Category Archives: Poetry

Land of Dreams

In the silence of dreams Many people speak to me Some I know from my past Many are strangers it seems. Most enjoyable, is the scenery Vibrant colours, crisp real Tangible in solid form Easy to interact, almost leisurely. No … Continue reading

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Justice

Drones killing the innocent man and maybe the guilty Drones killing the innocent woman and maybe the guilty Drones killing the innocent child and maybe the guilty Drones flying to the executioner’s will. There are no judges in the courtroom … Continue reading

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The long road to chaos

Cameron hadn’t the courage To confront the Euro haters in his ranks So he call for a ‘peoples vote’ Bear in mind this was at the height of his Savage cuts and imposed austerity. “I’ll see this through, whatever the … Continue reading

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1951 – Cherry Pie

Replete with dinner, just eaten Mum brought a golden pie in from the kitchen The jug of custard quickly followed, “Be careful, the cherries have stones Just leave them round the side of your dish”. Soon after we, three boys, … Continue reading

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Small little boy

In scuffed shoes, baggy and unkempt Grey flannel trousers passed on as ‘hand me down’ A shirt and jumper, much the same, School jacket, too big to fit. The boy was considered, frail With weak eyesight and limited learning He … Continue reading

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Bleak Dystopian Future

As time drifts ever onward Memory’s seem to fade faster, each day Short term memory loss, concerning Like a rubbed out black board Where only the odd word is still discernable. The once busy blackboard’s copious notes Instructions to be … Continue reading

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Two Horses

Both immensely strong, but gentle in nature Softly nodding greetings, ready for the day Not yet fully dawn light spreads from the East The ‘tack room’ holding leather smells Chains, stout collars braids and brasses Long girth belts, bridle bits … Continue reading

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