Shaken from sleep I see strange shapes moving, figures on a landscape that is no longer mine. Old ghosts on wise shorelines, innocence and evil walk hand in hand. Dead to the picture I wait at a blind corner where thinking solves nothing. Dark edges call me to shelter and diverse ways seem to offer […]
Before the sunset, the rich greens on summer meadows show out their wonder, and then the twilight hour calls in the cattle to rest, and in sleepy barns tired birds roost where the nightingale’s song music’s the moon. My world is now traced by a million sunsets and my history darkened by unfulfilled hopes. There
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A Cottage stood at the edge of time, where a woodland path led us to England, green in glory, where twilight hour gave us silence and safety. I find ashes where we once skipped through the merry bliss of young springs. Oh wonderful England you gave us hearts at peace, Bluebells chimed silent chimes of
You heard it said about, ‘the fool on the hill’ nobody and nothing in this world really cares. ‘be kind to yourself,’ an old friend used to say, ‘nobody else will, will they’? Down the decades I have thought about those words, their truth and their deep penetrating pain. And now a constant succession of
Go away tomorrow, you who made us dream and left us helpless in your garden of illusions. Your vain heart full of autumn leaves withered and flaking to dust. You take from youth’s naivety and plaster promises down the tracks of young years, you the bastard maker of rainbows clothed in certainties strange disguises. Have
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Time has no sympathy for old men, The walker on deserted shorelines leaving no footprint, The parrot and the patriot no longer talk. There are those who talk of tomorrow, there are those who talk of the past, then there are those who just talk. I once knew a place called England, England
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Harry Baker: Paper People Read More »
(Written for a friend who walked into the sea one day in 1967 and kept walking!) A top hat floating on the water Nothing left there, Just our total despair, And the wind, Your old umbrella gone, Misty solitudes sand in our shoes, Where did you go? I do not know from where your garments
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Who am I to ask God for favors’? When the aging are made living skeletons in human flesh, and sit in ‘Care Homes’ lined up like the condemned before a firing squad. How can I pray, ‘not me please, let me escape’? Where did this deep-seated ego come from, that pretends that I matter more
Silent Friends ghost in the ether of plasma screens; when the phone line breaks down, ‘send a report online’. The silence fills the space where human contact once was. I see a vast ocean of silent friends coming, friends that only come when you turn the electricity on. The TV box tries to break that
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