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WHO DARES TO DREAM

written on the birth of Annie my severly mentally and physcally handicapped granddaughter.

 

This space

cloud filled

cold shrilled

without substance

unformed

unborn,

where thoughts whilrl in a tangle of sound

and sound mingles with fear and uncried tears,

where days and nights have no margins

undivided

unguided,

and what of tomorrow

will suns rays bring co...

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life

S'MOTHER LOVE

 an 'almost' true story - Just for the giggle.

 

We rushed to catch the early bus,

we did it, we did, but it was a rush

we rattled up the curving stairs

proffered up our exact fairs,

then plumped upon our seats to rest.

 

          "Are you wearing your warm vest

          winter's nearly here my dear

          and what about your navy knickers?"

 

Around the bu...

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LIFE

FOR PAUL

 

For Paul who is missing his estranged daughter

 

Clouds gathering

not the lazy drifting

feather floating

clouds that I have come to love

but a tumult of thunderheads

a boil of molton lead

energy laden

burden heavy

explosion ready

rapidly closing the gap

of the final glimps of summer blue

the glimpse of what was

the glimpse of what cannot be

of bird...

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RULE BRITANNIA ?

This poem was written after a succession of terror attacks and is a protest against the feeding frenzy

of the press and sound bites from cynica lpoliticians.

 

It's easy to hold

the grand pose

then proudly stand

as rehashed rhetoric flows

from journalistic lips

politions checking their ratings

vye with each other

as they strive to compose

a more elegant prose

th...

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life

FROZEN

Jagged white screams

sharpen to icicles

brittle tears lie scattered

and ground underfoot

diamond cut streams

lost in the labyrinth

fast frozen in time

at the moment of truth.

 

Holder of secrets

the cut glass of plenty

sharp as a dagger

the chilling white wine

cruel as a cutting edge

shards of bright silver

encrusted with sapphires

cold by design,

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life

SPIN - DRIFT

Soft soapy water

spilling through my outstretched hand

so hard to hold

like windblown smoke

or shifting sand.

 

Whispered voices speaking

without sensitivity or grace

while practised smiiles

conceal the lie

behind each shining face.

 

Soft soapy water

filtering through my wearying hand

disolves my innocence

while God's own godless daughter

reasserts ...

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IN SORROW

written for a friend on the loss of his adult son. I couldn't show it to him.

 

It's over now

the sands have run

there's no return

this thing is done,

and joy belongs to yesterday

when we sure of our tomorrows.

 

My son you were my other self

my present - and my future

and now this ash - this inert ash

is all I have - is all I am.

If I could ask - if you coul...

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death

A LAMENT FOR CHILDHOOD

Small frightened faces

Iron and rust

Iron and rust

Sharp smell of anger

Gunflash and dust

Gunflash and dust

Small frightened faces

Sharp smell of fear

Cries for the wounded

Cries for the dying

Iron and rust

Iron and rust

Call for their loved ones

Caught up in the rush

Small moonlit faces

Who can they trust

Gunflash and dust

Gunflsah and dust

Be...

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FAITH (WITHOUT HOPE OR CHARITY)

You don't have to understand

that's what they said.

Just believe, have faith,

don't doubt the things that God has planned

             That's what they said.

 

You are blessed,

faith is a gift

given to a chosen few,

it's up to you to make the best of it

             That's what they said.

 

Humility is good

as are obedience and servitude,

don't look for re...

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LIFE

THIS SILVER PEARL

This England

this land of pleasant green

"God Save the Queen"

"Britannia Rules the waves"

and other jingoistic phrases

that were used

while flags were waved

so many years ago.

 

This England

that grew fat on trading slaves

and subjugation,

the struggling poor controlled

by lack of education.

 

This England

this land of pleasant green

where network...

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BY WAY OF EXPLANATION

Words arrive in bundles

then separate and spread

out of my control.

They lead - and I am led

into their parallel world

that I can show

but never tell.

Where restrictive barriers are broken,

no diversive languages are spoken,

and yet we touch

and in turn are touched.

Words arrive in bundles

and manipulate my thoughts

but they are welcome.

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FOR DARREN

 

Pounding waves

invade the shores of my imagination,

salt washed pebbles bruise my naked feet,

discordant voices ride the onshore breezes

and mock the need to close my eyes in sleep.

I watch the restless tide's incessant motion,

see peaks and troughs as win or lose,

hear gulls harsh screams of exultation

as they hunt the silver flesh in shallow pools.

My body aches w...

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