The cut out

I saw rainbows that danced through the tears that we cried and we laughed then at the colours because something inside us was pushing us on, there will be the Sun there will also be rain. Inside salvage city someone saves me to be cut out and put out to grass, I become de facto the…

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Counting Corinthians

What number do we seventeen sixty three and does she number us so? In feeling less than it and still getting on with it head to the grindstone eyes on the goal I get the whole picture I am the prime number even as time jumbled me up I stumbled back up to get back…

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Drifter

This poetry’s for you it’s written in love can’t you see what you do? I have been far away on a road that was long writing words in the winds because for me being strong was the storm. In the poetry I find only insanity which must be a part of me but for the…

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Nineteen hundred and sixty memories

in the interval when the ice cream lady came we bought Kia Ora and a box of Poppets. I put my arm around her shoulders she said, it’s not that cold, I was hot chewing poppets and when the movie started I tried to kiss her but only once, she told me that she’d tell…

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The converted

I’ve seen Jerusalem full of Holy Men and Babylon where some had gone to let off steam, this I have truly seen. Truth. If every parable had been edible they could have fed more. just saying as I do something that you already knew.. ..and I’ve known Catholics with Kalashnikovs Protestants with nine mil glocks…

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Ambulance case

He was rocking to and fro so he had to be Jewish or crazy or was I being lazy in not asking? Multi tasking not my forte not even at sixty when I’m in the slow lane waiting in line for a Zimmer frame invented by (and here I’m just guessing but with a name…

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Anything out there?

I believe in nothing therefore I believe in something even if that something is nothing. this is like politics word viagra mind tricks skating fluid on the oil slicks nothing sticks and that’s something. I want a beer she wants De Beers, diamonds or porter? we water it down and go off into town…

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French leave

The slight whisper her breath my little death and every time that I die I try harder to live…

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Cranky old man

These young kids look for but don’t get it thinking Netflix, boosting kicks from butane, got no patination not old enough but the last generation seen it and deem it reprehensible that secondary modern education fails them because now they think they’re sensible brawling on Friday night crawling home Saturday morning, they have razors to…

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Livin’ the dream

I could have been a John Doe but you know I survived, I think I characterise ‘true grit’ with a little bit of fakery only making me human and at blood pressure I’m quite normal…

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On the never never

The traffic cam’s on Peter Pan but he flew on through the red. and it was Wendy led me down the path but I went willingly. One day when this has run its course, the well being dry I’ll take this horse to water. The lesson taught taught me well, well as well as it…

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The merrymaker

Mortality’s a dying art once we start there is an end. Most tend not to think of death even when every breath they take takes them closer to the close. Who knows things may change or maybe not I’ve got a soft spot for the doubters the hand wavers the shouters, but living’s still a…

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That Picasso thing

Exciting in its complexity and when it hits you its simplicity astounds you when all around you people search their whole lives long for that one song and the heart already knows it and you’ll know it too when, A: it reverberates B: it concentrates your mind and C: you will find it in all…

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There once was…

“There once was an ugly duckling” which tasted exactly the same as the other prettier ducklings. on that note I bid you all g’nite early to bed and early to rise makes John happy, bright and gay all day, well maybe not gay but certainly happy and bright…

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The rest home

I like the woodshed, a smell of wet putty and dead paint, but they wheel me out occasionally for a function and it blows the cobwebs off me although I no longer care. Once I was the cream of the crop and now, just yesterdays fare. It seems the seams have come away, afraid now…

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Shopping sideways

The first thing you hear is, ‘are you looking for God’ my answer is, no I am looking for a way out and not to the car park. A stark reminder if that’s what it takes that you only find Jeezus when everything else what you believed was in life breaks. These are the dangerous…

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Drinking the Nile

Horus without his eyes could see the lies that told untruths to him but felt the seed grow deep within that pinned hope to his heart and sin? the many or the few knew what the riddle was, the sphinx not being one of them. I was one among the many men who travelled chaotic…

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The rum punch

What you can do if you can is get through this as a man. Easier than it sounds when the ground’s always opening up to swallow you and you want people to follow you? you must be joking. if you look good you’ll do good and I could believe what I’ve read, if I sat…

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