Serenity sold

She takes me down a peg or two do you know how that feels? I rise above it because she knows I love her and she always does what’s right…

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Cramming in the cookies

They said that every day spent in quarantine with your wife equates to seven years of a husbands life, If my wife sees this it’ll be another life that I’ve lost and I’m up to number seven already…

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The permanent playback

I was watching a video made a few years ago they put it on Vimeo they put me in a home. I got old you see before the DVD long before MTV and just before I go did I tell you that I was watching a video? I did? oh!…

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Time for a Martini

So many posting about the virus saying, why us? Placebo on the radio? a song that’s far too long and hard to swallow. Mud baths might follow and you can wallow in them but real men stand up and fight and don’t panic buy toilet rolls because that is not right. I’m alive and kicking…

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South Shields 1963

. Her eyes, lit coals burning holes through my skin I wanted to be and she wanted me and grandma called me in for my tea and she went off on her tricycle. first loves, I had a two-wheeled scooter made from the finest red tin I scootered that beauty everywhere,. her eyes still burned…

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A collection of cobwebs

Then there are times when love underlines everything. ‘I want the one I cannot have’ a line from the ‘Giant in the beanie hat’ and there is in that a great truth. The clock ticks along unaware of its song and we, unaware that time will always be there, but sadly not always for us…

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Love

There may be a thousand ways to say this, a kiss is but one of them…

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That funny feeling

The fantasy comes on so suddenly and makes me think, ‘altered reality’ but in reality, it is as it is and that’s just a fantasy, she haunts me. But I’m older by a whisker eight lives gone and now a whisper of a former self. If I woke in the collider beside her, we could…

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Portholes

I saw torment behind two eyes in the face of my reflection and for a moment I was surprised that these eyes looked inwards on me. then it dawned we are the shores that race down to the sea we are the oceans that we long to be we just have to look and the…

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Chance

Tonight I might win the lottery and wouldn’t that be rhyming poetry? I’m not holding my breath when every ball drawn is a bit more than the death of that dream. If I don’t win I shall dive into the eyes of the woman I love and swim until I am tired…

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More than Casablanca

Of all the walls in all the world you ended up on mine and I’m very glad you took the time] to climb it. In the old town atop the hill where the fortress stood and stands there still she stands there waiting, The sky caves in as the Muezzin calls ancient girls in even…

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The longitudinal twitch

They put it down to the environment, which in my opinion is, the sixth element. Maybe it’s just a rumour, I humour myself with this thought. Then imagination takes over and the tenement rises above me and I’m trapped, but she loves me and suddenly the walls fall. When the sea is your home, ozone…

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ta da

introducing Monday. it’s rain, she said, not rocket science, but it’s Monday and how can that be? she tortured me with tales of precipitation, cloud formation, when all I wanted was a hot cup of tea. Monday is like the prodigal mostly wonderful and sometimes magical at times I can’t wait to see it return…

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They’re coming from somewhere and going to somewhere and I’m in the middle of nowhere, but that’s fine by me, it’s just a something and nothing to get upset about. It’d be raining and that’s why I am slightly off centre, there’s a dent in the circle the world’s gone awry I’m dry though thanks…

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The meetups

    Though we knew it was Rio we didn’t like to say so,   I saw her in Dresden she was drinking tequila in the Louisengarten   and later at the Club Koralle I made a pal for life,   but we both knew it was Rio where the movements we made were so…

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The visitors

    Looking at lilacs as the hour of midnight comes near and like my poetry, unclear, but I write,   And on the podium where opium is a pipe dream I lean into the light that I see.   Me! screamed someone I knew and it was me.   Always damn daffodils always them…

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Eleven steps

    When I become the colours of the sun that shine through Autumn and her hair I will be there in every rainbow watching rain blow with the wind.   Willing back the sand that drops so casually from the glass she holds within her hand, I stand with my arms outstretched, my head…

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The deluge

    Let’s start with the forty days, forty days to drown in your sorrows and forty nights to think all those tomorrow’s were never to be,   hey drown anyway.   Some days like some today’s should be, but are not necessarily all that they’re cracked up to be or is that just me…

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