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Dragonfly
Most beautiful dragonfly you ever did see.
Descends to land upon my left knee.
We looked one another deep in the eye.
Then with a wink, it flew away into the sky.
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Sunday 26th November 2023 4:40 pm
Programme Accepted
Our brains
Programmed
For better
Or all too often worse
What we listen to
What we watch
On television
Or the internet
With false words
False images
There was a time
Way back when
All our experiences
Conversations
Were real
Actual happenings
In our lives
Not any more
Other people’s words
Other people’s pictures
Fed directly into us
Feed...
Thursday 16th November 2023 10:34 am
Finding Van Gogh In Ramsgate
The last time I had made his acquaintance was in New York
His Mountains at Saint-Rémy hangs resplendent in The Guggenheim
And I was entranced coming face to face with Vincent’s art
in frame
Vividly he depicted his visions of the world, so full of passion and energy
The memory stayed with me…
Finding a bust of Vincent in Ramsgate felt peculiarly odd
He lived in Spencer Square a...
Saturday 4th November 2023 8:20 am
Every Day A Celebration
I wrote this for a Guy Fawkes Night poetry event back in 2013 (yes, such a thing actually happened!)I wrote this for a Guy Fawkes Night poetry event back in 2013 (yes, such a thing actually happened!)
Remember, Remember…the what of November?
Was sure there was something…try to remember
Dates in a diary, reminders of significance
Sure there was something...just think perchance
Perchance to t...
Wednesday 25th October 2023 11:38 am
Come Work In Our Factories
Long hours spent toiling the land, his family had done for generations.
Living in tune with the seasons, never thinking of other occupations.
Farmers his father and grandfather before him had been, what else to be?
Of his sons he was proud, he said “one day you will take over from me”.
Come work in our factories, leave your village, leave your land.
Come work in our factories, ...
Saturday 10th July 2021 7:56 am
Observed On My Travels
There it sits nailed to its tree
So long after the event…so long
A statement of intent to make
And yet the message was lost to me
Sadly, lost within their ignorance
Here we have a living thing
It has lived longer than you or I
Vital for our survival…essential
Wounded, yet still very much alive this tree
And how one rusty nail speaks volumes
As it holds it’s now faded ...
Saturday 4th July 2020 7:45 am
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