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Island in the Middle earth of the storm

October 16, 2019

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“Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet” No apologies for quoting William Butler (one of my fav poets) but this autumn trip to Tibbetts has sort of become a fixture in my calendar year and the early October weather can be at lottery, previously it has […]

Sika Silhouettes

February 4, 2015

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Picture this: An early afternoon in the pub: sheltering from the wrath of the Atlantic, log fire, Lundy Gold and laughter, then, during a lull – the reluctant decision to hike home. A two mile trek acroos the moor against a lively north-westerly, so strong it rips the snot and phlegm across your frozen cheek. […]

Drug is the love

December 31, 2012

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  Drug is the Love Love is a walled garden, Cut off from the horror of the outside world And bathed in dappled sunshine. Love is a gateless prison, A sightlessness, A disability and a burden For which there is no cure or relief. Love is a furtive glance, A guarded secret, An anonymous drowning […]

Empty

May 8, 2012

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A Sticky Itch Your crushing indifference Bears down on me In the grey gloom. You think ‘I’m nothing special’, Just an ordinary tune: Easily forgotten but sometimes, Annoyingly  remembered. I walk with many In the struggle to breathe Some life into the dream Of extraordinary being. And when I die, As we all surely must. […]

Eating Sausages

June 23, 2011

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My feet tread the ladder Of a brittle spiders web. Swollen hands and bleeding feet Grab each new moment in turn With trembling disbelief. My innards gorge on themselves, Fed by doubts and insecurities. But I can’t deny the steel hook As it teases me from the shadow and Into an new dance, When I […]

Hanging by a thread

May 3, 2011

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In this world of celebrity sugar, Where we get a spoon of measure. Too unwelcome and life size; I can find no pleasure. Not in the fatuous and vain And the increments of their incapacity To play the superficial game. But in the slain: The poor souls of this world Who shroud their grief and […]

Easy Living

March 21, 2011

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          There’s been a real spring-like feeling in the air, it’s gone flat (and the Magnolia are in bud) which is a sign that summer is just around the corner! Here’s a poem about how wonderful it is to be a surfer in summertime (which is our natural state I think). […]