The possible optimist

    When they say, ‘in the not too distant’ I wonder, how far does the future extend? and if it’s more than a days walk I don’t think I’ll bother at least ’til next Summer when the weather is warmer…

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Him and I

    Talks in Aramaic paints in acrylic, a mixture of language and time in his hands.   Stands in the corner watches the curvature, the universe he spies never lies.   Building scale models of historical figures from matchsticks he found in the ashtrays of tutors.   And you’ll make a fuss, say that…

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Church windows

    If Jesus truly wants me to be a Sunbeam, it’s time he made me a star.   Now, if he or she doesn’t smote me or smite me I think we might have a deal…

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Crumplestiltskin

    Handsome, and some and scandalously so.. ‘…go on, you’re a swan’   At the dawn of time we woke, you spoke,   the alarm went off the lights came on, the industrial revolution and then we were gone and only the nursery rhymes remained…

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Resignation

    Stepping over drunkards who sang their psalms into the cracks that fell through sidewalks, (he talks with spirits)   I settled in the corner seat on the high street deli’ which sells salt beef on rye and watched the world go by as one is wont to do.   An hour or two…

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Loss adjustment

  The wife told me, it had to go, the jacket was so old and tatty, but you know to me it was a friend. I held a farewell service put it in a plastic bag now life doesn’t seem the same. And I suppose another jacket will want to take its place she said…

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Another ramble

    Powerful testimonies, if any, are lost in the falling when someone is calling time and someone always does.   We find our own salvation through trial and error and mistakes are all it takes to fall.   You can swear on the bible or on a loaf of bread, it’s what is in…

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The living room

Told that September would come we ran through the rays of a weakening sun preserving the heat for the long days ahead. We could all stay in bed until July and why not? such a lot to do and there was never enough hours in the day, the week, the year, the life of a…

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Sunday

    Blackberries dripping with Summer dew and you with stains on your patterned shirt.   Alert to the possibility that death could be the death of me I decline to climb the tallest tree and sit down on a rock.   I remember the taste which was yesterday, things taste differently today.   My…

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Scribbles #27

    I forgot, because I’m getting old and it’s getting harder to remember when forgetting is so easy,   where was I? oh yes, those days and I’m not sure anymore which days were the days but for the life of me, I can’t remember why.   So I wander through the landscape to…

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Sugar

    It’s just a programme setting that we’re set in, the scenes can change, the outcome, never…   ..and very clever   Basic.   what if…then.. ? Gosub 50.. that’s the default   language couldn’t be neater sweeter, can’t beat a bit of binary to add the graphics…

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Horseshoe corner and beyond

    The day came in and it was like bowling nine pins, we all went down to the market town, kids on a mission to have some fun.   Fred, the fruit and veg man who had just opened up his stall gave us all a Granny Smith’s, green and sweet and the fish…

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Psalms on account

    Sunday for the churchgoer the sower of the seed I’m at home relaxing with everything I need.   In the flock, there’s always that one who tends to dawdle and to stray, leading poor old shep the sheepdog when it hides, to seek away.   And from the pew religion too, from the…

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The toss of a coin

    I made my wish in the wishing well, wishing for a lady like you and that was the day the well decided to pay and made my wish come true.   The well was made somewhere in China using foam and a polystyrene glue but it worked magic for me, try it and…

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Seduction

  This is like watching a replay, the sky looks exactly the same as it did yesterday,  dull grey. or it’s possible that I am stuck in a loop a program gone wrong, cold duck soup. But what if, I’m no longer? longing for one final time to beat into this heart of mine is…

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Seasides

These are the hot days the ones where you crunch through the shingle that lays  on the shore days, the ones where you strip and skinny dip in the bay days. So many ways to enjoy them but mostly by the sea…

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The tricks that light plays

    Cowering in the corner and waiting for the ghosts to go,   some will and some won’t know how that feels.   peeling back the crust -like skin reminding me of just how thin the line between sanity and madness really is.   We persevere because we’re here and now is how it…

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Sunday

The park is parked where it will always be, I can see the trees fidgeting in the early morning breeze as the larks lark about above the lake, I take pictures which seems pointless as these scenes are forever. And the church bells jump as they hear the tub begin to thump, knowing a sermon…

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A touch of being touched

The module I handed in was ( at the time ) engaged in a Lunar landing, in that unbelievable moment of madness I took leave of my senses, but they’ll remember me now. Up there at NASA it’s not a case of mi casa su casa and Trump got the jump on me, now I’m…

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Star wreck

    Playing games back with the shameless.   Head I win and then tail off.   The future is not what we thought it would be it’s just a replay of past history and when you’ve seen it all before it should come as no surprise.   Medici’s out to teach me what I’m…

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