I like walking by the seawith my head in the sand.I like picking up my seashell ears to listen for freeto waves with their timpani drums and starfish band. I like getting away from everyone all aloneto be by myself to see what it means on my own.I like being by the sea in the …
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Just another one with my head in the sands of time
I was just another onewho knew it was wrongbut didn’t speak up for what’s rightand slept safely in my bed at night. I was just another one who didn’t actapart for showto get brownie points rackedup on my school report to sleep well on my pillow. When history books gathered dust on my shelvesand history …
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The Bellringers’ Tale
Old friends with old tolls to tell,pulling together despite a ropey universe,where nothing means nothingand whenish arrives the hearse. That rascally boy and that tomboy girlringing doorbells and running awaysnapping cheesy smiles of frankensense and monster myrrh,unwrapping presents on a vague week-long recordless birthday. OAPs singing songs from The Great Warkeeping everyone awake in the …
Unless
The best thing about having young parentsis they’ll be with you through a lot of your lifeunless they die youngwhich is the worst thing about being young. Of course the young looked older back thenand getting older turned them back youngunless they acted so oldthey pretended to never be young. Look through a kiddy kaleidoscopeand …
Just Round the Corner
Sixth sense at sixes and sevens,reading too much into bibles and heavens,best be down to earth and no nonsense,with a say it as it is and a penny for your thoughts with a sales tag pence. Play dumb to deceive.Play undertaker to bereave.The younger you are, the longer you’ll lasttill aging takes over which it …
Blind Date with History
Occupational hazard for the meaningfulis posting their ideas for the meaningless.The worst best thing for guillotine builders is being coolas they lose their heads in a bloody mess. Running to the wings and coming to a dead endpoor little rich millionaires run out of mansion bedrooms to hide incornered by wool knitting nitwits who’ve pulled …
Houdini Getaway
The getaway car’s engine is running inconspicuouslyready for the disappearance act.Timings throughout meticulouslytimed to overturn doubts and make them fact. If all goes to plan, the getaway will get away with it.The authorities won’t have a clue.No fuzz but champagne fizzand living it up in sunny climes with nothing but leisure to do. Codename ‘Calvin’.Make …
Sniper of Words
Writing poetriesis like Nostradamus wrote prophesies.I don’t know if they shed lightbut, if you drink enough to candles like me, they might. If you breed sentences with turkey-fat wordsyou can make them full of fake alibi meaning.In any court of poetic justice, you might get away with being a free-verse jail birdwhen you answer for …
New Year’s Revelation Round the Corner
Sixth sense at sixes and sevens,reading too much into bibles and heavens,best be down to earth and no nonsense,with a say it as it is and a penny for your thoughts with a sales tag pence. Play dumb to deceive.Play undertaker to bereave.The younger you are, the longer you’ll lasttill aging takes over which it …
At the End of the Day, it’s the End of the Year
365 daysdo 360 degreeswith winter snow, springtime bloom and summer hazethrough to autumn leavesspiralling back to icy freeze. I’ve had quite a yearthat no new year’s resolution could have crystal-balled.An unseen leap year forward on February 29ththat would have left any boastful know-it-all fortune teller appalledwith no anniversary near. How’s it been for you all?The …
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A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 