A somewhat revised version (i.e. - a fair bit improved i hope) book version of Waiting for Nancy is now finally out,

A copy can now be bought from http://www.lulu.com/shop/http://www.lulu.com/shop/gray-nicholls/waiting-for-nancy/paperback/product-22502540.html?ppn=1

Or get in touch with me directly and we'll work out the price from there.

A new sequence which i think will form Book 2 'Sel...

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I love eating them
With brown sauce
And red sauce
At the same time.

I love eating them
With mustard
As well as a good splashing 
Of beetroot
And gravy on-top. 

I love eating them
In Custard
Jelly and ice cream
Although of course 
Not at the same time.

I love eating them
In my living room
My kitchen
And on my stairs. 

I love eating them 
While brushing my teeth.

I love...

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The first time I met your best friend
And her husband
I can remember telling you
At the end of the night
I thought they were weird.

I can remember telling you
Their accents were strange
And I can remember telling you
The way she looked at you
All night like a cat on heat
Was weird.

The way they kept avoiding
Questions about where they worked
And they both laughed
At my terrible p...

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Speaking volumes with their eyes
Before the coach had even left
Let alone hit the motorway

Stabbing words echo deep
Petering on a seat
Tirelessly moaning spray haired

Oxidized in seconds
Climbing walls in a closed space
In a language not yet wrote 

Microfilmed in barely suspended anger
Snow like in a silent explosion 
Observing just one thought 

Just one sentence over and over
...

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Heading into my middle 40’s
When once my 50’s
Seemed a eternity away
Now stares me in the face
Like a door half open

Welcoming change after change
From middle aged spread
And an ever increased line
Of meds and tablets

To a constant recollection
Of stories when you were younger
Leaving you reflecting afterwards
Whether some happened the way
You say they did

Half baked in irony
...

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Altitudes unfigured

Adroitly measured

Doubling in the distance

Peering into scenes

From ancient books

Ripening in prophesises

Trespassing on our future

Buried under bent grass

Hung high even now

Even in the shadows

Creaking into silence

Like going out to your own funeral

Left out to dry.

(For Michael Gove - wrote after readi...

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An new poem of mine 'Chords of Aberration' has been published on Andy N's Ghost Story II blog.

It's stirring stuff this blog

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Hi Guys;

I do have some more poems to share, but have spent the last week or so writing a poem for Andy N's Ghost Story II Napwrimo Project, which he has just advised me he has accepted

I've seen the two prologues on his blog (http://ghoststoryii.blogspot.co.uk) and this looks like it will be a great project.

More details about this can be seen here - http://ghoststoryii.blogspot.co.uk/p/...

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Shorter and shorter
my poems fall out
less obviously nowadays

spelling out their messages
less clearer

more mysteries
and less obvious

freelancing through
life

no longer
looking back at things
in anger.

(For Sarah)

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Untraced in the darkness
Of bloodied roses
Over the next two weekends
My footsteps
Launched arrows
At various birthday dos,

Raw from realignment
Copped led
Pretending to be a tram
Ina turmoil of movement

Losing myself
In the acoustics
Of tender fingers
Lost in clenched fists

Polishing words
Falling through dust holes
Bottled up in hazelnut emotions
Of the birth of another re...

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Dead leaves surround
a piece of paper
on the floor
like fragmented words
untraced in darkness

squeezing out
every emotion of my feet
shaking in vibration
dislodged in cramp

scrambled in distant thoughts
of a house viewing
I had just done
after deciding I wanted
to move on,

and a birthday do
I was looking forward to
the following day
whispering like the ghost
of Christmas fu...

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Drenched in Christmas bells
And the stench of hot dogs
In a overcrowded Christmas Market
Our 15th meet up
Came three weeks later
And two after getting dumped
(long story)
across the road from
Manchester Cathedral
Where after a row
With an now ex friend
You rang me up saying
‘I’m off to a Piano concert,
I’ve got a spare ticket’
Diploidic across the silence
Knowing I was crushed
Be...

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