Cost cutting stitches in time

Even now

I can still see them

my Mothers cutting out scissors

a worshipped remembered item

quite heavy for her lady-like slim fingers

snipping away around the edges of paper patterns

so flimsy and soft

just like the tissues she used to wipe my little girl nose

especially in Winter times

 

memories from more than half a lifetime away

the constant openings and closi...

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Angst of being a Macky D addict

Motorway gridlock.

I'm slowed to a halt

behind a cattle transporter

 

one of the cows puts its snout

through a rope grill

watching this

a burden of carnivorous guilt comes

to rest its heavy weight on my mind

 

without warning I become a combination

of myself and that poor animal

 

as myself inside the mind of this animal

I'm in a death fearing state

and...

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Ode to a dying flower

I see you withering as nature decree's 

lovely Rose

bowing your beautiful head

and expiring from so beloved a presence

 

you were a participant of perfection

a daily miracle that once

capitulated with the Sun and the rain

 

sadly, gone shall you soon be

stooped with age-d growth

to slumber in your scarlet haven of repose

 

although one of so many

all will ...

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Swimming with loan sharks

From the black marketesque seas

they come

to encircle your island home

while you for the time being

carry on thinking

that all is plain sailing above the water line

 

BUT!

have you prepared for the tsunamis of an emergency?

when you might have no other discredited choice

than to allow the Great White teeth of these payday substituting predators

to sink in and bleed...

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Hang about! death is dead good!

HE TAKES AWAY ALL SUFFERINGS

HE TAKES AWAY ALL PAIN

HE TAKES AWAY INCLEMENT WEATHER

HE TAKES AWAY TOO MUCH SNOW HEAT OR RAIN

HE TAKES AWAY BILL PAYING

HE TAKES AWAY FAMINE DISASTERS WAR

HE TAKES AWAY YOUR OLD BODY

HE TAKES AWAY ITS EVERY PHYSICAL FLAW

HE TAKES AWAY POOR MENTAL HEALTH

HE TAKES AWAY THE CURSE OF POVERTY

HE TAKES AWAY THE DEVILS STEALTH

HE TAKES AWAY ...

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What being here consists of

A varying taste of existence between two slices of the unknown 

A forced feeding of time you cannot spit out

A toilet papered story of your life for wiping eternities backside

A place in the queue lining up for rigor-mortis

A baby (you) made to jump an indeterminate number of yearly fences

A listing of your decaying name on a menu for worms

A loan from the bank of creation requir...

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Zest

A newfound fire burns bright within me

that cannot be put out by lifes rain

my soul now flies where sadness is unable to follow

and cloak me with its pain

my spirit defies any chainings treads not unwarily into sorrows cage

my mind laughs in the faces of hatred and evil to hear them screaming in a frustrated rage

and should darknesses think they own my soul at anytime think its t...

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Closure

Broken.

We can't exchange smiles

or the word yes anymore

 

this isn't just a one-off repairable thing

it is one of many things

that have lost their once bright colours

to the supremacy of darkness

 

the coldness of your heart

has now found its way to all I can see before me

there is nothing but the look of nothing in your eyes

any desire you had for me has falle...

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Cranial evictions

Unravelled minds

leashed to enigmatic wastelands 

wanderers of thought-emptied landscapes

where remnants of the past will never again flare

such scorning grinding mental starvations

covert damagings stemming the supply of sanity

unpicking memories down to the bone

hoarding futures

stealing souls 

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Squanderers

Times of youthfulness like old photographs inevitably fade

those gone days in which the suns glorious stay 

seemed never to be by every nights impostion too soon waylaid

and oh!their companion JOY! a happy short lived spirit free of age

how he uncaged and lead their carefree souls in a naive dance

offering its false promise of eternal light and endless love

while above the predat...

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aT eACh oThErs tHrOaT

Schizo probs?

I don't have them

do we?

 

oh don't listen to him!

we'll tell you anything

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Permanent solution for the unfaithfuls

He had told her

that the only way they could be together forever

would be in eternity

she believing him

 

it was later that day

that their bodies were removed

from the exhaust fume filled car

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The way to learn nothing

You must

said the so-called wise

forget the past

so I took their advice

and carried on

making the same old mistakes

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Heartisically

This really being in love!

is like being in a paradisal painting

every new morning adding more beauty to the picture

vibrantly brushing over the old dark colours of my lonely past,

turning  my life into a living masterpiece!

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Shadow jealousy

Struggling up this hill

challenges the old guys age

but poses no problem

for his insubstantial companion

 

oh no! he can even manage it lying down!

no aching joints or defiant lungs 

in his fleshless, boneless body

 

he WOULD find it easy!

that voiceless inhuman negative

since it is the old guy who is obliged

to keep him in tow

 

and despite the fact that ...

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Water music

Ceaseless, thunderous

unfolding orchestrations

 

subsiding into

whispering adagios

 

blue-green orchestrations

played out

on golden grained keyboards.

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Hurrah for the bread salvagers!

( as mentioned to Tom Harding in a comment on his recent wonderful poem and amazing sketch! )

 

This is my Gran

in Granddads fully bread loaded van

having rescued all the skip intended bread that they can

its all in date so its not too late

to freely deliver it to those individuals and community groups

struggling with high prices of late ( BOO! )

brown loaves, white loaves,...

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Or is the road to revival too rocky?

I'll go on praying for that day to come

when we have all learned to be as one

all bitternesses gone from between our nations

 

our weaponries be left to rust

no more will death fall from the skies

only birds and butterflies will wing above us

 

we're born of stardust and our earthly time is golden

let nothing else but truth and love grow in each souls garden

 

brot...

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While the Sun sleeps

Glowing windows of  residences

stepping their ways down and

terracing the hillsides

sparkling like fallen stars

until surrendering

to the superior congregation

of the nights darkness.

 

Sheep, effigies of Godliness

whitely contrasting with the tenebrous gloom

bleating anthologies of pitifulness

 

Perched, an Owl unfolds

and paley ascends, predatorily, ghostl...

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tangled pattern

Am I right or brave enough to think that 

I can beat death to the punch whenever I choose

or to continue in helping to wear out the earths skin

until time orders her to hold me in a clay fist?

 

Have I wasted her supportiveness

by blindly acting as the King of fools

while stupidly believing this IS the real me?

 

where among the onion skins of my nature

will I find th...

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Discarded

Made to go on

trying to survive 

outside of your heart

has changed my name to sorrow

 

I walk through shadows

that depend on hope

to supplement my way

 

the path that feels

as if it is taking me beyond death

towards an imprisoning destination

for lost souls

 

emptied of all consolations

bedded on loves dying embers 

of what was that you have determin...

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hands on

hurriedly dressing and annihilating brekky

in a flash of minutes

I am four-wheeling away

to where I can display my god given nature

to those at the end of life's queue

an underprivileged world away

from the better-off world

that they have a right to be sharing

it is essential that I and the well-heeled

walk in poor shoes before we can hug our worthinesses

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