Underworld

     Life here, life now,

be akin to a forced air environment,

   the day pans out as before and,

      the tickly cough and sore throat;-

            a common denominator in our being.

     Before all the labels were created

for observance of all and fully kept,

   we had choice of being – besides

   the submariner we now are,

      there wa...

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As Sharp The Thistle Be

     The call came in earnest -

the handset snatched from dust laden

   marriage,

      ‘I want your presence,’

   and so the bike was pulled and oiled.

     The shire of Aberdeen gave

grand of canyon company,

   and before the hills my breath

     stolen and given back with interest,

        all green and bright post mortem of w...

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……...as I solemn paled upon the brow,

my heart wanting to leap

beyond the cage and free,

my gaze became a cinematic camera,

and all forgotten was pain and breath

and lack of spittle.

I cared not – my clothes sticky -

clinging like a spiders web and catch,

my eyes askance as if upon a host

of the evangelical – but,

not a soul here but me as all reli...

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Not Least, By ‘I’

     It is only me after all,

there are none other residents I know

  live here, none and I guess;-

      ‘this one stays silent…...again!’

     Hyperion reminds us of the longevity

  we can sometimes labour, (all life),

   and then by the time the final passage,

    you no longer remember the basis of tale,

      the predicate to that point o...

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The Plight of the Footprint

     There is,

a snide or two, with money, with agendas,

    within a self pious realm only ‘they,’ agree with.

     There are those,

   from Darnhill or Devils Kitchen,

          Soweto and beyond -

  no understandings or knowingness

     of the vile and disgusting with…….

     There is a soul crying out,

  there is a s...

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Margaret Shifter the May

                   (A Pluscarden Doctor of Borg edit)

     Roses, are red,

              Violets, are nice,

   ‘they teach you who the fascists were but never,

     the M O of what makes an individual a fascist,

       this they do so they can pull them out periodically

          if the elite feel a need to do house clearance of objector...

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Roses, are red,

     Violets are gray,

(have you noticed lingo speak to try to introduce pedophilia as socially acceptable? Apparently, we are sign posted to acknowledge 'child sex workers' while being deterred from use of language stating the barbaric taking of trust and innocense of children by pedophiles exploiting and raping them)

         I want an end to this life and,

...

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Ulysses Be Fruitless

     “Yes your majesty, no your majesty,

three bags full your majesty” and then,

                      whack!

     I have lingered here, not by choice,

but to collate what’s blatant but never said,

what a higher state needs to understand,

       needs to ‘feel’ and know thine dread,

     ‘so much has been lost upon our elders death,

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Bogof

     I have not been to Earth for nigh on three decades now,

   out here only the renegades prosper while I am

      nothing but a toy for curiosity’s sake,

        inter-stellar has always been there but,

  too long I took to understand the dopple -

       and double trouble and their persistent game of psychology.

     I am so tired now, even the self soothin...

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Cascading Lies of Cruelty

     You trade children here,

the dopple for real and, mum and dad are

   not to know.

     You trade children here like

angels and demons exchanging souls

   over a game of cribbage or, poker,

     the bar tender alive with lust for profit

   as the cocktails and scythe eye forsake -

         ‘the very life itself.’

     ...

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Corinthians

                  ‘(I was the wasp. She says).’

     “What is the meaning of these, ramblings;-

  “The meaning in this waffle, this drivel and dialogue???”

    what is the portent and calamity,

        fiction and faction – these slow mundane

   laborious stalemate enquiries?”

     I am to lose mind or, patience,

gratitude or, satiate?

  Is my ...

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This All Dies

     Schools do not like the creative

temperament that be driven to break the mould,

   yet, if the money smells nice, if it seems

right and fattens the purse;

     it is a temperament that ‘can’

  be acknowledged so - and so,

     ‘the language of vice is introduced and lo,

         they are sponsored, not groomed!’

     Oh to bathe in ...

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We have lost human rights.

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Friday morning at Hadrian Clinic Newcastle.

Since 6am!

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Friday morning at Hadrian Clinic Newcastle.

Since 6am!

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I report the theft of rail ticket and hoyae keys from my tent and i am sectioned by police.

I have also been sexually assaulted under sleep sedation.

I found out Systagenix in Gargrave are experimenting on the children of Gargrave, Skipton - taking boxes of toys into the school - each one bar coded and smeared with systagenix detriment. They are now trying to force suicide upon me ...

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Where Les Dawson Were Taught

     Sometimes, pain is not to be mentioned,

even when young, when children – there is a

special notice inside that says…….

…… ‘don’t act dumb but don’t let on!’

     Humility, is something that gravitates to

wealth within human kind, and none know

more-so than those of northern quarters -

   (if not quartered themselves for abundance ...

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There Be An Obstruction Where the Dopamine

Should Communicate Freely

     Aye we’ve been there before ‘our kid,’

all those wishes and dreams when young with

where and what we would do with skills -

   living amongst the concrete, where

the occasional body has you puzzled

all life;– ‘was it really suicide?’

     You kind of promise yourself

that one day you...

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The Elusive

     I have somewhere to be,

a place, a destination – perhaps a

   concert to attend or even, a park.

     I have somewhere to be and

have undertaken all checks – the petrol,

the spare tyre the oils and lubricants

   and have the satnav knowing my

      journeys end.

     I am keen and fired like

James Hunt, perhaps Jacky Stewart

  a...

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The Shout

     It has been long in the heart but -

never really noticed in the eye,

  it has been a life long courtship that persists

    it stays silent, quiet, unsaid and unrecognizable,

      like a child you employ to do house cleaning on estates;-

        ‘every misunderstood wound has one, and all

          are misunderstood wounds in Manchester -

             sh...

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     Roses, are red,

           Violets, are blue,

                    I like big knockers.

Michael J Waite. 23rd August 2024.

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Grey Hair

     There is something to be said for a

  time of World we can never deny -

   as much as some might,

     there is something to be said

for all that was built, all that was made -

      by generations now………..

                    ‘…...they are not, dead!’

     So heavy,

they are so heavy nobody today can lift them,

  but the navvie and ...

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Movement

       ‘…..everything, is rhythm’

                                             (Foli).

     The Loch here atop the glens of Scotland,

         boasts new life I never saw before,

  the loch has the ripple of fish, and bird beating

     wing upon the waters,

   the calls of those I never heard whence last here -

  give my eye of shine an indicat...

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To sit and stare.

Cumington Stacks - Scotland.

A verbal understanding.

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Nae The Time To Ask For Slippers

     The beardy man lay semi clothed upon the Moray Firth Beach,

  By his side his children -

    the youngest perhaps two,

        the weather was not summer e’en though

         the calendar stated objection,

           but the wains nae mattered the cold,

     two and then, no complaint but only contentment,

        I shivered m...

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Nonetheless Is Under Control

     Does it matter so much to you?

Is it the here here or hear hear when

  registering the depths of pain upon this World?

     We had a life here,

it might not seem much to you -

now we understand the laboratory of World

        you have created and not, ‘sanctuary!’

     ‘It was a life we couldn’t wait to live,

couldn’t wait...

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A Hopeman Song

     Such a day as today – I could live every day

  as I gather speed on the hill,-

    my sweat making towels of clothes -

       I conjure a ramp at the bottom to leap

         into the cool waters,

     but then,

I am getting old and so,

   I brake and take a wall to sit.

     There as the Sun casts a shimmering mirror;

the breeze...

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What Did the ‘D’ Really Stand For?

     It is an abhorrent lie – a complete and utter

bare faced lie and said in your face over and over, again,

  we are not advanced or civilized or even close

     to the societies of many a winged species,

          ‘and that includes the dragons on periphery of vision!’

     We are so deceived that ‘my time’ of birth

has many with...

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These Four Walls

     The pot is bubbling contentedly,

my rice softening as this shoebox dwelling -

   persists a hardening,

     I can hear and I do note the steam

now covering all surface known shiny,

     I sit listening and note the modulation

be quickening, the bubbles faster and faster

   as liquid disappears.

     Here I am, noting with stubbor...

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The Observations of Strath And Formant

                                                           (My Worry)

     How can new life be a champion now?

   How can it be his world of wonder?

How can the day in which we try be rewarded

   with contented sleep and dreams of wondrous fantasy??

       Family is why we are here,

  family is the form that is covered by t...

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Nothing works 1 & 2

https://youtu.be/N_jGOKYHxaQ

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The Event

                                                                ‘Is this all you want of people?’

     Someone said something to me about ‘family,’

about how they felt as if insult upon them,

   I took a good look around and thought,

     we are all part of a family here,

        even if cloaked from knowing each others origins,

     we are all pa...

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Deer Hunter

     Is it a Meryl that strips, upon  rumours of rape,

  the Sun Dogs are high again, always high, ‘again!’

     As is an Auricle a human being, so too, a hospital,

  but the man doth not know that,

       as Malcolm calms he to shake out

              the bodily confusion from the roulette above.

                       Johnson knows more but, y...

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All Shapes, All Sizes, All Makes, All, Ways.

     Are you resuscitation enabled?

         Are you, you?

        You do know don’t you,

            you do know the gateway upon your being,

                that unites your left, and right, heart………...don’t, you?

              This is not my century, tourist, is it yours?

                 What? This is not your ce...

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     I was there many years ago, there where the earth had me smile at the elephant presence everywhere, everywhere as    soon as the aircraft doors opened. 

     I was there so long ago yet, to this day, I know a Kakai Kilonso riff that has me sense, 

           "he ain't dead yet!"

     I am though, returned long to a prison of which they secret of my sentence as if, 'they d...

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Be Gone Thine Crystaline Indoctrination

     Tonight, I am in a shambles,

I am distraught and amputated,

   I am beyond a noose or afterlife,

beyond the crossroads where any

expresses the pale.

     Today, before the wind kept

insisting the asylum is still our keenest

   observation,

       I trusted a velo court

relationship with a stuttering wheeze,

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Deeper

     The damaged quill writes on automatic,

like sci-fi writers of fiction and fact,

     like the ending credits where as life

draws its fake conclusions – we leave

before the last word, the last, breath.

     ‘I am ill and so too this quill!’

     This quill came my way by

a brown octopus bold and alive,

   in a doorway to a bedroom kingdom

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We’re All of Us – ‘The Puzzle.’

     It is not, a police state but;-

a state of ignorance where peoples

become a desperate for warmth,

   I look to the rings around an invisible -

  knowing the extraction to a vacant stone

     is near.

     Again, it is the coldness now

upheld in people that has the white lighter

  a rarity needing save,

     surrounde...

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     There is a fine drizzle here,

A typical post summer indication of Autumn blues,

   I walk childlike - glad of the company of a spirited woman

that age has no unpleasantry to sponsor. 

     The dusk has Starship Ferguson keen to paint 

new lay-lines and then;

   an echo of young stealing the air

with soccer talk steals too, my own solemnity

of history I m...

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A Sapphire Song

     I look up sometimes upon a sapphire sky,

  and know that she is there,

          ‘at least.’

     I married an angel once,

she has a wisdom deep with frustration and anger,

   and of course, that sorrow that never has

respite or remedy; a true safe home where

  Worlds ‘should’ be championed to the Cosmos.

     She can be a ‘Grey’ or a ...

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The Sallow Achieved Once All Was Lost

     I am awake, and see the light shine

 through a bland window,

   I frown and gather a yawn to sew,

and then exhale an abrupt shadow upon

  a very solitary duvet.

     The grit is still within my eye and,

I am not too keen to see the clocks current

   state of sentence,

     stretching, I note the odour

now incre...

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This Was a Bet

     ‘This,’ was a bet,

a challenge of conventions but whose?

     A power has it that ‘we’ are unable -

where a retort sounds from an Empath

   known on Earth,

      a Man whom for all purpose,

   all purpose was denied.

     We are unable they declare

as lighting cigars with a fifty sobs note;-

   their keen eye is waiting for your...

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The North End

     My shoes do not fit this day,

just like yesterday and the day before,

   it is a shame as,

     football season has we young aspiring -

wanting to play Gemmel, or, Shilton.

     I need my shoes to last as,

the playground has broken glass

decorate the concrete in between

   the K9 excretia.

     It is a long way down to the glass

an...

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Lunge

     I am shopping – undertaking the proverbial daily,

it is busy and this beautiful Sun is baring more than seen

   in recent years and, I am liking that as

     I need the eye candy.

     It is a lazy day and not an ounce

of effort is needed in enjoying the warmth,

   then,

     a particular malady has me at odds with myself.

     More and mor...

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You’re Still Here

     I only have one friend,

they be a friend that has me at the end of a long, arduous………

     ……….years ago ‘that’ air rifle took a life,

a rifle known and conquered by a clown,

   not that in the shoulder – the man had never

taken aim seriously but,

   there was a disagreement in understanding -

where only humour could muster any purpose.

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The Ancient Greeks

          .…………...as the Sun began to dip upon horizon,

two seated there upon a field now furrowed,

     claimed the breath they had exhaled,

          a field of wheat and barley sewn,

               for a multitudes return,

   a wizened one upon his Son,

smiled upon his friend the Sky,

     as a Column said hello,

     the mead sa...

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Acropolis

     A single, stone column, adorns a lush green meadow,

it is said to be ancient, and rises over one hundred feet,

there is nothing that really stands out of this column,

dated, they say some three thousand years old.

     Birds, glide by, but none have I seen perched atop,

they are, as an inquisitive, as I it seems,

   their interest here but never,...

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Amazing

     Where have the previous thirteen years ran to?

  That day when my wife and I tended our first born

is now some thirteen years away,

     where is it those thirteen years are now hiding?

     Our Son Wyatt be as tall as a ships mast,

and by knowing his empath, his mast boasts full

sail of seas where only a need for sleep can

     interrupt his adv...

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The Humbled Never Take; Only Give!

     I am here, or is it there, already,

fifty-six years and long after his death,

I suddenly know Tupac more than I understood,

     I was always there, or is it, here, all along anyway,

         all along and no route out of it,

               or file in cake of freedoms dream.

     Time is a constant but,

          never ...

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No Stuffing But Leathered

     Back then when politics waged war

upon our workers,

   many a grid - darkened as many pits closed,

      many too - the costliest of lathes befell to silent running -

         and none were given to a save

     The table hadn’t the food a family could boast

as pressure had the eye of courts upon communities

where common place, was on...

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