Learning the language

There is trepidation as to what we will find when we wind the year on, twenty eighteen gone and twenty nineteen taking up the baton but it’s all for the best and it will get better heartaches will ease in this passing of the old year and here for what it’s worth I give you…

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The streets of Christmas town

looking at crazy like you think it’s okay, what is it? whatever gets you through the day? people got to have their say? say it ain’t so. On the off chance it was just a trade I made a bet with madness and saw the sadness locked inside in so many people locked outside…

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I’m trying to remember the bit where Jesus fits in

When the ice is thin you need to walk on your tippy toes who knows what dangers lurk below? Me, me, I know. supermarket trolleys in three foot of ‘cut ‘ dead cats, rats, a few fish? don’t I wish. mostly Irish the navigators ate potaters King Edward variety irony? Christmas day coming up on…

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Sleepers

In this my garden of Gethsemane where I prayed The agony overtook me. The foreseeing of that which would come the being of the only Son, the pain of one was multiplied until the one cried out, my god my god why? Olives stuffed with pimiento a memento from the mount…

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Decanting the sherry

We built the snowman with white bricks and a sheet of blue tarpaulin then it started snowing, that’s sod’s law. Ebeneezer, he’s a geezer that we know and not a character from some old Dickensian tearjerker stopped by to say hello and collect the rent. and then we waited for the sleigh bells and we…

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Spinning the coin

So what is this strategy? Put the beggars and tramps in unsettlement camps take the homeless off the streets? I have yet to see a government plan that helps any man. The years go on the lines get longer the anger builds if only anger could build and replace dreams unfulfilled. That shower in power…

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The Testament

Three wise men, obviously not locals nor yokels searching for a King which has a certain ring to it, one could write a book about it. Shepherds watching a flock harping on about a star ‘put a sock in it’ came a voice from afar. You know the story, God and his never-ending glory and…

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Rubies bleed too

I wonder where would we be without China and tea and no cows for the milk no worms, no silk no Santa Claus, pause does Claus have an e on the end? I wonder. Lucky for me that I love Tennessee and Williams is luckier for that, but if the truth’s to be told we’re…

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Almost midnight

The poets like friends that I knew were just passing through, and the night tasted stranger as the words that flicked fingers like flames on my cheeks disappeared on the page. The danger was in the remaining in draining the last drop, but I found I could not stop and the cup of bitterness tasted…

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Talks to the reflection

What did you want, more? something better than the former? something later than the letter that was never sent did you want heaven sent? I have lost and it cost me I have won and it has done nothing for me so I remain still faithfully yours, strange? life is, thoughts are, but funnily enough…

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Opera house

I had an episode an overload, the golden claw of a yellow sun turned its gun on me, my inclination was to run. it’s a binary digit that scratches my eyes to find an irritating integer. Can you count on a man that preaches from a mountain? are you certain? Collating my thoughts to get…

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Getting off

Incidentally I have not bobbed for apples in a very long time ago when I was much younger, (you know how that feels) right? when the stars of the night held me spellbound and the ground that I walked on was virgin (to me) and the future was, well the future was what it would…

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Shop soiled

I should get on with the busy ness thank my lucky stars and curse a bit less but fuk it I’ll put that thought where it belongs which is in the box marked, can’t tell right from wrongs. Some go a mile a minute join everything and think they’re in it I think they’re on…

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Before the dream began

Do you hear me? can you see me? and if you do would you listen like you used to do? are you there with those painted hands that run through your long and silky hair? can you hear me now? It’s like the echo that reverberates the longing for and how it aches how long…

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Unfinishing a song

I never thought the stories true I could only read what was in you and you wrote life so slow and so very easy,……

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Painting Paris

In and out with the ebb and flow not knowing where or to what we know not, but we move irrespective of destinations which wait to unfold, we go and get old until we get older and some smart alec up there says, I could have toldya, it’s all in the stars But I think…

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The missing fourth

If you could read my mind I think that you’d find it’s in a foreign language. You’d read it anyway…

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Imprints

Just call me speedy and when you need me I will be there as quick as a flash or in no time at all which I’m sure is slightly faster than a flash. In my mind’s eye I try to assemble my life and put events in the right context, just one of the contests…

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Day

This could be it all or absolutely nothing at all…

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