November 15, 2019 at 9:00 am (Poems) (, , , )

When hurt becomes song
Such deep beauty do we sing
That Angels listen 🎶

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Not So

October 30, 2019 at 6:42 am (Poems) (, )

Not So

There is no bond

That is perfectly formed;

I believe in the hook and eye,

The button and opposing hole:


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October 19, 2019 at 12:55 pm (Poems) (, , , , , )

A clockwork squirrel with little feet,
A car with backwards winding
A girl that danced, a waltzing beat,
A bear that walks by grinding.

A bear that walks by grinding
Growls empty words today
However well he’s sounding
He’s throwing us away.

The girl that danced, a waltzing beat
Danced out without a deal
And now she sits with the elite
While we all dance the reel

A car with backwards winding
Has seen it all before
And knows those days of ‘glory’
Meant misery for the poor.

A clockwork squirrel with little feet
Keeps falling off its toes
And going forward to repeat
Its past, it Brexits nose.

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October 14, 2019 at 8:34 pm (Poems) (, , , )

Sharing spaghetti conversation rich tomato juice and olive oil dribbling from our chins red wine releasing us from tight jackets into a real sense of

This was an improvised episode short haul flight through dance, poetry and daring. Tomorrow we will save the universe but first we need to

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October 13, 2019 at 11:41 am (Poems) (, , , )

Bring me steaming homemade soup
and torn off crusty bread
Give me a hot water bottle
and a pillow for my head
Offer me hot chocolate
Dress me in warm clothes
Tell me it will be alright
Then leave me be, to doze.

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A popular disease

October 13, 2019 at 9:51 am (Poems) (, , , , , )

Please let me out of here

Enter at your own peril

Not for the faint hearted

To be avoided at all costs

Until I die

Put your left arm in

Funny how?

Everybody needs somebody


Let me tell you about my life

In other words…

Never nothing no-one

Get me out of here

So many reasons not to say.

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October 7, 2019 at 12:16 am (Poems) (, )

When doors are locked
and darkness cloaks the autumn sky
When we are tucked
in sleepy beds, the fairies fly.

They think we mor-
tals will not wake to see their way
But leafy por-
tals open to reveal the fay.

And if our eyes
can focus past this earthly night
We’ll catch a glimpse
Of starlit dancing in plain sight.

While some may feel
afraid to dally with romance
Some curious few
Spread silken wings and join the dance.

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October 5, 2019 at 1:13 pm (Poems) (, )

Rudely awakened by a small sound

An unwelcome visitor had infiltrated his personal space

The wet nose against his hand was when he screamed.

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Ed Co

September 30, 2019 at 7:29 pm (Poems) (, , , , )

This is the story of a rich director
Who collected a cupboard of prizes
He was a veteran of film
Who had rejoined the industry
At the zenith of possibility

Despite many liquidations
He found success in China
Where a small segment of genius
Went a long way to forge his return

Largely inarticulate, he hired a spokesperson
to accept his nominations
then cut adrift from the timpani of fame

The last I heard, he had become a monk
on a whiskery greek island
But this may be a ruse
to ensure the privacy needed
for the hatching of ultimate imagination.

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September 29, 2019 at 11:56 am (Poems) (, , , , )

Is it romantic to be a muse?

I found it intolerable:

long-suffering martyrdom

for brief significance;

Broken butterflies

unpin your wings


eyes raised


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