The agony aunt

…and when we’re broken, down and out, what then? ah, and they’ll tell you, build your walls back up again but citadels are made to fall so building walls is just a self fulfilling prophecy. Matching back the pieces patching up the cracks life is one big jigsaw but what helped me to see was…

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Orienteering

I never thought I’d get there to sixty two, but where the fuk am I? heading to the fountain watching as this mountain crumbles. he mumbles, fumbles in his pocket pulls out a handkerchief (initialled in the corner ) because one cannot be too careful wipes away a tear from the one good eye I…

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Reads the ingredients and licks the spoon

In the film of my life I play a cameo role, a lost soul looking out from his rabbit hole. When the jet goes through the poodle which looks awfully like a cloud and the poodle dissolves into a puddle I’ll breathe out aloud, but let the puddle rain in Rainham, because Birmingham’s full of…

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It could always be real

Jumping hurdles as if we’re in a steeplechase but this is not a race there are no prizes although there are surprises life really does take the biscuit. My hand’s in the cookie jar not very far if life can get some so can I. hey you have to try or what’s the point?…

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Crosses his heart

“May the Lord grant mercy to the house of Onesiphorus, for he often refreshed me, and was not ashamed of my chain, but when he was in Rome, he sought me diligently, and found me (the Lord grant to him to find the Lord’s mercy on that day); and in how many things he served…

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The egg and spoon race

It wasn’t about the losers it was about those that didn’t win and he gives a wry grin at that not being politically correct. I thought aloud, if everyone’s a winner what is the point to enter? where is the satisfaction to be gained? even heroes want the glory and if no one gets first prize…

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Almost human

I hear the ocean more and more and yet can’t hear what you say, the shingle song carries me on and the tide takes me away. I expect it is age related ebbing as I am or it could be that I’m saturated with the stress of being a man. I see equations in the…

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Made in Britain, probably.

‘I want that one’, said someone and no one replied, ‘you’ll get what you’re given’ and someone’s hands were tied. I dream of high wire walking across Niagara falls. I fell and wouldn’t you know the water far below swallowed me and so a Jonah I shall be ‘but you’re a Romany’, said Heather, who…

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Laments

Another highball before I fall of this chair one more drink to down do I dare? There is nothing in the stars the cards the tea leaves and who believes all that mumbo jumbo anyway? Cold hard facts stack up like building blocks. Am I there yet? but where is there? one more highball and…

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White horses

Her lips crash against me in her great sea I am small fry. and the trickle of sand becomes like rains from her hand a deluge in this land of the parched. A sign, beware there be dragon, makes me get a move on as she makes her move on me and her lips crash…

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The inmates

Anonymity does not limit me in the corridors of insanity where conformity is not a word used. True to their words the guards of the wards ward off the devil that tries to bring me down to his level, but I can rise above it on a carpet from Baghdad sold to me by Sinbad…

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Cousteau knew

. I wonder why it’s called human nature when it’s becoming less natural, saturated with fats monosodium’s appear to fascinate must be something in the glue to make it so. No wonder those on Star Trek boldly go except for jean Luc he baldly goes, I save the shaved ones for last…

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Crab pate

Patience? we’re all bloody patients in the new Bethlehem where men are men and sometimes Napoleon, patience? I have lots…

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The pixel collators

They’ll try to overwrite me with what they say’ll delight me, not bleedin’ likely says I. There’ll be no final curtains for these internal workings no not bleedin’ likely says I. That movement afoot is ready to kick me from pillar to post and the most I could hope for has already left by the…

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Second on the left and through the door marked tomorrow

The sands will trickle on until the mountain’s are all but gone and the seas turn their backs on the land Daylight will crash and break and inhaling shards of white glass will take my breath away and it’s here for a day and done no point to linger on the journey we make’s just…

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The summer song

We’ll turn into parchment or vellum this heat is hell on your skin. Garters to keep up my socks pectoral muscles hard as rocks a stiff upper lip and an active mind i think you’ll find that I’m in working order. Not ready yet for the knackers yard or for the great referee to give…

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Striking chords

There is no one sound associated with life and what we have to give. Yes and yet silence exists, we look for and find tranquillity in an ordered mind. Some build the wall and though perception is all they block it out, some are so certain that they draw a curtain blocking sound out. I tiptoe…

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Unlikely to be an anagram

Change the name you end up mean, I don’t or never did do as I was bid until the time changed a mite and she was there in the night asking me to be me but differently. If there’s a million reasons to wonder why, I wonder why adds to the sum which is equal…

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Veils

I’m going in on through do you want to too? let’s go through together. I think my Karma goes arm in arm with her and she holds my hand…

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Are we there yet again

Cast off stop knitting start swimming we’re all drowning. it’s not quite time but it’s a quiet time and that’s good enough. Someone takes pity in New York city and drops me a dime but the city is played out like an overworked mine and a dime is all I expect. Dreams. On the streets…

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