What’s changed?

We did it then? busted through to get to god knows when, a new year, blue year, do I know what year? but it’s done now anyhow so what’s the use in me denying that the new year’s just the old year doing its dying. I glue feathers on my arms and I am flying,…

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The chase

Run and we run, try catch it and there’s some who have no time. Chasing it, racing the clock, but when the cock crows thrice in the early hours of dawn we are dwarfed as we’re born and we stumble, groan and crawl until we walk and we talk and we run and we run…

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‘The time is now’, said the wolf

Asleep on a pallet and we let Lords leap on by and while the hungry men starve we watch as they die. The old year will pass into recency, oh the indecency of history is such a lying pig and while the pig’s at the trough tickling its snout there is the poor man with…

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If only life was a colouring book…

..and then we could colour in, madly fall fuller in and because colouring can be erased we can do it for days and days and if the years pass me by I’ll just colour me one more blue sky. Dot to dot’s duller we only need colour and crayon to make a day go on…

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Night vision

To go beyond set boundaries, to sail into uncharted seas and more importantly, to be at ease when you explore this and this alone is what life’s for. To Love, to see the stars up in the heavens above and not to wonder why they’re there, but to wonder why we cannot fly to where…

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The cuckoo clockmaker

They’ll rearrange your molecules, use tools you never saw before and send you back to work. Welcome to the magic store, now you see it, now you don’t. Won’t you sit right there for me the service that we offer’s free, would you like to look like me? we can arrange that. So the card…

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Selfies

It’s not for the want of wanting that I wish I wanted you, but you make it easier to make my mask and disappear into the blue. I could wonder all the wondering what this wonderful life has been and I’d never know the half of all those things I used to dream, but you…

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Fiddlesticks

Rudolph is stuck to the roof tiles Father asleep on the chair Santa is having some egg nog Mother is doing her hair, the children are all on the iPad something that I never had, all I ever got was Scalextric and that used to drive me quite mad. All the mince pies and the…

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A happy Christmas poem

I put it all on overkill if that don’t make ’em smile nothing will. In all of this, these mass creations I can’t seem to make and only fake short term relationships. When I sink I do it big time, twenty fathoms down the line and when I know it’s a mistake I pass another…

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Sick note

Down in snowman school where they learn how not to melt, well what fool goes in there? ‘Not I,’ I hear the snowball say, but as I watch the snowball trickles trickles effortlessly deathly which don’t ‘alf depress me away. So snowmen go to school and learn how to melt with dignity, a touch of…

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Tea cup

Storm clouds hanging heavy on the horizon moving slowly this way, that way, got my eyes on them, crawling ever on like a sniper with a gun that’s aimed at me. Secretly they fascinate, the way they lacerate the sky. Umbrella man with head held high can understand though cannot see the reason why the…

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The dead letter box

It was not about the wise men or Bethlehem or gifts of gold or old spice aftershave or who if anyone at all could save the most. jesus was hijacked, painted white brought to the West and ‘Bob’s yer uncle’ the rest is history. His story being lost along the way. In the Kingdom of…

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27 jewels

Pretend me a pen and let me know when I can write, pretend me a day pretend me a night pretend me the vision to write. ‘one two buckle my shoe’ or will you do it for me? She says, ‘that the boy is a man’ I can do that too, ‘one two buckle my…

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The shadow boxer

In the exploded plan of man I see no substance, a bit like skeleton shit a bit of bare bones. Clone me now ‘Scottie’ do a ‘Star Trek or ‘Mickey Mouse’ or even a ‘Shrek’ on me. Warp me to a Factor of three, infirmity and infinitely beyond anything where anyone can see except for…

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Piano lessons

Each key turns the touch to a key turning me into this what I see and what I see are the musical notes floating by. Grown men can cry. Where music fills the heart and soul and the whole brings peace. Oh, but there’s an eloquence to the scribbles jotted down on scraps of paper,…

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Night sweats

In a dream where what may be real is not seen and unreal is a feeling I have of being there, uncomprehending in a never ending unconsciousness where fear is the fashion, where my chips are finally cashed in. It dies and does not remain and supposing the pain was a part of it I…

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The elongated eyebrow

Nothing for nothing unless you put something in and what you get out is nowt like what you put in. Three blind mice didn’t get very far the Farmers wife drove a Mercedes Benz had a 40 gauge with a telescopic lens, blind or not the trio got shot, three blind mice. Not relevant? but…

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Rushes

Humanity waves to me from the gyratory system, a thousand and one cars an hour go by, I watch as a butterfly skips over a ladybird and the words of an old song come back to me. Humanity rules over long concrete highways, go nowhere, nobody cares if the mountains sink into the sea, the…

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Singalong a Santa

There will be homeless this Christmas, some not so old, There will be homeless this Christmas, out in the cold and there’ll be warmth and wine for some, that’s quite fine this Christmas. And while the Tories tell stories of pixies and elves there will be beggars on Broadway who talk to themselves, this Christmas…

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