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sugary dandruff

Posted: September 16, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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she imagined the dandruff
that ran through her hair
and tumbled down here face
was streams of sweet sugar
and smiled as she tasted
the white substance
on her tongue

autumn running

Posted: September 14, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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last week it was warm and dry
no wind, no rain, no mud
i ran free with ease
leaping over rocks
flying down embankments
soaring over hills
splashing through streams

in a blink summer has gone
and autumn is here
today the air is cooler
a lighter shade of blue
puddles of mud appear
the wind is coming back
together with cold, crisp air

soon blues will be replaced with greys
clear skies with overwhelming darkness
dry, hard trails with
thick layers of mud
puddles will litter the paths
as leaves dance in the wind
and the autumnal opera begins


heather turns brown
leaves flutter into pools of
mud, created by tears of
despair, carried by cavernous
clouds, fleeing across
skies of doom

today as i sit
watching life migrate by
a season going comes
out to play one
last time, one last
day as life returns

nooks and crannies
warmed for one last
time, insects play
the last scene of
their lives before a
sun sets one last time

sugar coated soot

Posted: September 10, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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sugar coated soot
dropping on him
from the chimney
he imagined it
was black pearls
falling from space
a message from
far away that
he was on
the right path
in his life


one more drag on the tab
as it flickers and fades
into the cool sea mist
never to taste his breathe again
the sea stumbles and falls
onto the cold wet tarmac
free at last from the strains
of summer to make hay
with displays imitating life
drunken pub signs
frozen neon lights
are all that remain
of the holiday makers,
caravan movers,
summer shakers,
gone for another year
leaving behind dreams
of love lost,
love found,
love unrequited
in echoes of shells
that creep slowly over grains
of sand that cling to each other
as seaweed crawls over them
hoping to reach fading neon lights
that glint off a beach
that can breathe again
now it is free of the pounding feet,
slamming bodies,
digging of castles,
he watches through eyes
washed by the mist of the sea
signs sing in the breeze
to a promenade where nobody walks
except for a sea
come to reclaim
what has been and gone
as darkness filters in
to sharpen the edges of a
town that slumbers
he lights another cigarette and
tastes sea salt on his lips
as gulls sing one last song


we played out on streets
full of laughter and joy
sun high in the sky
playing games long forgotten
tig, kerbie, hide and seek
we had no cares or worries
life was simple, a pleasure
till the pop man came round
his smoky old wagon
slowly crawling onto our road
for a second everyone stopped, looked
and then the streets swarmed
with children running home
desperate to get the empty pop bottles
and get the 1p back on them
so they could get more pop
and another sugar rush
to get them through the afternoon

seconds

Posted: September 4, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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making the most of every second
before they float away on the breeze
following the path over the moors
gone before you have time to breath
on the breeze of a autumn day
life is short, time is fleeting
make the most of every second
before you realise you’ve missed them
and you can never catch them again


we all wore the same clothes
had the same hairstyles
ate the same food
said the same things
at the same time
no one was different
our identity was collective
personalities identical
if one was punished
we was all punished
then the police came
rescued us all from
our insular world
and left us in a
world we didn’t know
we had to learn
to be ourselves
develop our own
personalities and identities
learn to be individuals
we had to learn
what it meant to be human
it was hard work
but we did it
created new lives
became new people, the people
we should have been
from the beginning


my home is a shipping container
metal, long, dark
i’m told it’s temporary
however long temporary is
small and cramped
it has a door and
window at one end
too hot in summer
too cold in winter
people fight outside
i stay in and
read a book,
play board games,
listen to the radio
on the TV everyone
has cars, houses
X-boxes, computers and TV’s
somewhere to live
somewhere to call home
i would be happy
with a bed to myself
in a room of my own
i don’t want much
but the little i
want seems far away
at least right now

waiting for results

Posted: August 24, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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I had a double biopsy on my gullet four weeks ago and I’m waiting for the results. As you can imagine it’s a stressful and anxious time so I’ve written this poem to about how I feel at the moment.

my head aches, i feel sick
i don’t know what’s happening
or even when i will
i’m waiting for results
that could change my life
in so many different ways
my life is in limbo
so much i want to do
but everything depends
on the results
i’m hoping they come soon
free me from
this unseen prison
that i’m living in
i just want to know
what my results are
so i can live again