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Get up and Gone

Get up and Gone

 

I remember when my uncle, with watery eyes,

Told me how his get up and go

Had got up and gone.

We were looking at the framed photo of his wife,

40 years together, and now only one.

His shoulders shook, a man once so strong,

Used to laughter, drinks and quick with a quip or joke.

 

And I remember when I too lost sight of the sun,

My vision blurred,...

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depressionhopeloss

Stu of the Steps

Been working on this for a while... not sure about it really, but see what you think..

Stu of the Steps

 

 

This is my pitch, here’s where I sit

Cardboard and cushion to keep cold at bay

Down steps from the station, just half way

Gives em time to see me, reflect a bit.

 

Not all the way down, hanging in there

Holding my own, keeping my space

Forgotten detritus of t...

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homelessnesshopelife

Only One Winner

Only One Winner

 

He dropped a glass

On my stone floor

And there was only one winner.

 

She breathed her last

Was at death’s door

And there was only one winner.

 

He took a chance

She faced a threat

And there was only one winner.

 

He lived a life,

He paid his debt

And there was only one winner.

 

My nights were dark

The sun arose

And the...

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deathhopelive

The Body of Life

The Body of Life

 

RIP Paul

 

Don’t hold on to the cord too long

As the casket drops back to the ground

Listen and hear the blackbird’s song

As loved ones whisper all around.

 

Holding on can pull you down,

Time to let go with laughs and tears.

One life so brief now clearly shown

Should soothe all worries, quell your fears.

 

Suits new pressed in Sunday be...

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deathhopelife

May I Never

A poem about getting old... and staying young.

May I Never      

I may never rule the world with theories so fine

May never run past Bolt, smile and duck across the line.

I may never meet Mandela, Obama or the Queen,

I may never solve all wars, or stop leaders being mean.

I may never reach a hundred, run for thirty miles,

I may never help the hungry, turn their cries to happy...

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agedreamsfailurehopelife

Brick by Brick

As Trump prototype walls are assessed and my back garden wall remains work in progress, penned this little poem....

Brick by Brick

 I got some bricks, cement and sand

With water, trowel, a plotting line.

Thought of how to turn my hand

To leave a symbol of something fine.

 

I had my patch, could build so tall,

Keep to myself my piece of space.

I could build a monstrous wa...

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hopelovepeaceunity

Life at the Plateau

The Plateau

The view from here is calm and true

The grassy steppes stretch out of sight

From plainness slowly dullness grew

From winning I have lost my fight

Life once sharper, numbs to bland

And feet sink deeper into sand.

 

The uphill struggle left me weak

Fingers bloodied, grip was lost

Each ridge ahead still seemed the peak

Life was stripped, I paid the cos...

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depressionhopelife

A Life in Colour

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A Life in Colour

The challenge as I rise from bed

Is turning greys to green and red.

The drabness of the everyday

Takes a rainbow, turns it grey.

The colours sharp are lit by sun.

Red, orange, yellow, new begun.

Green, blue, violet quickly fade

Primary, pastel, into shade.

A squirrel, seal, a worm, a whale

Don’t worry that they live so pale.

The tortoise carries we...

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depressionhope

Grave Thoughts from Above Ground

Wrote this after a visit to Southern Cemetery... see what you think.

Grave Thoughts from Above Ground

 

They lie so quiet in the ground

While leaves and nuts fall all around.

The slanting sun, the shadows fall

The squirrels scamper, magpies call.

 

The shortest stories ever told,

Their lives in stone stand out in bold.

A middle name they won’t confess

Or all three ...

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deathhopelife

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