Monthly Archives: September 2014

The Best Jam.

It always rained in autumn Mum, holding her old “Trug” We trudged to New River Walk No one’s hedges were safe. Blackberries, Blueberries, Rosehips We gathered while she told us the names My turn to carry the burgeoning feast The … Continue reading

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Labrador Retrievers

“The thing about being a Labrador retriever – you were born for fun. Seldom was your loopy, freewheeling mind cluttered by contemplation, and never by sombre worry; every day was a romp…And everywhere you went there were gullible humans who … Continue reading

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The Big Plaster

Although childhood memories of the early 50s are fading fast, we should record them for our children to try and understand why we think and do as we do even now. They were the years that shaped us – and … Continue reading

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Sleaze: a wordless poem


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A Canadian Gold Mine: a joke

A Canadian gold mine is a hole in the ground owned by a liar. (Chris)

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The Polish Air Force 1939- 40

    On the 23rd August 1939, Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union signed the most treacherous treaty in the 20th Century: the Molotov- Ribbentrop Treaty. Within weeks Poland had been partitioned by Germany and the Soviets and the Polish … Continue reading

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This Marvelous World

Distant grumbles, beyond the hills Whispered tumbled chants Gregorian Beyond the fields where Meadow sweet grows Long past the bull rush tall – sentinel by the river bank rows. The occasional flash on the horizon Deep in the slate grey … Continue reading

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A Sharply Focused Teacher

“Had a long talk with Mr Dork. I explained I was a one- parent child with an unemployed bad- tempered father. Mr Dork said that he wouldn’t care if I was the offspring of a black, lesbian, one- legged mother … Continue reading

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The picture dream

A hilly back street somewhere It might have been anywhere Or it might be just a dream This place I vaguely feel I may have seen before. Without any discernible pressure or concerns I walk/float leisurely, lightly even, down the … Continue reading

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(I can’t get no ) Satisfaction

I’m just a heap of years A mountain of wearisome time; My wealth is piling high, ever increasing; Too much to spend, too much to give away Wealth growing year by year, drawling sarcastically “Money doesn’t talk, it swears.” A heap … Continue reading

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