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SLOTTING IT IN

It was those dreamy old songs on the Juke box

i remembered most – those flashbacks to the

past in smoke filled saloons – full of the South

London Docker types – hard drinkers who had

to stay out, what with a house full of kids and

bedtime not yet approached, and several pints

away before the missus  let the old man home

to the dodgy stew dying in the pan – poor guy

caught b...

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I SEE NO SHIPS

The world now seems unreal to me

Australia burns - the ice melt sea

comeuppance time it's bound to be

and shrouds will beckon to us then

beware your fate of Armageddon I

overhear from men who push the pen

as if they wish it all on everyone

begone, begone, begone, I say, our world

survives us everyone - so come what may

athough we need a prompt or two as cut

backs are ...

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BUS RIDE SCENARIO

Mum and 2 cute Asian daughters

board the 91 bus at Woking

(the latter both under age 6)

both girls turn looking around.

The words: ‘Mummy, Mummy,’

speaks the eldest curious child

‘One of the girls at school said

something to me today, and she

called me names in the break’.

Oh did she, says mum continuing

to look out of the bus window but

withou...

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TEMPERANCE – 8.6.97

West Street Citadel where

Salvationists enjoy evensong

under Booths unifying logo

Bandsmen are attired in their

Corporate outfits espousing

Blood, Fire and Brimstone.

Musicians dress in white shirts

Navy serge, and various insignia.

Woodwinds harmonising with the

gathering of songsters. There is a

noticeable spirit-filled congregation

and nov...

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SEA LEGS

For those who’ve sailed the seven seas

and felt the breeze at forward bows

and listened to the old salt’s yarns

about the crow’s nest and the views

or heard the siren’s  menacing wail

when storms clouds grew and thunder

hailed – as we looked upward to the

skies – remembering some who lived

or died, or knew their knots and spliced

the ropes to tie to bollards when we

d...

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SEA LEGS

For those who’ve sailed the seven seas

and felt the breeze at forward bows

and listened to the old salt’s yarns

about the crow’s nest and the views

or heard the siren’s  menacing wail

when storm clouds grew and thunder

hailed – as we looked upward to the

skies – remembering some who lived

or died, or knew their knots and spliced

the ropes to tie to bollards when we

do...

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WANDERING THOUGHTS

How I wonder

when i wander

what Wanda is

up to – I knew she liked

Pandas at her local zoo.

I too liked the Pandas which

Wanda wandered up to but

the grime on the cage floor

turned off quite a few.

Sometimes I ponder

what Wanda gets up to

back in the swim of her native

Uganda, so I mumble away

like lost guys sometimes do.

So Wanda, dear Wanda  -

you may ...

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THE ALLERTON OAK

Since the Middle Ages

it has stood there and

morphed from an acorn

into majesty. It has shaded

many lovers beneath its leafy

boughs and listened to the

sounds of lowing cows and

perhaps a rowdy tiff was

overheard, or a plot to topple

leaders of the day. The Oak

wouldn’t spill the beans about

a thing, nor in fact anything

at all, but lets you stand there

takin...

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UNCOMPASSIONATE LEAVE

Officer to squad sergeant - 'Ah Sgt Brown - have

just received a telegramme concerning recruit Smith's

mother who has recently passed away - please tell

the chap to take 2 weeks compassionate leave.'

'SIRRRRRRRR - SQUAD - SQUAD - SHUN - Smith

TAKE A FORTNIGHT'S COMPASSIONATE LEAVE

YER FATHER'S JUST KICKED THE BUCKET

 - NOW DOUBLE AWAY SMARTLY - EFT -

 - ITE - EFFFT - AND SW...

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GUILDFORD BY DAY

This is the Surrey town which

bustles during daytime hours

- the florists bloom, the Pound

shop thrives, and yet at darker

times out from the crevices and

corners come the needy folk

some who do  it for a living at their

chosen spot, and woebegone the

pushers in who reek of gin or pin

their hopes on charity to get them

through the wintry nights when

fists get swung...

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CANNED FLESH

Can’t shake the thoughts of it away

poor stowaways packed like sardines

in an un-aired tin – their sin to flee their

poverty and seek a better life abroad - most

even stumped a fare up front, to some

contemptuous graceless underworld figure.

God only knows what sort of life deviants

would have carved out for the girls and

younger men, headed for the dens of ...

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ROO PLUS TWO

When drivers on UK motorways

saw Roo in tow with Joeys (two)

they rubbed their eyes in

shocked surprise - not realising their

debunk from a zoo. One driver thought

of Foster's ads - those so popular

with older dads - while others wept

from broadcast news and thought

they'd been completely screwed, until

they heard it in the queues the sods had just

escaped the zoo - c...

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BREWING UP

When Nellie put the

telly on she liked to

watch the World at One

until the fur began to fly

between the parties (my

oh my) you couldn’t make

this sort of nonsense up.

And so they schemed

and scowled and stewed

and used some words that

sounded rude and even blew

a raspberry too, whilst poor

old Junker (the President)

just wished these things were

never done...

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MIST

I saw a rather towering tree

which seemed at first to beckon

me, its branches stretched towards

the sunlit sea beyond a promenade

where folk indulged in tea and cakes

and chattered small talk happily. It

was a day when sunlight shone and

kids made castles out of sand and

oh that day was truly grand and on

the kiosks goods arrayed with hats

and things you’d normally th...

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ALL ABOUT NOW

The old man's head was like the blitz,

no trees were left for walking sticks.

He strayed into a burning field where

crops were charred with scanty yield

and saw their space craft shuttle off, as

fiercesome fires torched man and crop.

Some said the Martians had come back

but saw the ruins and hurried off, but

unashamed the old man wept, and silently

away he crept  - acros...

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THE NUT HATCH

Desirable properties now

built on the former asylum

grounds where banged on

doors those patients then,

the men and girls whose world

view was a step or two away

from those who roamed the

streets they called normality.

Sometimes I sense their

presence hereabouts, their

ghosts that mingled in the mist

and humankind grew produce on

the former nursery site unless

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THE NUT HATCH

Desirable properties now

built on the former asylum

grounds where banged on

doors those patients then,

the men and girls whose world

view was a step or two away

from those who roamed the

streets they called normality.

Sometimes I sense their

presence hereabouts their

ghosts that mingled in the mist

and grew the produce on the

former nursery site unless they

w...

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COMINGS AND GOINGS

In - out

job done.

What do you

mean I'm too

quick - I always

bolt my food - 

yet there you go

and you are still

chomping away.

I think I am going

to need a lie down.

Don't tell the wife

I popped in - that's all.

She doesn't trust ......

(Finishing line is open

to reader suggestions)

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BOGGLE EYED

Even frogs like blogs

they bleat about them

in their alga bogs – it

isn’t like they have much

washing up to do they stew

around and take a dunk

or poo or catch a fly or two

with sticky tongues.

They like to croak a lot as

well and if near villages

they try to keep in tune

with chiming bells that

issue from the churches

tower – frogs don’t give a

hoot for ...

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FROM THE BOOK OF CHAUVIN

When she asked me

what I did in the army

i told her i was in a unit

called Movements -she

seemed to know about

the military because she

said, 'Were you anything

to do with a Logistics group?

I said No - I was a medic

and recommended prunes

if the guys got bunged up.

That's when she gave me a

funny look and scarpered. I

find this works every time if

they lo...

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INNER SELVES

Bile rumbles in the jungle of my tum

what is the cause of it in the deeper

labyrinths of inwardness - no you

can't probe into my mind just like

that - you'd need a wizards hat or a

screwball stethoscope to poke around

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ESCAPING JUNK MAIL

In the life span of an average

householder, assuming they

live to the ripe old age of 70,

each must send an opt out

form to the post office every 3

years using the householders

own paper and to request 'no

junk mail' be posted through the

senders letter box. (In other words

they hypothetically need to write

23 times in just one life time to

avoid stuff they immedia...

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SHORT POEM COMPETITION

A-M-E-N

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BIT PARTS

The stones will speak of it
through phones that unclog
static sounds – and yet for
now the images of hungry
lions leashed upon the open
cells where wait inside the
half-starved men and woman
claiming Christ the only King.
I searched the sky to see if I
could find the answer there of
mortals doomed to die in what
they saw as valiant ways to lift
their souls to prophets of their
day and...

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GOLDEN BOG ROBBERY

Pursuing the trail of the

the Golden bog – police

ask for help – if you’re out

for a jog – or you may find it

hidden behind a tree – when

out dog walking and must

spend a penny. It could be

disguised in a coat of shellac

but there’ll be no questions if

they get it back – and none

of those wise  cracks from you

lot either – about the police

having nothing to go o...

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MEDITATION

It is my favoured walk – the

one that takes me from St John’s

towards the Mapledoram route

which I traverse on foot and wonder

at the scenic seasonal views – for

autumn now begins to stir and

berries line the brambled boughs in

thickets by the water’s edge and

jam makers appear with jars in

hand to crop the bounteous fare

which beckons all to share their

...

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MEDITATION

It is my favoured walk – the

one that takes me from St John’s

towards the Mapledoram route

which I traverse on foot and wonder

at the scenic seasonal views – for

autumn now begins to stir and

berries line the brambled bows in

thickets by the water’s edge and

jam makers appear with jars in

hand to crop the bounteous fare

which beckons all to share their

...

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BEASTLINESS

Thalia, Thalia, where for art thou Thalia?

I’m under the front wheels you Plonker

You just ran me over – while I squatted

by the clover.  Oh, nothing serious then!

Mind if I grab my pen I’ve just got a few

ideas for me next poem – you know what

they get like on WOL – kick off over nowt.

Get me an ambulance, I think I’m in labour.

Never mind Luv the Tories are just as bad.

...

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MILITARY LINES

How silently they march

no barking orders here -

just sinuous lines of them

heading to their formicaries

fresh cut leaves conveyed.

Of course I stood amazed

who could not stand by and

watch this spectacle unfold.

For sure those were the days

gone by before the forest trees

were felled and not a tolling bell

was heard in what we called a

wilderness on post cards ...

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SPOT THAT TUNE

Our Brit MPs do it

well screw it – never

known a farce of how

they all blew it – they

screw it- we do the tab.

They dwell in two houses

make loud noises - never

give a stuff about us poor

losers  - we cough up they

spend gigantic wads.

They plead that they’re

out-raged, earn their wage

couldn’t do consensus if

unfair – well at least they  got

to oust the S...

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DONNER UND BLITZEN

Is it enough

to sigh at the mess

they make of it – fat

cats we pay to have a

say on our behalf who

can’t make a decision

to save their sorry lives.

Strife they bring – and

sing of it with pride in

their crowing tones –

what will they come up

with next to have us

vexed – shizer all of them.

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ASCENSION

Climbing the steeple stairs is

not recommended for wimps

but once the upper level has

been reached the views across

our village are second to none.

Of course bells should not be rung

at times like these or curses might

become the operative words as

Lords and laymen cupola ears

and have the grounded folk give

spontaneity to added fears of all

who enter in the spirit...

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SANTIAGO DE CUBA

It was a memorable and

romantic scene as was

witnessed by the young

merchant sailor lad aboard

his motor vessel Crystal Gem.

This time they were forbidden

to step ashore as once before

Castro and his cahoots team

were kicking off with bombs.

And so he concentrated on

the previous trip when two

hearts skipped a beat – and

passions did what passions

tend to do ...

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THE TRY ON

A flash young male

seeing the older man

waiting at the bus stop

and without a bye your

leave, says: ‘Can I borrow

your phone mate?’ No. Was

the firm and adamant reply. Flash

Harry repeats again the brush

off word : ‘No’ as if in a mocked

surprise and rolls his shifty eyes.

The older man stands his ground,

the ‘try on’ sussed, and no doubt

the young guy only inwa...

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FORESHORE

Seagulls knew quite

well that Dad hung

low beneath his skimpy

summer shorts and

saw his manhood

two and fro – and

gulls, the little sods,

screeched out, because

it wasn’t easy take-away

or fast food grub, but

worked on schemes to

circumvent the problem

with aplomb and then

they tried to peck him

on the bum from spite.

Dad was having a bad

hair day on...

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REPENTING AT BRENT

One day – Dent and his

half-sister Pru – who’d

just been to the Lent

lunch at Brent – for those

who’d overspent, being

most anxious to repent -

Pru went back to Dent’s

new place making remarks

about all his spare space

Dent had the good grace

to talk things through with

Pru and said reflectively

For me it will do very

nicely thank you –...

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CURTAINS

I used to work with a guy called

Dent whose sister’s name was

Pru – she went off the rails when

she over spent which was hardly

very prudent. Dent went to Kent

whilst Pru cleaned the Gents to

pay off all the debt collectors.

Pru now lives in a caravan and

rues the very day her marbles

went – and Dent lives in a tent

somewhere near Brent – I guess

someti...

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BELLS

What are they like – these

draw-your-attention bells

hare bells – snow bells –

some with fragrance some

without – others have you

wondering such as the bells

chiming at the local church.

Or is it the mechanical bells

that hold most sway - an

ambulance perhaps come

to take you hastily to those

places where medics work

trying hard to patch you up.

Or is it the ...

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DING-DING DING-DING

The Irish Sea, a most

unpleasant place to be

in raging storms when

waves - mast high - mask

out a sullen sky and send

the crewmen scudding over

tilting decks and grasping

nearest uprights to support

themselves – as on the bridge

bells chime out for watchmen

to report below and stow with

safer ties the shifting loads

loose in the vessel’s holds.

It is a timele...

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OPTING OUT

Some see me as a

Victor Meldrew type

having words with the

postie for dumping

junk mail through my

letter box and ignoring

the ‘please don’t signs’

I visit the local depot

all geared up for a few

words – the manager

looks perplexed – and

makes a confession –

we don’t like the stuff

either but have to do it

‘Have to do?’ I muse to a

more subdued self – s...

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TRAMP SHIPS

The SS Tarva was  a game old

boat registered in Tromso and

if ships could speak might tell

quite a few salty tales. I boarded

her in Liverpool having signed the

usual articles of seamanship and

off we chugged to foreign parts.

She twisted and turned through

the Bay of Biscay like all boats did

but I had my sea legs by then and

could do the bow legged walk and

grasp...

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LINES

If you peep at them now via

the distance of modernity

there is something rather

quaint about the old steam

boats that belched black smoke

through painted funnel tops – or

had salt-caked smoke stacks and

crews ate their hard tack biscuits

in more challenged times like war

Life-boat drills were moments for young

ones like me at the time, and meant scaling

down the lo...

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WOODBINES

It must have been quite a drag

all that business being in the mud

hanging around fields and asking

a wounded Tommy if he needed

a fag – or could he help them write

a letter before the stretcher bearers

came – even if they were likely to in

all this mud – he might even ask about

a sweetheart back in  Blighty who by

now, after all this time – probably had

her nighty off...

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SILENCE

How quietude helps us think

and drink inside the wider world.

Unfurl your thoughts inside the

sanctum of the mind – and find you

leave behind a trace of peace. Now

we have acquired - the golden goose

of almost everything - minus the bling.

It's when angels voices can be heard

without our feeling weird or afraid

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ALBATROSS

It happened quite a lot

back then – death at sea

is what I mean – it almost

happened to me after we’d

berthed offshore near a new

refinery port in Nigeria – it was

called Port Harcourt which is

somewhere I didn’t want to

end up on a stone cold slab.

Mosquitoes are far too bold

for their skimpy size and have

a lot to answer for – they bite

you in the...

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LILYPADS

Even frogs are into blogs

they croak about them in

in their soggy alga bogs.

It isn’t like they have much

washing up to do – all they

seem to do is eat and poo

or take a dunk or too, or

catch on sticky tongues

their water hopping prey.

Besides Frogs like to croak

and frisk a lot.  It is something

they do rather well by day,

or night, though flighty bugs

take ...

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SCRIPTS

I’ve gone off reading all that stuff

about the Nag Hammadi scrolls –

you know the ones found by those

shepherds in an ancient cave when

they’d gone in there for a squat –

I mean all very interesting yes, but

half of them landed on a cooking

stove when other fuel ran out – so

what are we supposed to learn from

all of that papyrus - if anything at all

No what does int...

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HI TECH SOLUTIONS

The coffee menu showing

at Woking Wetherspoons

is down again – some tried

options work – others don’t.

Caffeine addicts queue with

tension growing  at a pace.

The guy from behind the bar

wearing the black garb of

management status –

exits from behind the jump

giving the machine one

mighty thump – forget calling

the technical people – local

knowledge works a ...

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GULLS

Something is a-foot

(or should I say a-wing), so

be well aware of seagulls

and their artful schemes

around the shores and other

inland haunts because they

know quite well how to

muck spread into our sun-

tanned faces and keep us

on our toes and our hands

primed for surprise attacks.

At first they sus you out

and look like butter wouldn’t

melt - hovering aroun...

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