of warehouse, mill, and chimney stack

protrude throughout the city black

Acrid smo...

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I’d gone out on my bike for a quick peddle when I called in at “Guns ‘n’ Roses” for a coffee break.  It’s actually called “Spuds ‘n’ Berries” because it’s a farm shop.  I normally avoid these like the plague as they try to charge you a tenner for a jacket spud that’s been “locally grown”.  Persilanny, I don’t care how far away my spuds have been grown as long as they’ve had a ton of good English c...

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Expressions of Love: Part VII

Title: From: Jaxy To: Love

Ms. Love,

I've written a million letters and more about my feelings for you. I even once told you I could write a book. While it is not in the traditional way, I'm working on that book. Through poetry, letters, notes, and spoken word I am writing the saga that has been our life to this point. Our story will continue to grow, just ...

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Title: Valley of Doubt

Shadows speak to you in tongues. Even the light of truth yields to the thicket of no trust.

End.

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These words are yours
And way of noticing is mine
I come to an understanding
As you say it to the one
But how shall one speak of
words have lost their grip on meaning
Like it finding its way in a space
Where it is not even reverberating
With its previous shadow
Painters starts to paint at that full moon
Like it is pointing to the light in the water
Trying a way to caress without sensing
...

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After my graduation

I walked around and waited for my family to come and find me

And It felt oddly familiar

Standing alone in a crowd 

Where everyone was being 

Embraced and hugged and together

It is an empty feeling

That was the epitome of my high school experience

And I felt like maybe I was not ready for the world just yet

I was scared to begin my life

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Deep down you always know 

And I knew,  

I  could provide for me more than you could

I knew,  

I could protect me more than you could 

And I should, trust  ME more than I did!!!

 I fell for all the talk without seeing a walk.

But now you’re  jaded because I’m walking my talk........right on outta here! 

Don’t think that I’m not sad or disappointed. But I have to s...

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(music: "Burned letters" - Johannes Bornlöf)

Step into existence

one scared thought at a time

picking vanities to bear with

one uncovered self-deception at a time

living the present to the rhythm of moments pained through

like melodies played out with a passion wavering anew

earning to trespass the emptiness of fear

towards a bright side so seemingly clear

aligned to hor...

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It's an old Yànyǔ, 

Says the master to his student 

Relationships are a beautiful task woven 

The student says to the master 

I'm done with all the fixing in relations 

If you are done, my son 

Then that's how important it was for you from the beginning

Relationships needs constant fixing 

You can't fix it all up and think it's constant 

Rather it's a dail...

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The plight of the hopeless man

Pleading for patronage at the highway on-ramp

Staggering to his feet, waving a wand in his hand

Forcing it through the ground.

To convince them, to convince himself

He's in a state of desperation.

Stomping his feet 

To an echoless beat;

An earnest declaration muffled by layers of concrete.

No one turns a head,

No one's eyes to meet.

M...

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i don’t know what to do

i don’t know how feel

can someone please tell me

i don’t know how to act

i don’t know to speak 

i don’t understand new words

i feel like a freak

i don’t know what to do

i don’t know what to feel

can someone please tell me

i can’t control my emotions

i don’t know what i’m feeling

i spend my time alone

aimlessly ...

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Poem 43 of 230:  A BAYSWATER BED-SIT

Arrived in London,
    At Heathrow Airport,
With sixty kilos
    Of luggage I'd brought.

Found a paper, Loot,
    And called an agent;
Stored two heavy bags,
    Then to him I went.

For one week of rent,
    He'd ensure a bed
Within Bayswater -
    A bed-sit, he said.

It was eighty pounds
    Per week (nothing more),
With a lift arranged
...

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I met an interesting fellow in the Mountains of Frustration, that remote but beautiful part of northern England, who told me he was a court jester, and proved it with a barrage of jokes and magic tricks, confessing, ‘I like to keep my hand in.’

‘You have a look of a chap I met,’ he said,
‘whose disappearance fascinated the nation,
that of the missing Match Of The Day TV presenter, Harry Shoot...

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