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  • whine

    whine

    With apologies to The Stranglers… Chardonnay Chardonnay yes I know what people say that you’re just the same as eating cakes of cream. i can dream, oh I can dream… that one day they’ll devise wine that doesn’t hit my thighs wine that actually makes you fit and thin Shrinks your skin and sucks you…

  • Num-mum-bers

    Num-mum-bers

    today is the last day of national poetry writing month. So I thought I would think about my blog – poetry has become part of my blog and hopefully, it will continue. Just don’t boo me off the stage quite yet! And no, I’m not being paid, this is purely my opinions.  Stats are numbers…

  • I see the Finishing tape

    I see the Finishing tape

    its almost the end: The end of the month. The end of the (rhyming) line. The coda, Full stop.  Start again.  One more time. I’ve been quite hermetic, I’ve not written much. But I’m happy I’ve written what’s right. And I’ve put myself into my words, spilt my blood, Vented spleen, cried some tears, late…

  • Physics and art: in memorium

    Physics and art: in memorium

    The really weird thing is I can never remember The day you left us for good. When mum died the day was stamped in my memory I may as well write it in blood . But you, you with your quietness, you slipping away from your mind Where did you go? Or is the real…

  • blink

    blink

    Sometimes when I can’t think  I shut my eyes and drink The darkness in Let it seep in to my poor raddled mind Sip it and soak in it Slide over the stains Of my day.  The lost opportunity  The wrong move The faint crackle of fear.  Let it soothe and calm me Cosset and…