Shakespeare would have us believe.

The question is who controls the auditorium?

Is it controlled through Government hand outs or

augmented taxation served up to befuddled legislaton.

 

Life is a randomised, unsolicited list of stage directions,

given as prompts regardless of consequence.

It’s the equivalent to being forced

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No picture could portray the questions in your mind,

nor could any word describe, feelings of any kind

When a cruel twist in life throws a curved ball,

it strains your heart to make sense of it all.

 

Be still your tears, that match a raindrops fall,

I’m here in rainbows beyond the treetops, tall.

You will find me, in fields of Daffodil’s,

bringing Spring to vase...

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We have to surmount many barriers with each new day we face

Trying to get past or over them; sometimes forced to re-trace

Everyone is trying to get by in what’s called ‘Societies Norm’

Looking for a sign or signal to help us along and conform

 

We all need markers to act as a series of signposts and gu...

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This part one of a trilogy of poems based upon the sensative subject of Domestic Violence. The first looks at situation based upon men violence towards women, the second part looks at the subject where men are victims and the third looks at its effect on children. For each research has or will be done. Amongst the research for the first I interviewed a victim of  Domestic Violence 

 

Th...

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Down in the valley,

not far from the sea,

lives Brian Bumble,

a bashful bee.

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He worked in a field,

for hours and hours,   

gathering the food,

from all the flowers.

3

Brian was hungry,

at the end of hi...

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I sit on top this ‘tin’ roof, balanced precariously,

between a sinking past, and a future I want you to see.

I see the troubled world you are in,

do not lock me out, please let me in.

Let the healing begin, my rose in a desert storm.

 

A gentle breeze weaves amid, the playground in the park,

you and I made castles in the sand-pit, it was nearly dark.

When we got ...

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The sun, prizes my curtains apart again, mauling my eyelids,

as I lie here, in my self-contained flat,

a high-rise, male teenager in a canopy of concrete and steel.

Green envious eyes peer down,

at the urban jungle below.

I am hooded, against the cold,

a shadow of an existence,

as I meander, the grey washed streets of conformity.

My daily life bores me shitless,

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Shakespearian Speakers Corner

 

Fair maidens, noble sirs I bid thee tarry a while.

Prithee remove cloth, that dust cover thyne ears,

and keep’st thyne portals of sleep awakened

that thou may heed my chronicle.

For mine is a winter’s tale,

thats brought nought but discontent,

to kindred spirits of this peopled land.

Elected emissaries of her majesty,

dust ...

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The dream of lying naked with that perfect woman,

amongst the sweet smell of summer meadow,

beneath azure canopy.

The freshness of a sprinkling light shower,

kissing your soft delicate skin,

baked by noon day sun.

The afterglow of our love on our island green,

drenched by beads,  

lost amongst furnace toasted dunes.

Like birds of prey this imagery...

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