a blank piece of paper,
blows in the wind,
skids over people
ducks under bridges
this heavenly graffiti;
passes a litmus test
of meaninglessness, yet:
illuminates manuscripts,
tracks lovers' letters
random epistolary cards,
despatches from the front
in black-lined envelopes,
disquisitions on semiotics
written enticingly
in small handwriting
fabulous confabulations
stutteri...

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Why oh why

Are my eyes so dry?

With the weeping days I live

And the sorrows that make me cry

There is no time left to find

A heart that allows me to breath

Granting an experience to feel kind

A lesser worry to conquer my mind

With every eye that blinks

And stares and withers

With every muscle that shrinks

And thoughts that gives you shivers

Today ...

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Steam rises from vents and grates

The back-alley dumpsters are scattered

Whilst the smell of once fresh meat

And hot grease pervades the night

A guy in white uniform and lazy trousers

Sits on a crate making his smoke last

And looking into nowhere

Oblivious to the world

Oblivious to what is happening

A block away from the intersection

Oblivious to the freezing dri...

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To you oh amphibious one do I write

this tribute most deserving

To he who is either frog or toad,

depending on exactly what mode

A human being classifies your

mysterious and bulbous eyes

Depending on the shape or size

The scaly skin you wear like a mink coat 

You are the aristocracy of the moat

The pond or lake with green and slimy frill

Where your peers and serv...

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My head an oaken cask

Smokey, scotch-stained mind

Permeating in darkness aged

The golden nectar of perception

Blended grains of process

Fermenting in the quiet dark

Until the time is right to be released

Time to test the dormant spirits

Enticed now by liquid reason

Drunk upon aged perception

Mental acuity ambles aimlessly

Unfiltered words tumble free

Mixing...

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Wearing a gray raincoat, with an unsteady walk,

The rain was so sad and didn't want to talk.

He remembered those sweet and beautiful days

When the butterflies flew among the warm bays.

He remembered a nightingale singing a song

And it looked as if nothing was wrong.

Now autumn melancholy and sadness

Replaced the joy of summer happiness.

The rain came acr...

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My first concert…I was 18 years of age.

I found myself at the foot of the stage.

Lights went low, I dashed from my seat.

And I found myself at Marc Bolan’s feet!

28th February, New Brighton Floral Hall.

I was hit by the dirty sound of a Les Paul!

T.Rex appeared…the audience roared.

Then Bolan let rip that famous E chord!

20th Century Boy, kicked off the show.

A...

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This mellow season wrought of change

Turns a fragile moment on its potter’s wheel

Pale sunshine clasping the ripple of leaves

The gallop of muscular cumulous

Migratory flights of wintering exiles

Summoned by generations of calling

Polished light and liminal shadows

Rise perfect from eloquent spinning

Finish the form with satisfied fingers

Sweep spu...

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Dear absent friend
Are you still there?
Do you still lurk in the places we used to?
Or have you moved on to pastures new?

Dear absent friend
Do I ever cross your mind?
Even on days with no rain from the skies 
It rains from my eyes

Dear absent friend
I long to hear your voice
For your asks I could not fulfill 
But I miss you still 

Dear absent friend
I hope that you are happy
H...

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“Run away”

That's what they say

“It's how you get the pain to go away”

So I ran until my mind went black

I ran until my lungs burned

And my legs quaked 

I fell into a ball

I crumbled to the ground

I Screamed and Cried

I tried to let it all out

In reality you can never escape 

If all your crying for your Mother to change

“Your being manipulative”

“Your being l...

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I'm sorry

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There isn’t enough hugs that grandma can give me that I’ll be satisfied with 

If I could I would enveloped myself in her arms for eternity 

The safeness that I feel within her warm embrace is not something this world can replicate 

She embodies the love that people in this world long after

Her love shines brightly on her face whenever she sees me 

And my cheeks can’t help but hurt w...

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The bus is double decked for fear

that those below might come too near,

and break the spell of motions peace

where trials and tribulations cease.

I float above the addled Streets

on clouds of ruined ragged seats,

I see the penned in office slaves

computer screens, like headstoned graves...

Traversing through this fashioned feast

I'm swallowed by some other...

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Poem 118 of 230:  WHALLEY ABBEY...WHAT TALES? - AUTUMN 2000

Cistercian monks have clearly been -
    Their Abbey’s ruins can still be seen;                                                                                                                                                          Lords of the grounds have, more lately, stayed -
    Their manor houses reused and unscathed;
And, so...

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"It's right to target those who need it most,"
the reaver said. Her eyes flashed, black as night.
"What matter that some will give up the ghost?

Though tragic, nothing vital will be lost."
Old age these days is seen to be a blight.
Who cares about those that will miss it most?

They're all blind, or lame, or deaf as a post.
Aren't we doing them a favour? Well, quite:
what matter that th...

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Feels like Home

You ask me why I have these 
books I’ve never read 

records in plastic 
wine going bad 

you move in closer 
I feel heat of your breath 

I look into your eyes 
this is what I said

I’m saving it for a moment
a moment just like this 

when stars align and 
we’re in a state of bliss 

when the world outside 
has left us enough alone 

this is the moment 
th...

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Houses made of dreams,

Dreams made of bricks,

Life made of lessons,

Boxes full of tricks. 

Time is meant for many, 

The sands they run there course,

A river flows so heavy,

Heavens made of chores. 

Lucky you just might be,

My luck still stays the same,

Forever running for a loss,

Stuck still,

Playing ga...

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(A re-post of an earlier one from 2020 - 4 years ahead of its time)

What a nonsense this is; that someone as rich as Croesus like me should be eligible.  The reason is because it’s a universal payment, the only qualifications being that you are over state pension age and lived in the UK for at least one day in the last week of September.

You don’t even need to be alive. My dad qualified...

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The rain gently tapped against the window as Dorothy sat with a steaming cup of tea cradled in her hands. The aroma of the tea filled the room, beckoning memories of days long past. Sipping her tea, she gazed out at the drizzling rain, a soft breeze carrying the earthy scent of wet soil into the room.

Lost in reverie, Dorothy's mind drifted back to her carefree childhood, a time when the m...

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(home thoughts on a recently lost friend)

~

that awful thought of you

suffering the gauntlet of 

sympathetic old faces,

sorry for your loss

thank you for coming

putting on your brave face, 

but secretly wishing you were

anywhere else but there

sorry for you loss

thank you for coming

the trite eulogy of his life

delivered by a close friend

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Calm like an unmoved pond,

Rage doesn't often respond,

Dwelling in a meditative state,

Unbothered of the twist of fate. 

Heart steady and disengaged,

Mind teleported to a different age

Where every other instigator 

Has turned into a solitary sage. 

I don't feel tamed or caged

Until someone rewinds the page

To the chapter of recklessness

Where I carried an...

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Upon trying to measure

The universe, the infinity itself 

The sheer impossibilities that will 

Inevitably present themselves.

Love is, as immeasurable

As the cosmos itself.

The heart is open 

And the mind is free 

Just remember to breathe 

It's all a bit of fun.

A play on life and love 

Experience it all 

And laugh 

Laugh into eternity 

Vibrate with the sp...

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The approach to finding happiness through contentment and gratitude is well-founded in Islamic teachings and indeed, universally recognized as a path to inner peace and well-being. However, the concept of contentment does not imply complacency or a lack of ambition. Instead, it is about being at peace with what one has while also striving for improvement and growth.

1. **Gratitude and Cont...

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I see the past as a brighter place, noble friend
Beyond stone walls and castles old
Where hypocrisy hides in velvet’s embrace
And troubadours sing of love and sorrow bold
Life then was clear, as abundant as mead
Rich with jousts, tournaments, tales to reveal
From the heavens above to the stone floors beneath
We rode without reins, our spirits free

Love, like a magical potion, made us dre...

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Autumn has arrived once more
The season of brilliant hues
Just before the winter blues

Now I am in my senior years
I am hoping to take things slow
But you never know
Which way things are going to go
Where will the wind blow

The future is looking bleak
I am feeling so weak

Old
A cross that I have to bear
A burden that I cannot share
A government that doesn't care
No winter fuel ...

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There Be An Obstruction Where the Dopamine

Should Communicate Freely

     Aye we’ve been there before ‘our kid,’

all those wishes and dreams when young with

where and what we would do with skills -

   living amongst the concrete, where

the occasional body has you puzzled

all life;– ‘was it really suicide?’

     You kind of promise yourself

that one day you...

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There’s a saying around here: “Them uz ‘ave, will ‘ave,” meaning: Those who have, will have. It’s always been true, and is  moreso these days.

Them uz ‘ave, will ‘ave, ‘cos thi’ve got cleawt’,

Bur if th’art cowd n’ ‘ungry, on’ gets blotto,

Tha’ll get cawed neawt bu’ feckless workshy leawts,

‘Cos “Aw’m aw reet Jack” ‘s allus bin their motto.

Aye, them uz ‘ave, will ‘ave, ‘c...

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Many fans of "William Shakespeare" often miss out the vital details of Shakespeare's life and career. 

James Halliwell Phillips writes in his two-volume analysis “Outlines of the Life of Shakespeare” published in 1887 in order to determine the “Correct Dating of Shakespeare’s Plays”:

“The would be biographer of Shakespeare is baffled in every quarter by the want of graphical documents, and l...

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Rough rusted railroad steel in my palm

Dogs are following me in the woods 

It's a long way to the river yet

Running out of battery

Dark tracks rattling hard

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A two grand hat made out of bears
Is what the British foot guard wears
It’s stupid, cruel, just not funny
And a massive waste of money

While Rachel says we can’t afford
For winter fuel to be restored
And Auntie freezes in her flat
The guardsman wears a two grand hat

A two grand hat made out of bears
Hunted, shot and trapped in snares
Stupid, cruel and just not funny
And makes guards...

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September 13th, 2024

4:59 - 5:03 pm / 8:41 - 9:58 pm

i feel everything

i'm consumed by my thoughts

words in my mind

lyrics say what i cannot

broken are the voices

sounds float in the air

the noise is loud

at the ceiling i stare

my ears fill with melodies

my heart is set free

my eyes drown in tears

i can no longer see

a blanket of darkne...

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For so long you were the longest shadow

cast in the depths of winter

My frost bitten heart

hardened by the bitter taste

Of your name

You sat on the edge of my universe

Like a fleeting moment missed

Always just out of reach

And always silent

Your absence fell upon me like a snow blanket

stretching out into every corner of my world

Each hill I climbed with ...

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The end of the world is drawing near,

The presence of selfish,greedy,hateful traits I fear.

Nations seem to be rising against nations and kingdom against kingdom.

Food shortages,epidemics and earthquakes,much more to come.

The end of this system of things is drawing near,

Unfortunately the year,day or the hour is not clear.

The world is passing away ,we grow old and die toge...

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My father suffered a stroke

And he still is the young bloke

he ever used to be

only his body refuses to see.

Our bond is good, albeit hard

at times we argue and discuss.

And sometimes sing, the bard

with the Jesus Christian fuss. 

He taught me 'bout Omar Khayyam

and these quatrains remain strong

in refrains of our secret song;

where we will stay forever y...

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no letter, no word, no sentence
institutional criminality
human rights ?
far away
repress it, forget it
not here, no
not here

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You will no doubt accuse me of being a charlatan, when I tell you I joined a self-help group for troubled men, to gather material for a would-be novel,
having won Best Essay Prize at Harrow public school.

I sat entranced as tormented souls unburdened themselves, 
realising they are not alone, and reluctantly admitted to being a misogynist
(well, I had to confess to something), and nodded in ...

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Though it’s been a dull, uneventful one,

I’d rather have it over and again

Than through a storm, not knowing if it’s done.

I’m glad it was, let’s do it all again

Monday was dull, as it has always been

Since when have Mondays been the other way?

Maybe when a special day falls therein?

Dawn to dusk, wishing for the end of day

The days between are insignificant;

A...

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Beyond the mountain pass, past scattered rocks

the sea appears; a familiar shimmer of blue

flecked with transient wisps of white.

Along squigglous roads anticipation builds,

and my destination plays peekaboo between

wind-warped trees and sheep-shorn fields.

I park at the sea wall, disembark into the ozone

aroma of Atlantic waves mingled with turf smoke;

ageless ye...

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It grew in the wilds, a sentinel growing tall,

A mighty yogi in presence, embracing it all!

Branches reaching out, to the skies in a plea,

Seeking for the strength - to live it's destiny!

Its ancient bark, a wrinkled, weathered hide,

Tells a tale of the time's, swiftly flowing tide.

Inexorably which has grabbed, life in a churn,

On and onwards to - the lands of no return!

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You A Masterpiece 

On My Kurt Cobain Swagger 

Can I Ask You Please 

Will You Be My Courtney Love?

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If I'm being honest, I have no clue as to what's going on. All I know for sure is that Im tired of trying to fit in. After years of attempting to comply my mind is exhausted. 

Maybe this started during an experiment where I put myself in "new" situations to gain a different point of view. Mix that in with feeling insecure and I found myself lost between characters an emotional rollercoaster. 

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Love, care and compassion is what you need to show.

Two halves of life, older than sleep's womb

The imaginery giraffe in his dishevelled hat

trumpeted his inherited memory of a unicorn.

Messaging each other pecking away at our personal history

Barking dogs burrow into white chalk cliffs as the muted dead

turn under Stockport bus station

A Porcelain Moment as t...

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Cutting out across the music

that last scene cut into the black

with the music carrying on

for a few seconds more

before then cutting out suddenly

and starting off again

with a breath of air

carrying across the forest

as the light replaces the darkness

framing the sky

unto a red-rimmed sunset,

totemic in silence

turning the end into a new beginning

...

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Always smile and be happy…

Even if you are feeling crappy…

Walk with a crown and positive spirit…

Keep glowing like a beautiful floret…

Life is too short to sit in fear…

Unwind, relax and drink a glass of beer…

Wherever you are in your journey…

Don’t forget to be a bit naughty and horny…

Spread joy and peace, whatever you do…

Not making people feel sad or blue…

We are...

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I asked the universe
for you.
I asked for the scar
on your face
so I knew it was you.
I asked for 
the soft strength in your voice.
I told her 
that your eyes were made of gold
and you'd love books too.
I told her you were
quiet and patient.

and she listened.

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With your bloodshot eyes.

Every sunset, you cried.

We trusted the lies. 

We loved less at times, both upset inside.

The cassette would rhyme.

Play jazz sets to hide.

The bloodshot in mine.

Saw love’s knots and binds.

Untangle the vines.

A tough spot to climb.

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Put me to bed. 

Lay my head gently on the pillow of moss

Growing under the old oak tree. 

Cover me with branches and leaves,

close my eyes gently - as I am just sleeping. 

Allow me to rest until my body 

fuses into the forest floor, 

my skull and bones all that’s left

beside your distant memory

of who I used to be. 

You can lie down beside me

Reach out yo...

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Small featherless bundle ..broke out of a shell

Parents they love him they nurture him well

Loved Sweetest brother black birds they sing

A gift from the realms now black feathered king 

Beauty overwhelming aura of kindness 

Intelligent protector humbled by shyness 

The black bird protector his presence 

brings calm

He sings when he's with you he's on your lef...

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Sometimes, it seemed she burned

bridges for warmth. Sometimes

while I was still crossing them.

I learned to look forward

to the cool breezes of being gone.

I wasn't bitter though. She needed to be free

to understand the properties of fire.

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They were standing in front of a cliff

wanting so badly to be on the other side. 

Along comes The Fancy Talking Man

he tells them...

it will be fun

and excitiing 

if they simply

Jump

and so they do

not knowing 

had they been patient

taken some time

walked a little futher

A beautiful bridge

was just a head

to take them to th...

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