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Just an oddball outsider wanting to share. Inspired by John Copper Clarke, Mike Garry,The Dylan's, Keats, Ginsburg etc. I'm 50. Always had thoughts, decided one day to write them down.


The Cuckoo & the Fledgeling Meet The cuckoo and the fledgling meet No song to sing, no dawn to greet Sullen days, to the refuge retreat Down the rabbit hole, exit lights my back What disorientating & the degrading lack Falls not free no terraferma, just terror, black Knowledge & energy collide to confuse Fever then to plague, no soul to transfuse Attacked from inside, fuck it, light the fuse Dealing with adversity, the King is crowned Ploughing your mind, turns over the same ground Silence is a metaphor for I'm not a sound Humming whispers, mumbling spite Tender is the night, harsh is the light Never promised me a gentle night Dragged the lake, pulled out something No dissolve & forget, still foreshadowing The bell tolls me back, still floundering Bittersweet tales from clowns to emperors From launderers, adulterers & silence murderers & in-between, quietly creep away from collaborators Desolate but still undaunted, we explore The still corpse lays, floating on the floor Attacked from inside, confusion leeches every pore Even in a quiet storm safe shelters find A child a book a cat a look, a mind Catharsis for the introvert, extrovert maligned The weight of all & nothing bends my back The thief stole what was mine, without giving back Devaluation of life, reevaluation of impressionistic Bound in a nutshell, alone with everybody No nightingale sings, sounds of the foolhardy Reverence for your own silence, a divine comedy Self serving instructions, deals indiscreet lies No rules here, only pornography supplies The cuckoo and the fledgling cries Sounds are the sensation produced by stimulation of the organs of hearing by vibrations transmitted through the air or other medium.

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Ian Whiteley

Sun 1st Jan 2017 19:55

thanks for commenting on 'Olive' Jeff

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David Cooke

Wed 28th Dec 2016 22:35

Hi Jeffl Thanks for comms on my photo girl. David

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AM Cash

Sun 18th Dec 2016 22:20

Well done on poem of the week, though The Cuckoo... Is still my favourite. Danny Boyle was a founder of Home in Manchester, a great place and somewhere close to my heart, he is gearing up for Trainspotting 2, I expect he will do a q&a there. Do not know himself though.

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Sun 18th Dec 2016 21:48

Just come back from seeing trainspotting live in London. They played the Smiths perfectly. Jeff....

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AM Cash

Sun 18th Dec 2016 15:14

I love John Cooper Clarke too .... From the same city.

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AM Cash

Sun 18th Dec 2016 15:13

Hi Jeff, appreciate the positive feedback!

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