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UNFACTUAL REPORTING et al

 

When there is no longer a world,

or a place wherein, anyone may call

home, to their family on the phone

just for a catch up chat and asking if

everything is well within their entire

universe, the cosmos and beyond

the stars, where meteorites dart

 

or streak inserting their subliminal

attributes – what then, when pens

no longer dip in ink or scribe on

scrolls ...

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UNFACTUAL REPORTING

 

When there is no longer a world,

or a place wherein, anyone may call

home, to their family on the phone

just for a catch up chat and asking if

everything is well within their entire

universe, the cosmos and beyond

the stars, where meteorites  dart

 

or streak inserting their subliminal

attributes – what then, when pens

no longer dip in ink or scribe on

scrolls...

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ANCIENT SENTINEL

 

The large tree, taller than a house

had stood there for centuries it

was a home to bugs which had

burrowed into it, making a safe

haven for themselves – it was

an ancient Yew – there had been

talk of it being in the way of new

ideas by a construction crew

 

The council wondered what to

do about the preservation order

standing in the way of new ideas

and how...

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SHUTTERS

 

A policeman speaks - not

by use of officialise, but via

the imagery of a sepia war

time photograph – he is a

constable in the Metropolitan

Police – wearing a duty arm

band on his sleeve. He seems

to be searching in his mind

 

for something he can’t figure

out – what heralds his doubt

we cannot be sure since all

wartimes, snuff out some-ones

joy. His face...

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ABSENT THOUGHTS

 

These days I have an errant mind

a legacy of ageing – the growing

list of things not found – well

I’ll be blown, it’s there – under

a chair of the dining room, and

stooping to pick it up I also find a

a furry spoon – missing since

goodness knows when – and then

my fountain pen twinkles in the

 

light of many moons ago – I rescue

both from obscurity again – I h...

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GRUMPOUS MAGNUS

 

He was a seemingly unhappy cat

moping around the way he did

just sliding under the table and

no interaction of significance

just the short look when food

appeared and he took from the

cat bowl studiously as if there

was something intangible on

his furry mind – until that is

 

Netinu moved in next door

and it was love at first sight,

then the kittens came an...

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GRUMPUS MAGNUS

 

He was a seemingly unhappy cat

moping around the way he did

just sliding under the table and

no interaction of significance

just the short look when food

appeared and he took from the

cat bowl studiously as if there

was something intangible on

his furry mind – until that is

 

Netinu moved in next door

and it was love at first sight,

then the kittens came an...

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PENSMANSHIP

 

Look now to the power

of your pen – the words

you write – and people

of whom you speak – the

quill is a mighty nib – as

 

when, plucked from the

carcass of a hen – a feisty

cockerel crows – just like

it did back then – giving

off to those with ears as

hear, a wail of ballyhoos

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BRINGING IT HOME

 

It isn’t what they do at work

that remains in the upper space

of their anatomy, their meeting

with grizzly challenges head-on

day in, day out, without a break

from the mental consequences

which wrap themselves back and

 

forth, remorselessly beneath the

outer covering of skin. It goes far

deeper than that – they - dressed

in their blue surgical garb with

fa...

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DICTIONARIES

 

I relish the sound of

English words – ones

which William Blake

makes sound serene.

Regarding one of which

 

I speak – what does a

‘Ferkin’ mean? I heard

it said, by a man turned

red, who’d lost his costly

Fountain pen, in Henley

where swans go upping

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COMPARISONS

 

Shall I compare thee to a

Summer's day?

'No you can't - sod off'

 

A Summer's afternoon?

'I've told you once, get lost'

 

A Summers night, perchance?

Oo-er Smooth talking git, your

place or mine? Bring the wine

 

 

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TURNING ABOUT

 

U Turns – U bends – you what?

She said she was making a brew

about a week ago – or maybe I

exaggerate, but it seems like it

when your throat is parched and

I’m out here in the garden sweaty

as a porker – and she primping

her curls in those roller thingies

 

(Me) There you are Darling, how

kind of you to remember, sorry

to cause you all that bother, I

could ...

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THE DICTATOR

We seldom hear his name these days

that self-appointed head of power who

ousted the president of his day, because

he could, and he, being the military head,

lining a nest egg for himself thus riding above

a soured reputation, breaching the democratic

principles and imprisoning his opponents

simply for good measure and gaining a sense

of pleasure from hi...

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THE DICTATOR

 

We seldom hear his name these days

that self-appointed head of power who

ousted the president of his day, because

he could, and he, being the military head,

lining a nest egg for himself thus riding above

a soured reputation, breaching the democratic

principles and imprisoning his opponents

simply for good measure and gaining a sense

of pleasure from his deeds as he br...

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FOLICULES

 

It works like that my mind,

so tell me this – ‘How many

tons of human hair awaits

the coiffured clip - post the

Novo scare?’ Enough to fill

the holds of merchant ships

dumping out at sea alas,

or yellow skips brought in

 

I put this question to my

bed room mirror as I rise

and seeing through bleary

eyes - a fuzzy face  in need

of shaving of a bristly chi...

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INFUSIONS

 

What be our eyes if not

a window to the soul – a

sash to shutter out this

world in sleep – and if

combined – conjuring with

other sensations and those

of various creatures such as

the bees and various worlds

making up our universe

 

within a melting pot of

dreams. Take note then

Don, Moongirl, Po, and

others in the order of the

pen, that writes in var...

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A SENSE OF SPRING

 

They’re waving at me,

they’re doing it again

those sturdy boughs are

swaying in the breeze

 

This morning we had

hailstones, and now this,

supposedly, the merry

month of May, 2020

 

There are plenteous

others they can wave

to – so why me – and

just because I’m looking

 

across at them through

my bedroom window

as the storm – rattles

hailst...

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BLANKET COVERAGE

 

This isn’t what you might

think, a romantic episode.

Although there is a sort of

centrifugal side to it – as a

meeting of two parts head

 

on – a voice, an urgent one

is heard on the intercom, in

a manner disciplined and at

the same time apologetic

for the tragic news it brings

 

Something in the sky is very

wrong – his cool, disciplined

tone proclai...

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VERILY

 

Courageous heroin she was

leading the assault like that

using all the placatory tones,

eyes rooted to the spot trying

to hold her nerve – I could

almost hear her say the words -

fear you see, it gets to them. Her,

still, priming the lance, though

 

she’d blush if I called her that. No

Very signal flare - or anything like

it, or MBE. Just cautionary words

th...

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SHOOTING STARS

 

All of us are richly blessed,

our inner eyes have seen to

it. But what of matters Jupiter

in thoughts of distant moons.

Imagine it, if on a journey

through our dreams to Mars

via the glittering starlit nights,

 

Galaxies on a planetary map

had brought your name to

fame. What routes might be

displayed on signposts there:

Moon Girl Mountains could

be one, ...

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A MORNING IN MAY 2020

 

Now that the sun shines on my patio

I have a clearer view. There is a breeze

though slight, stirring up the warmer air.

I can see the darting sparrows pecking

on the path – they seem to scoop a lot

 

at busy ants. Now that I am washed and

dressed, with mind on compass set to go,

I gain a better sense of how our Nature flows.

I’m heading off to Sainsburys’ soon to sc...

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HARBOURED TALES

 

Think of it as Pepys had cast his eye,

the narrow streets and alleys where

such dangers lurked at every turn,

from rats escaping harboured ships

along the sturdy tethered ropes

 

And how those citizens fled that one

square city mile, dodging the contents

of the piss pots raining down upon them

 – especially the deaf unable to grasp,

the warning shouts from higher...

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UNHEAVENLY CONVERSATIONS

 

Some tongues are wagging tails

speaking behind the back of those,

whom heaven had ordained they

curb their mocking tales and ways.

Of course they’d never say it to your

face, but in those galleries where

sounds reverberate, whispers here

or there, are sometimes overheard

 

above sounds of prayer and decency.

Yet in the church refectory after

the psalms were p...

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RUSTIC THOUGHTS

 

I wonder what thoughts were going on in his mind

to make him write like that, gloomy as anything and

talking about curfews as if people of today have the

faintest clue of what he was banging on about, the

plodding home, weary and tired beyond belief – but

there is something in his work that transcends those

years, and the thinking of his days – the ploughman

of the times,...

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SHRINES

 

What is it about them,

that has us hovering, and

bugging to know more:

a weathered oaken door

of churches – beckoning

us to walk inside and get

to know a little better

what went on in earlier

times – an atmosphere of

lament and musty pews

 

Or, what occurred in former

times – the Taj Mahal of India

a splendid lavish construct of a

Maharaja’s much miss...

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COSMOS

 

I’d been talking to the trees and

I think they must be listening as

one waved back a branch – it was

an Olive known by various names.

‘Go easy on us’ I heard a voice

speak out – ‘and we will save your

 

universe’. Then suddenly traffic

stopped, people paused and links

via public transport came to a

deathly hush - carbon emissions

had plummeted – so I put on th...

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AFTER THE GAS

 

In my suspended state of

animation which is sleep,

my mind traverses depths

of the unknown – an image

here or there – the brain is

updating itself, not ready to

tell me yet, which parts are

being healed – all then is

 

revealed, when the nurse

calls out my name to see if

I’m now wide awake. I forsake

those spooky depths of half

in half out, slowly mouthi...

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SENSING A PRESENCE

 

When trees sway their wind

blown branches of an early

breeze – blustering away

in the metronome of time

it is something that may draw

our eyes – seeing both sides

of their leafy display – while

we - unaware of their swaying

 

dance and what it is that pulls

the trigger for the chlorophyll

to go to work and all that will

interact with it, during its long

...

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OVER THE TOP

 

Dying was the easy bit.

Staying alive: well not so.

When the whistle blew

and frightened men with

bayonets fixed, flew over

the top and into a place

called no-man’s land, well

that’s when the bombs and

shrapnel whistled Holy Hell

 

Some made it back with

shattered limbs and minds

watching as the stretcher

bearers carried back small

pieces of the ones ...

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SHUTTERS

 

There are various claimants

as to who called first the shots

without the firing of a gun – a

photo shoot I mean – showing

the queenly looking bride, all

smiles, as well as countless as

the grains of beach rich sand,

walks along the promenades

 

Consider – D Day landings of

troops at Normandy and else

where, trying not to permit

fear escape their lips, and

...

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STARFISH

 

Dreams by the beach

wave washed castles

made by the ingenuity of

wide eyed kids carrying

their buckets and spades.

Natures artefacts brushed

up, flotsam of the surf and

spume, brought in from

exotic shores – crabs that

 

scurry around with organ

stopper eyes as if they were

suddenly surprised at our

appearances into a Neptune

rich world, claws poised ...

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FLIGHTS

 

The thing that astonishes

me about those amazing

insects, is their ability to

stay up in the air. Some say

that aerodynamically they

shouldn’t be doing it at all

carrying such a body weight

 

To my ear there is no more

pastoral sound, than them

simply buzzing away in the

fields or folds of our ancient

wealds or country villages

 

To my mind, even the ...

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SEMPERVIVUM PECTORUM

 

OK – so it’s a posh word for

a breed of hen. It’s no easy

task squeezing in and out of

Nooky-ville. The farmer never

puts them on the pill – likes to

hear them getting laid, Cock

- a-doodle-do he hears those

roosters cluck. But it’s on a

Sunday see so doesn’t use foul

 

words. He says ‘Keep your

feathers on or you’ll be gone

or end up in the stew’. He lives

...

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LAST POSTS

 

Under the stairs and

clinging to Mum, we

had a rough time of

it, from bombers that

hummed overhead, and

dropping their payloads

on docks, and the sheds

 

A pox on their heads

some people said, as

other folk cussed and

Mum waved her fist and

mouthed, God make them

stop. Please make them

stop, don’t let those sods

 

bear down on us. And

buses a...

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SMOKE AND MIRRORS

 

Everything is transient our

unique medical re ordering.

The body’s ability to self

function and knowing where

to find necessary sustenance

 

Skin covering our amazing

anatomy and vital organs

needed to survive when life

gets tougher than we thought

it ever could, or would, unfold

 

A human face and swivelling

eyes, pixel rich, and able to

express surp...

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BANDS IN THE MALL

 

Pall Mall is eerily quiet

only the ghosts remain,

un-isolating on familiar

thoroughfares – apart

from the coo of pigeons

lusting for a mate. I can

recall the better days as

matters went full swing

 

the red bus passengers

ding-dinging to alight. It

was the flower beds and

nearby parks I miss most.

That and the ghostly sense

of other presences. Not

...

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FAIRY TALES

 

Can’t I offer you

a carrot she said

to the snowman

with a drippy face

 

Alice from far away

in wonderland was

well renowned for

her thoughtful ways

 

I’ll make a pact with

you, the snowman

said, but don’t allow

the nursery rhymes

 

to get wind of it, Okay?

It was fine and dandy

with Alice – who slipped

off to the palace for an

 

assi...

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BUCKING OFF

 

Nora was hefty, as

big as a house, she

relished her fodder

and stale Brussels

sprouts – children

 

adored her and waved

as she passed – then

Nora gave birth to a

foal on the grass –

 

both now trot around

in a field by the wield.

But no one told Neddy,

who fathered the yield

 

Neddy sows oats when

he’s lowered from trucks

but now he just...

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SPARING A THOUGHT

 

After release on her own vow to

attend the Victorian city court

they allowed her onto the footfall

shadowed streets before the cock

crowed, when citizens began their

routines. Screams had been well

muffled during her mutilation by

a gouging knife tearing her apart

 

How the headlines spoke of it and

glorified the gory tale. Nowadays

there are societies wanting...

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WHEN THEY FLY IN

 

When the Goldfinches come,

heads looking like they’ve all

been dunked in beetroot juice,

and gold markings on their wings.

That’s when my heart sings out

them as they poke around for micro

nutrients on the ground, the ants

 

Those flighty ones seem to be giving

the swift moving bugs rather

a difficult time of it as they dart

hither and thither, as if putting o...

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KEEPING PACE

 

Have you thanked your body today?

Been grateful for the way it keeps

you ticking along, come what may.

We ingest, are blessed to confess.

 

Shortly I’ll head off to my surgery

again for a needle in the arm after

observing the social etiquette of

sensible distancing to benefit the

greater good. Results take time.

 

I try to thank my body every day

for knowin...

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SANDBANKS

 

Men waiting anxiously

trapped submarine

sapping the fervour

a stench of chlorine

 

Hope reigns eternal

Hope reigns supreme.

This is the flavour to

further your dreams

 

HMS THETIS caught up

at sea – steadfast the

sandbank which won’t

set her free. All crew RIP

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TOASTING THE FALLACY

 

Drink your detergent as

if it were bleach – Trump

recommends, since it whitens

your teeth. But make sure

your Will has been written

out first – before they collect

you the boys with their hearse

‘Sound as a pound’ a Cockney

 

might say – a Nova diploma will

head out your way. You may first

have heard it on CNN news – mikes

turned up high and eyes tightly

...

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VOICES IN THE MALL

 

Who hasn’t been to the Horse

Guards parade when the weather

was fine and the cavalry came – out

through the gates where the audience

stood, the flashing of metal caught in

the sun – sabres out drawn and the

 

crowds in a throng, standing in rows

where sun turns them brown as they

head through the mall for the finest

of shows and the coppers are burly

and sense...

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FLAGS

 

Can’t you hold it straight?

No grab it with both hands

so that it doesn’t wobble.

That feels far, far, better.

I can reach into the cornices.

 

Decorating these tall ceilings

needs the skill of two to get

it perfectly spot on. Damn, you

let the steps go now the stars

and stripes reverberate

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PRUDENCE

 

I hear there are nine of them

twirling around in the Universe:

ours, Mars, Mercury, Jupiter

Saturn, with Neptune and, Pluto.

 

I purposefully left a couple out

because they sound a little rude

for anyone who pens on line.

Not that I’m a prude of course

 

(You need to look them up)

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FOREWORD TO A BIOG

 

The crows had seen it all before

jackdaws and the noisy rooks. They

caw about it over by the brook – no joke.

It didn’t take too long to spread that

ghastly news  - something on the ground

stock still. Don’t let the Condors know

 

not yet – until we’ve had our fill – is that

human dermis dangling from your bill?

Yuk that thought could make me puke.

I’d better not...

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ETCHINGS

 

There was something about the ancient

architecture which drew me in. Weird

images of gargoyles in the central nave

with wooden beams and the large stone

tablets inside commemorating all that had

gone on before - those various tribulations

 

In the ground - rows of memorials and

well attended graves – some of them

war time men and women focusing - on

imagery like ...

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MEDITATION

 

Don’t let the ants

get down your pants.

Don’t let those bugs

plug up your ears and

never let the bar flies

wiggle into your wallet

it’s never profitable

 

(Ancient proverb by

Wannabe Philosopher

Wan Hung Low in Soho)

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SHARP SCRATCHES

 

It wasn’t with their going

over ditches - bayonets

fixed - which gained their

accolades – it was those

ready skills with needles

and the stitch that warmed

our hearts, and playing their

necessary roles at each and

 

every level of our envied

NHS.  Who’d  have thought

that Attlee’s angels could

have made us ever proud of

their compassion and their

ex...

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