There’s an old man on a ancient footpath that I walk, every time I meet him he greets me with a smile and a, “Hallow nice to see you again!’ He has arthritis, his body is invaded with pain but, how his eyes shine, it’s as if he has access to a grand secret. Good […]
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A day of a past leaf is blowing through my mind, a black and white time of Kodak Brownie pictures and sandwiches on the old seaside sand. Childhood glories in ribboned hair and sandals, a day of candy- floss pure fun. Inside of children forever hidden, youth’s young glory, when everything was known, mysterious mystery
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The Question that nobody hears, the moment that passes, empty fenlands where water meadows hold the tears of the dead, and laughing Seagulls deride the ever hopeful. I once knew the smiles of the gloriously naïve, before childhood was stolen by market forces and misery sellers. The question could be put quite simply, ‘Why don’t
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When I go people will say things. Don’t listen to them. People and friends love to put a nice full stop on things. Funerals are usually a theatre for the mourners. Very seldom do they relate to the dead. The body in the coffin will prove that silence speaks the truth. And what of me?
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I have found the transition to owning and using a mobile telephone extremely difficult and vexing. It seems self-evident to me that the design of these creatures is purposefully carried out by an enemy of the human race. I will try to explain by describing what has happened to me recently. I have found the
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Stagnant people in a stagnant world trying to be better, trying to cheat time, All know that yesterday was good, all know that the now is bad. Aging children in old bodies. Is this the real Hell? Could a divine hand invent anything worse than the burden of knowing what is to come? What a
Go on walking fool, hoping fool, endless villages interwoven with lost souls await your tread, and when you stumble for lack of light do not be surprised that there is nothing to catch you. The lingering echoes of the lowland bell, tell tales of the torment wilderness wanderer. Gone is the light of dazzling youth,
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Something whispers tonight into this cold autumn wind, a shadow on the sea, a face looming out of the tree trunk bark, this cold ancient wind murmurs your name, and fallen leaves rustle. Remember, the long winding country lanes, the back road glory trails, that you said would always be there for us, yes, that’s
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When your old bits fall off, that’s why these days I remind myself of my mothers’ old mangle. Everything is so difficult these days; even the smallest task is like trying to climb a mountain layered with Banana skins. A vexed profusion of dilly dallying old men, and prostrate fallen heroes with prostate problems. Enemies
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Old age brings with it such a thirst for life, these hollow shadows of former things, where comforts ghost moves inside dead bone loneliness. Forms of sacred wonder move inside a finite brain, drenched in delusion but, calling out to a ‘something’? There are weeds; there are slagheaps of the past, gone to an old
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