January 12, 2020 at 12:13 pm (Poems) (, )

Looking without sight

Milk bottles taped to tired eyes
World view contorted.

Ripping them aside
Reveals broken detritus
Unstable footholds.

© Julia Dean-Richards

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January 9, 2020 at 9:12 pm (Poems) (, , , )

No hiccups are heard

alcohol prohibited:

Dry January ✔

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January 8, 2020 at 8:27 am (Poems) (, , )

Whilst on a diet

I smell porridge in the air:

But do not eat it.

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December 29, 2019 at 8:49 pm (Poems) (, , , )

Christmas comes and passes by
But stars still shine in our night sky
And that good wish is here to stay
To hold us steady on our way.

Remember how we all sat round
With friends of old or newly found
And opened gifts with open hearts
And cooked good food and played our parts?

Now take those feelings on with you
And find what we can really do
With Christmas wishes through the year
To make another star appear.

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Christmas 2019

December 18, 2019 at 1:11 pm (Poems)

Christmas 2019

What would Christmas look like
If we could really choose?
What would we embrace as ours
and what be pleased to lose?

Who would we invite to sit
at the table where we live ?
What would be our Christmas gift
If we had all to give?

When we turned on the radio
What Christmas song would play?
And who would share our morning
When we woke on Christmas day?

I wish a thoughtful Christmas
and hope the angel sings
and sends a star to guide us all
What ever next year brings.


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December 7, 2019 at 10:18 pm (Poems) (, , , , )

It’s a winter-torn end to a toryful year
and it could well get worse in the UK, we fear,
for amidst all the lights is a circle of woes,
which we can not ignore, as its shape looms and grows.

Well it’s my friend who’s hungry and it’s my friend who’s cold and it’s my friend who’s suffering because she is old, and it’s my friend who’s broken by caring too much, ’cause this hard right wing government is so out of touch.

Their policies rankle, but they’ll never care
for the people who live on this island we share,
Their philosophy teaches that we are to blame
for our own sorry loss in their terrible game.

So tonight as I hang up my Christmas tree star
I have only one wish which will traverse afar:
May the people who care for those under my tree
put a cross in the box of the Labour Party.

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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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