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A Contrasting Life

A bright shining moon in a tomb coloured sky. Contrasts we see as the years slip by. Winters that are warm, summers that are cold, These and many more things we see as we get old. December is finishing, it’s … Continue reading

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Christmas Cards

I never send my wife a Christmas card. I could say I believe them a rip-off in the sense of the price, the queuing to pay for it and the sentimental old tosh that’s written inside, but none of those … Continue reading

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Mother and Child

Flickering raindrops on telephone wires. Chimneys in the distance standing like gothic spires. There is no sun only streetlights alight, It’s the morning, but it could be the middle of the night. Muddied meadows, swollen streams, Did the mild autumn … Continue reading

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The Act Of Thoughtfulness

Platitudes; overused words the meaning having been lost in time. Just the same as the words I use in those silly rhymes of mine! BUT WAIT……… Santa Claus is in trouble. He’s lost a sack and he’s now in disgrace. … Continue reading

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Notice!

If you like sliding down chimneys and you don’t mind being pulled by a Deer. I know of a job you can apply for that will be available soon this year. You must like spreading joy and laughter and you’ll … Continue reading

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Beyond What’s Old

  The crows fly low on a day such as this, As the cold eats the air then blows it out as a mist. Branches are naked their leaves now gone, Leaving birds all huddled in a whimpering throng.   The … Continue reading

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Time For A Funny One

A Woman Rugby Player… There was something about Emma that reminded me of Frank. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but she smelled quite rank! It could have been the odour that oozed from her body, Or that she … Continue reading

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With Violence As Your God

To hallucinate from reality, not excepting the truth. To live a life of fantasy, in the mind of a youth. To hide your mind from darkness, seeing only what shines. Is to worship an evil God, who speaks from a … Continue reading

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Spread A Wing

If there be treachery of love on tongues that mouth The lies that damn our sacred vows, Then burning death awaits its call On devil’s wings and those that crawl.   Death too sweet for an arrow strike. That taste … Continue reading

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The World Should Cry For France

The attack on Paris last night is an attack on the freedom that all of us in the western, civilised world currently enjoy, but what is a civilised answer to it and is there a single one? I would imagine … Continue reading

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