Old time preacher

When the roll is called andthe bell is tolled and therighteous kneel at the last,I’ll be first in the queue todisappear into the blue andto leave behind what has passed. Still, even asthe dragons roar and breathe out firethere is life in the old dog yet( thanks to the vet ) Quietness has a sound…

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Bargains in the basement

ding dong ding dong ding dong what’s wrong? no bells? no-balls at cricket but this isn’t cricket and balls are not bells the sound of this country on Sunday has been bells for centuries and now silence no rings no dings things are not looking good…

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Toughing it out

There is quietness breeding out there, silence multiplies in the cold air, each frosted breath brings death to sound and footsteps gliding over icy ground make no noise. It’s a killer night, make no mistake, loneliness takes no prisoners…

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The pumice stone philosopher

You cannot edit once you have said it and that’s why we use Facebook and Twitter and what a waste of time those are, but if you put your foot in it, to extricate yourself from the shit there’s an edit option. For that bit of glam’ go Instagram but don’t show your Gran those…

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Twenty seven silences

What was out there is still, still there hiding in the hedgerows shining in the rainbows and slowly melting with the ice floes, everything goes but why go now?…

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The green screen

Synaptic messages crash, nerve endings screwed, you’d think they’d have used a different overlay. I’m in no position to say much, my sense of sight, sound and smell are gone. I still feel, can you touch me to see if I’m breathing. Nerves end in a brick wall and bounce back to replay my life,…

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