Jigsaw pieces

The reflection came too late and now I must wait, for the mirror is fogged. Dogged by the memory of the years that passed by me, I see shadows, halo’s of lights. I fight my way up no use staying here not when the new year is on the horizon.. It’s funny. I always trust…

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Wasting it

The cows came in twice a day and usually for milking, sometimes if it rained they came in anyway looking for shelter looking for hay I used to sit and count the ears on a sheaf of corn wishing I hadn’t been born into this, wishing that Julie Andrews would kiss me instead of Dick…

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jenny

She spins stories like spiders spin webs I am spellbound…

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Target

Into those dreams where one leans toward the inevitable where unless it’s reversible it’s final, I go armed. Fear lays a finger that weighs like a ton where some wouldn’t feel it I cock my gun. A barrage of bleary eyes hide behind red tinted glass and I try to pass each day unnoticed…

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Treasures

If to reach out and hold the sparkles of the heaven’s jewels is for fools I’m cool with it I wanna bounce stars off my eyes shoot hoops with those rings and paint Mars blue until the new day brings me back to the reality that some call normality I reach out constantly it suits…

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Forgotten lines

Tesco’s jammed Asda’s rammed Sainsbury’s dropping like ham off the bone I’m heading home to the market town getting down with the real stuff. I hope the still’s still there and breathing steam into the cold night air well you’ve got to have a tipple or two, you.. (..they should have put that in Oliver)…

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Snowdrop mountains

It was the night before the night before the day that we were waiting for, lots more time to sit and wonder what it was that Santa had hid under his belt, anyway the day would come and we’d get up to have that fun and dad would say, ooh how nice, dark rum, even though…

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Idle thoughts

It was a hot time for a cold war but we got what we paid for, I’m thankful we didn’t get more than we bargained for, but we’d have paid for that too…

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New church

The way she undresses me slowly in the vestibule, makes me feel totally Holy…

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The minute waltz

A pulse is something you can put your finger on, but an impulse is something you go on, an idea that takes you from here, I was there once on the off chance that here was a chance but in the end there was no chance, I take no risks, my finger’s always on the…

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Crimbo a go-go

Today is one more away from the day that wore yesterday’s veil. if I fail against all the odds and sods of a day like today I deserve to repeat my mistakes and if what takes it gives it I’ve got some coming. They’re finding it within their hearts to expose the gentler side talking…

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Compass reading

We’re supposed to open the air vent, cement ourselves to the oxygen supply? and pray tell me why? I want to float in the endless avenue of an infinite space live in the vacuum with enough room to manoeuvre. But we’ve been conditioned to breathe and think it’s an automatic reflex, an impulse they say…

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Short not sweet

They talk here of immigrants as if that had any relevance to the man on the street who came to meet tomorrow head on and they want us gone, what the fuk’s wrong with them?…

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Get a job, they said

Ebenezer’s got his knees under the table watching movies on your cable TV, Scrooge gets it all for free or didn’t you know? And we came down from the trees for this? Fight for what we get and when we get we get little or nothing and nothing’s about the measure of it, we’re being…

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Going home

It possesses you depresses you but you’re Morecambe rock through and through. I approach the trough of Bowland Northwest lowland, but high land and wooded too new ideas spring to mind yet like the branches of a tree I unwind into a Winter sleep ideas will keep they always do…

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Lost luggage

What if, what if became what when? what then? and if then when what if became if what? I lose the plot, but can you see me trapped in my own duplicity?…

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‘that undiscovered country’

The coliseum saw them ‘Romans and countrymen’ peasants and patriots chariots and Gods. In the penny arcades where slots are played and lots are lost to the World, the butler saw it all saw the rise and fall of the empire hell fire I think he may have engineered it. we’ll all take a big…

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Sixty five pence

Not a poem to be found it looks like the rhymes have joined the underground. subversive little shits ungrateful swines, apoplexy rhymes with what? sexy? not a chance, not in the mood for mince pies or romance and look the rhymes are returning well fuk ’em I’m burning the book and renting a video I’ll…

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