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The Cathedral
Father told me, when i was young, that his mother told him ‘if you can fit pinky to thumb around your wrist you are too thin’. When I managed to grasp my arm half way up, pinky to my thumb, I saw success. It’s hard to see sadness when you are sick. Mother taught me forgiveness was not earnt, but expected. So, when you lied to me I knew what I was to do next.
The cathedral was o...
Monday 17th June 2024 7:34 am
The Ghost in My Car
The Ghost in my Car
I sometimes find my Dad sitting next to me in my car
Not exactly him but some likeness, a ghost from afar.
I can’t exactly see him clear
But either way it’s nice to have him near
I’ll tell him stuff about my life
And he nods and makes positive sounds
I can’t exactly hear him
But either way it’s nice to have him around
I glance...
Saturday 1st April 2023 8:10 pm
Thank You Dad
Thank you Dad.
Thank you for your deep deep love.
For always making me feel so special and loved.
For teaching me to pass on that love to my own children.
I could not have felt more loved.
Thank you Dad.
Thank you for sharing with me your love of music and poetry.
For reading to me at bedtime and encouraging my love of books.
For instilling in me the love of words and ...
Tuesday 24th May 2022 12:25 pm
Old As Love II
you have to watch it in here
old blokes get up to all sorts
seem to lose inhibitions and
indulge in odd water sports
dicks emerge like clockwork
just like they're past caring
pyjamas are a good excuse
for opening up and sharing
doesn't shock me anymore
hang there minute and limp
yet one or two can still do it
Patrick's a potent old pimp
its massiv...
Tuesday 18th May 2021 10:23 am
A Regular Joe
He was not really special
Just an ordinary guy
I guess you’d call him
A regular
Joe
An ex-army man
He took everything in his stride
He was a positive guy
He was happy to help: He rarely said
No
Throughout his life
He took it all on the chin
When things were hard he worked his way through
He never asked why
He was easy going: he’d go with t...
Friday 18th December 2020 2:31 pm
big lots
he wakes up everyday---but only for them.
he showers, eats, and goes to work---but only for them.
he holds back his sadness and depression---but only for them.
he doesn't want his useless and meaningless state of life to affect their outlook. if anything they should be happy.
although he never hugs or says i love you, they know.
although he never showed up to any of her games, she s...
Monday 13th July 2020 8:31 am
world's apart
I feel the pain of your broken heart physically gone but our spirits don't part
although you hurt and and pine for me
close your eyes and there i will be
With the biggest smile on my face
as I'm free and happy in this amazing place looking out at a perfect view
standing in front of me is you
I'm very much alive more than ever
no worldly burdens..light as a feather
I'm helpi...
Monday 1st April 2019 3:16 pm
The Giant by Eloi Chaptal
THE GIANT
By Eloi Chaptal
Mom, mom!
A giant tried to eat me,
He said he was very hungry.
He was as big as a bear
It’s true, I swear!
He had a forest in his nose,
And it was really gross.
Now he is looking at some random paper
But not for long, we are still in danger!
Quick, quick, while we still can,
Let’s run outside and take the van!
“What?” said mom, “Are ...
Sunday 1st April 2018 10:06 am
Favourite Shoes
My dad's favourite shoes
He saved them for best
He wore them just once
As we laid him to rest
Dedicated to the loving memory of Jack Evans; love you dad x
Thursday 23rd November 2017 1:07 pm
The Dresser
From the front at least
A beautiful victorian dresser
From behind
The ugly truth
Assembled from wooden orange crates
The company name stamped
Telling of a former
More humble existence
Two little drawers
One at each side
Gunmetal latch handles
Age worn
From opening and closing
Hold family secrets
Make up
Lipstick stumps
Snaps from Blackpool ...
Sunday 19th November 2017 8:23 pm
As Winter looms
They tell you to try with all of your might,
But it's the things that you least expect stealing your sleep at night.
As we descend into the darkness of winter, my mind is lit up with thoughts on 5th November,
I look back, I remember you, I remember
.
Walking to Oxford Street all alone,
the people that pass by, they all seem like clones.
It's not long until they have somewhere ...
Wednesday 8th November 2017 5:01 pm
little Big man
Five foot two, eyes of blue
Goes a certain song
Both were true but not nearly enough
To describe this true and happy man
With a big beaming smile he'd enter your life
Open arms and so open hearted
Energy enough for all of us, for each and every day
To carry us all along the way
Never told always showed
The best and winning way
He led by example on how to be
A true...
Friday 19th May 2017 9:26 pm
DAD
There was a man I knew,
not too close, not too far,
as a child he was there
to tend to my scars.
A man with a past,
of that I had no doubt,
a man, when provoked,
who knew how to shout.
A happy man
with a smile for all,
he'd always be there to
pick me up when I'd fall.
And though never far away,
we were never very close,
a sign of those times
...Sunday 17th May 2015 11:54 pm
Midnight Manoeuvres
Thursday 7th May 2015 12:24 pm
Dad and My Car
I sometimes find my Dad sitting next to me in my car
Not exactly him but some likeness, a vision from afar.
I can’t exactly see him clear
But either way it’s nice to have him near.
I sometimes find myself talking to my Dad,
Sitting next to me, in my car
It’s good to talk after all these years and I suppose he’s not really there
But it feels so good, so I don’t really care...
Monday 1st December 2014 12:40 am
My Dad
As a child
I thought
the sun rose
and sat because
of my Dad.
As a teenager
I thought my
Dad was one
of the bumbest
people on earth.
Now that I
am over the
age of Fifty
I think the
older I get
the smarter
my Dad was.
The Circle
of life.
Saturday 13th September 2014 3:53 am
REGRETS
Friday 1st November 2013 12:01 am
Poem for my Dad
Poem For My Dad
In the deepest darkest recess of the mind
The saddest memory is there to find
There’s nothing more to say except I miss you Dad,
We had our time together, good and bad
And many differences, we had
After all, you were a man who got an apple and an orange for Christmas
And I was a lad who began the biggest record collection in th...
Sunday 26th February 2012 4:45 pm
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