Life in the night – trees unseen, the

woods a hidden myth, staggering

from step to unsure step, your path

is faith, your direction trust.

Safety: a myth, security: fib,

walking in darkness, way marks hid,

headway is made past obstacles

obscured, dark’s blackness: fear complete.

So rises the dawn, return of

the light, letting you see the way

through the trees...

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Science scrutinises minute component parts,

learning wholes work through collaboration.

Cells make organs, organelles make cells, organs make

bodies, molecules make cell organelles.

Some of our tech – cogs, springs and pins – make clocks function,

making precise time keeping possible.

In turn, enabling commerce, coordination,

society and collaboration.

Few know how tech wor...

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Step from the gloom, come out of the darkness,

we can see your pain, we can see you fight,

determination in every vein, illness will not win.

We see your trepidation, you are hesitant and slow.

Welcoming, tolerant - we just want you back.

Ignore the doubt, paranoia and insecurity,

just walk forward into light, walk forward into our love.

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Holiday – first morning, first walk, bright and early,

up on the sea wall, taking in nothing, seeing it all:

soaring wing-gulls tell of their morning, their lives a tale to tell,

gliding over cliffs or diving into storms, sitting quiet on rolling swell –

wishing your soul was with them, to sail hover-currents over bob-seas,

into lobster pots laid by able seamen, provisioners of deli...

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None of us are who we think that we are.

All of us portray our inner beliefs,

our fundaments, the bricks with which we’re constructed,

we can’t help but be people defined by our thoughts,

our beliefs and principles,

subliminal prejudice,

we are who we are no matter how hard we try,

to be the person we like to think that we are,

because it’s the way that you act that means w...

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Comfort-satisfaction steam-feathers my mind;

my mug has this aura, a soul - 

a presence that, when I see this crafted, ergonomic beauty,

I enjoy pre-consumptive, pre-experiential, pre-appreciative mind-flutters,

I feel the blood-tingle, the brain sparkle,

the caffeine induced dull-relief sharpened clarity.

My mug.  I feel you. I would love you.

Had I not shattered you upon my ...

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Folk Cut, folk thrust, folk fight

for a slice of life,

for peace and quiet,

for their health,

status, safety.

And folk cut you, slice you,

dice you and fry you

to gain relative wealth,

advantage,

their own ego.

So where you might be prone

to help, support and

nurture, advantage is

taken and

you get shafted.

Trust destroyed, isolate,

li...

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This morning, bringing in the milk, the air

was cold.  A snail had crawled into our small

wicker milk bottle holder.  I pulled the

poor lass away, to chuck in the herb bed

and her foot was all rumply, a mold of

the wicker work.  Hopefully, given snail

anatomy, that’s not an injury.

But I did worry there’d be slime on the

lid.  Tasted OK, straight from the bottle.

Good mo...

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Tea steam – I risk daze-distraction.  Pot-brewed,

warm. Loose leaf.  Pottery pot, hand made, wood

fired.  Warm in my hands.  Earthen mug.  Tactile.

Warm in my throat. Warm.  In me.  My plants’re

waking up.  Spring April day. My berries

growing shoots, little leaves – greengage blossom,

damson flowers.  My grass is long. Doesn’t

matter – beetles love long grass.  Guests who’re

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Beachwards we race – work’s done, day over, coffee made

and travel-mugs filled.  Today’s sky is clear, sunset’s

not over water; beach-dusk, though, is beautiful.

And tonight, we sit chatting nothing until, by

degrees, topics turn to honest thought, true feeling

and we discover our love once more.  We talk dark

into a chip-escapade, race home – this is life.

The true religion. ...

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I’ve counted my friends and I am fortunate.  Blessed

by life with true relations.  In trouble, through gaps

in time, over distance and under-maintained.  I’m

still lucky.  To’ve known life and to experience

friendship.  True friendship – beyond infatuation,

beyond duty’s bond and loyalty’s clasp, beyond

life-joined unity.  Upon the rocks at the true

depths, the limits of human...

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Dawn cries to our hill, foretelling of day,

with deep shadows brightening, tree tops enlightening

the jackdaws, whose wing flaps and foot hops prepare them

as aerospace sky-students pre-warming to fly.

Bed clothes reject us, for now we must rise

to gulp down our porridge which tells us – surprise –

no need for our satchels, our bonnets, our books –

we’re here for our holi...

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Come sit with me, Ted, and I will tell you of a boy’s world’s wonders, waiting to be yours.

Of bouncing balls, sunny days, mud-cake kitchens and rainy-day holidays.

Of water-hoses giggle-sprayed in paddling pools and grinning-faces, of soaking-clothes and sopping-feet and people dodging, cackle-fleeing.

Of fishing trips to beaches made of rock and sand, where eels patrol and mackerel swar...

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Look how far we’ve come.  Children educated

so fast they’re not ready for work.  We are now so

thoroughly modern we have non-governmental

organisations to take care off our guilt.  So

awfully civilised with our celebrated

towns and idolised cities, inequality

illustrated in blatant artistry.  And we

still pay women less than men, for doing the same

job, with the same skills...

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So many programmes and news feeds tell us that in

our lives, almost anything we do has a marked

detrimental effect on the world around us.

Consumption consumes.  Waste pollutes.  Food has miles.  Clothes

sweat.  Journeys emit.  So we all, collectively,

know this.  However.  Nothing changes.  Mainly, I

think, because we’re largely – individually –

unable to make a difference.  ...

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Some folk have something about them we all admire,

recognise or respect.  Bravery is, perhaps,

too simple a term.  Lack of choice – necessity -

draws out the hero in all of us.  Frequently,

all of us are amazed at what can be – and is –

done in extreme circumstances.  Living through a

particular time, fighting one of life’s spectres –

ill health, bereavement, disadvantage – or...

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Coal-warmth creates ease from eve-gloom

drizzle-wind, frost and face-sting skin-pierce

driven-drizzle blast weather.

Thermal ticks of stove-warmtn metal-clicks

promise heat and unguent to pink-red

ear-bearers.

The afternoon's gone, the light's fading fast.

Damp wool and sodden fleece

tell of walking in the wilds.

The dog's mud-caked and happy to be free,

for shrieks o...

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Spell-binding hammer-pounded sunlight retina-

flinches squint-eyed revel-faces.  Crowd folk lost in

head clouds slow-revolve whilst time is on leave, passing

without fail – stopping to tell me not to hurry,

moving on unnoticed, startling late-crowds with

midnights and an early, well spent sun rise.  Band-lulled

we join a synchronised gyro-walk, pacing the

flow-gyratory past fo...

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Our country allows free expression – in reason.

Expression without hate, prejudice or simple

discrimination.  We are a genuine, true

bastion for our world.  Occasions in modern

history illustrate the ease of taking the

wrong option – our mistakes.  Regardless, citizens

do have a right to harbour and express valued

opinion, views or convictions that conflict

with that of our...

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