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Butterfly

Posted on 05/18/202505/18/2025 by admin

Flit and dance from flower to flowerGossamer wings of printed artRapturous beauty overpowersInstilling warmth in my beating heart.Bold against the drab grey surroundYou float unencumbered, light and freeA picture bursting with life expoundsIf only you could be with me.Save me from this boring dayLet me join on you on the wing,To feel the freedom without…

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Wild Cherry

Posted on 05/17/202505/17/2025 by admin

Spring brought forth the dusting of grandeurThe blossom exploding from baring bud,Showering lawns with lilac dander.A benediction bound in nature’s love.Branches laden, heavy with flowersSweet adulation in perfumed repose,Beauty distinct fragrant overpowersConsuming the senses is manic throes.Then it fruits, its summery shiftTo languish berries bright bursting redFor us to pick as the seasonal giftBefore the…

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Sweet for my sweet

Posted on 05/16/202505/16/2025 by admin

Befriended by a billowing beast Who came a knocking on my door Smiling in a bullish way Was a fearsome minotaur. ‘Excuse me sir, not to intrude But so you have some sugar you could lend? I’ve just moved into the neighbourhood, I hope such Impertinence doesn’t offend.’ Nervously i filled the sugar bowl He…

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Ode to Attention Deficit Disorder

Posted on 05/14/2025 by admin

Sweet ADD, you groovy sod,My jumbled thoughts often plod,Turning them from mush to rotting cod.And back once more again. You are the daily affliction,Making reality into rites of fictionOf garbled commands on a mission,Firing through my brain. Random and fidgeting on the chair,Like a person without any other cares,Though really, I’m just full of empty…

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Night Terrors

Posted on 05/14/202505/14/2025 by admin

Sleep calls, its siren song soundsFilling synapses with treacle toxinSluggishly eyes falter, breath deepens.Reality falls away.Anxiety ascends to its throne,Taking charge, parading crystalline hateIn celluloid reels, images encrustedSpattered and damaged.Fists start to clenchPounding pillows, trying to saveTrying to free those innocents,Away from the nightmarish thugsVapours in the mind.Foot kicks and kicks once more,As fist finally…

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The trappings of indentured slaves

Posted on 05/14/202505/14/2025 by admin

Broken, bending, callous forming,Fingers raw from scrubbing harder,Another toil with day dawningFor the pittance from the masterFaceless who courts disaster.In turn hounded and made to brave,The trappings of indentured slaves. We sold our souls, a brass penny,Nurtured in capital’s iron grip,Our labour forced, no solidarity,Workers spirit bound to the hip,Thatcher’s legacy turns all to shit.In…

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Rise Up

Posted on 05/14/202505/14/2025 by admin

This was written when Johnson was still in power and with subsequent leaders still chasing the right wing votes, it has still a very clear message. Aspire to be better, forge aheadUnless your disabled, poor or dead.There is nothing left for you to shed.Just keep quiet and bugger off. Do not shout or seek to…

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Tiredness

Posted on 05/14/2025 by admin

Tiredness limps languidly loppingThrough the recesses of my mindWashing every shadowy corner harbouring lightWith its sombre grey mirth.It’s dirge, a cadence of twisted painEntwining all in its melody of madnessRobbing all of Self.The harrowing trumpet call causing walls to crumbleAnd the soul’s Jericho to fall.Lying dirty dusty dishevelledAs tiredness limps languidly lopping by.

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Home

Posted on 05/14/202505/14/2025 by admin

“Wherever I lay my hat”, he saidInferring home was there.A state of belonging bound in feltAnchored in darkest millinery.He had his hat; his hat was home.The putrid hostel beds and often doorwaysAlways home to him,Never mind the ice-cold fingers,Ripping at his worn sleeping bagStorm after storm assaulted the city.He was warm within himself.He had his…

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Tall Tales (2021)

Posted on 05/14/202505/14/2025 by admin

I wrote this when I was 49 to explain why my kids had often distrusted my rather tall tales The grandfathers on both family sides,The Jew, The Scot, mischievous and rude.Handed down tall tales and sarcastic replies,To which I hope I can only improve. Telling their stories, incredibly stretched,A sufferance my kids often endured,But now…

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