So last month I’m done the pub

Minding me own, like you do

When I comes across an old mate named Joe

I call out to him as he passes by

He’s in a bit of a hurry

Turns out he’s with his new missus

A quiet girl named Mary

Who’s carrying one if you get my drift 

He’s got her on a donkey

As it turns out they are doing one

Something about an angel told them

To go s...

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When mercy sleeps

Compassion dies

And love cries for all that’s gone

Because grace has stopped searching

For the lost and vulnerable

And pity has become a dirty word

That lines the rubbish bins of those that have

And all those who have not are perceived

To bite the hand that feeds them

Because they are apparently

Filthy scrounging and greedy

As the needy and...

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She leans in close and I smell her very essence

Hanging on the air

No longer just a cardboard cutout dream

She is the real deal

Her eyelids do not flicker

Her eyes say nothing yet everything

She breathes in slow and careful

Exhaling through her nose just a hint of what

Might be available to he who is prepared to wait

Her lips rich and full down beside my cheek

Her ...

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This is my time right now

Until it is not

My time to hold to covert

To share and spread around

Until it is not

This is my time to sit and be silent

To do handstands if ever I could

To watch to listen to cry and to laugh

Until it is not

This is my time to expand and contract

This is my time to acknowledge

All I have been

All I have done

And sometime...

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She lays still hardly daring to breath in the dust

She has her baby boy on her chest

She and he are under a wardrobe

She has no sense of time in the dark

She has nothing to eat or drink

She tries her own breast milk

She feeds her baby boy every time he cries

She had tried crying out but there is no one there to hear

Until she hears muffled distant words and drills over...

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He dips out from the world of swords and spears

Dropping his shield

Dropping his head between his knees

He watches the colours floating behind closed eyes

Swarming and flooding the well-worn tears

The claustrophobic chain of events played out

Twice three times a day

Until with all of his heaving sobs he jumps right in

Into the numbing pools embrace

Lost in a journey of u...

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