Comics relief

    It would be rude not to make tea during the interlude,   she wants some cookies, I heard something different,   it’s hard to make tea with a black eye,…

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Glass curios

    Filled with an ocean of feeling her lips moved in slow motion   until those bottled up words broke free,   she became the tsunami and although she didn’t harm me, I drowned anyway…

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Seasides

These are the hot days the ones where you crunch through the shingle that lays  on the shore days, the ones where you strip and skinny dip in the bay days. So many ways to enjoy them but mostly by the sea…

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The tricks that light plays

    Cowering in the corner and waiting for the ghosts to go,   some will and some won’t know how that feels.   peeling back the crust -like skin reminding me of just how thin the line between sanity and madness really is.   We persevere because we’re here and now is how it…

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Sunday

The park is parked where it will always be, I can see the trees fidgeting in the early morning breeze as the larks lark about above the lake, I take pictures which seems pointless as these scenes are forever. And the church bells jump as they hear the tub begin to thump, knowing a sermon…

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Timeless

    Doing very well, so, who’s looking in the mirror at a ne’er do well?   the twain do meet along the path.   The sun cleaving its way through the covering of cloud.   The morning shouting the day out loud.   doing very well thank you very much…

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’67 or thereabouts

  The Hippie said, nice man, can I have a slice man. It was the summer of love before I knew what love was and what pain it could bring, where did all those flowers go and who sang the song? Under the Kaftan we got the drift on and moving on because that’s a…

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The fourpenny line

    How much poorer do we need to be? I’m talking financially, but socially impoverished is poverty too and that’s what they don’t want you to know.   they bulldozed their way through the old streets of yesterday and relocated the residents, in high rise, down town apartments where the rot set in,  …

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Windows ten

    I was asking Cortana is she had the answer but she didn’t understand the question…

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Lounging

  We only scratched at the surface where the mirror broke through water, watching distorted reflections as they cavorted with memories, Life drowns us in the luxury of not thinking we’re dying. And here we are drinking a beer at some bar and wondering what we do now. It’s going home time on the Central…

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Splinters

  Who then the policemen what come lock you away? Send me serpents snakes in the grass and die hard cowboys to head me off at the pass. Friday wrecks take a selfie and text your status as living the dream. But what about Babylon, Avalon. William Tell or Little John? all lost in translation,…

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Playing Scrabble

    ..and when she licked her lips I knew that trouble was brewing, see, it’s not what you do or don’t do it’s how you try to hide it   *this line edited out* ( to protect the innocent )   Anyway, I sat and took it like a man cried for my mam…

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Plaster of Paris

    They don’t make most things like they used to make most things.   The skill of the artist in the craft that they practice is hard to come across these days, these days of mass production have made for the masses, mutations and what we used to take for granted has gone,  …

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Cards

Someone I think, dealt out the idiot link and I appear to be chained to the deck…

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Conclusions

I still see even though they’ve blinded me with science, smoke and mirrors and I’m looking at all the old places but these are different times and they are different faces that look back on me, it’s like watching shadows walking until they disappear and to wonder why they are or if they are still…

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Formica top

    When you hear the ringtone, the dialling tone or any tone, put down the phone no one is at the other end there is no friend to chat too, you can’t get through to no one there.   As a very young man, I found that tying string to a tin can pulling…

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Wheel tappers

If poetry is everything the first and the last thing then you fit in quite well. If to create is to build then the world would be filled with imagination. And all around me from the dockyards to the foundry I find poetry if only I could paint it like Lowry but I can’t so…

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High rise hot

  To capture the scents of wild meadows, intense  exhilarating I’m still waiting for the wind to blow chimes for the arrival of Summer. But when I was knee high to a grasshopper and the ears of corn heard my laughter it was always sunshine…

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Changeable

searching for my Souwester, long Johns and a string vest, a dab of Vicks and in forty licks I’m out in the rain…

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