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I made an advert!
It’s true. Some of you who have been with me for a long time now, will know that I like to dabble in poetry and I have had my very first poetry book published this year. Now, anyone who has a poetry book out will tell you, it’s not going to earn you a million!…
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My book ‘A Plateful of Poetry’……
Is now available in paperback! It has been a long and slow process – the kindle version has been up for a while now but the cover needed to be re-done and various other bits and pieces but now, I think (and hope) everything is ok! Christmas gift idea anyone? (It’s not too early for…
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Catch an Idea
Ideas and plans, in a mad swirl, they come – I frantically grab, trying to hold on to one. I’ll cling on so tightly, inspect what I find – it shines back so brightly and lights up my mind. I’ll roll them all up, and safely I’ll keep all the other ideas and buy them…
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Just An Act
Applied for role of hero but got the joker’s part. Never seen as regal but has a royal heart. Performance of an amateur shy player takes the stage. Not sure of any movement or if it’s the right page And as the curtains start to fall will they hear the crowd? Will it be applause…
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Betrayal
Some memories bring comfortothers might make you smile.The ones I had today were painful,I hadn’t had them for a while. They go back to a timewhen happiness should have been shared,instead I was left out,I was hurt and no-one cared. It wasn’t even the first timethis group had forgotten me.But the pain is still so…
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One Frosty Morning
The house is quiet,as the new rays of daybounce off the snowy roof tops outside.The sky, I realise, is chaos.Alive with birds, frantic flying.All talking at oncein feathered communication.Every surface, diamond coated,as the night’s frost keeps hold.The frigid air forms iciclesin my lungs with each deep breath.Fresh, clean and sharp.There’s an excitement:In the air?In the…
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HOME
If my sofa had a mood would it laugh or would it brood? If my lamp could sing a song, would the table hum along? Dancing chairs along the floor as the windows clap for more. Would the carpet walk away could the bookcase make it stay? Would the lights up on the ceiling tell…
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Be Still
Be still, my mind. Stop trying to make sense where there is none to be found. Switch off that constant stream of words, images and sounds. Let the emotions go, like a child’s balloon, into the sky. You have no need to hold on any longer. Close the shutters. It’s time for rest. Stop all…
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Counts on it
Darkness. Always so dark. Enveloped in the mists of time. No steps are heard on the cobble floors, no laughter rings out across the large, empty rooms. Webs strewn like confetti at a wedding of the dead. The Castle sleeps. He sleeps. Waiting. Knowing. And as the Mother Moon reaches her heights his bloodshot eyes…
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We all need this at some point
I admit I’m taking a big risk with this one. If you don’t usually follow my YouTube channels, you won’t know I have done a few of what I call ‘Visual Poetry’. That’s to say, I take a poem I’ve written and put it to music with video. It’s a little creative itch I get…
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