Autobiography
The end of us the end of me
She said I was nuts when I jumped in the river but I was hot and didn't care it was -33 and i had a fever of 103 I dropped a cannonball down on a sheet of ice
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I Remember Then
Remembering a time of Peace and Love!
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An afternoon
I float in I float in on a raft of escapism The wind on my back Sun sightedly, for I had had a great escape this afternoon (a trip to the movies with my mother) From the postoffice I came,
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The Hague
Silky in the sun, them dutch houses, creaking staircases, creased faces lined with laughter and its aftermath, tears. I'd never walked before. Rushed, direction driven
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THE FLORAL SURPRISE (IP) True
I took a stroll through the park looking for some skylarks on a beautiful hot sunny day watched the children out to play The roses reds and pinks softly blowing in the wind
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THE LANDING BUSH True
I went to the local shop walked slowly back looked up at the sky turning black A huge Seagull with it's wings opened wide Zoomed down on to the Geranium bush only 3ft in height
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Acceptance Part 1
A moment in time...
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Death Makes Us Small
You left the world last night Sudden as the flick of a switch I saw the moment you surrendered And everything, everything shrunk- Eighty-eight years of life, minus three days
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TIED UP AT THE OFFICE (True)
My job at the office then was a telephonist see no time hardly for a cup of tea I would always say "Good morning how can I help you"? The boss had gone out I sat in my turnable chair
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The consultation
Lyttelton 1994 Dr v.Vake’s consulting rooms - - - “Please, have a seat. Your name?”, “Timothy Tucker.” “The complaint?”, “Chronic diarrhea.”
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Gladiators
Gladiators Backstage, the poets wait like gladiators, hydrating, meditating, training quatrains. They look fit, but the green room, in the mirror, their eyes glint
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Senses 1
...I mistook you for deep water so held my breath and went under...
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Punch up in the Rovers
and two hours later I opened the door to plumes of smoke a Victoria sponge
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How do you lick a dartboard?
Take off the darts.
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How to get yourself cherrypicked 2
If being nice is to nice for you try some of these handy alternatives.
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Minimilism
What is it? should we fear it?
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AT EASE WITH MYSELF
Not boasting or Exaggerating Am at ease With myself Today Managed to Have control of myself The gain I should Consolidate Sustain Controlled Not whole But part of My life
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SQUATTER ( 1 )
Imagine yourself Squatting in a House you used To call your own You have become 'unwanted guest The house is Youe temporary abode It is not Your own That is what I felt Today
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There's a dog in the playground!
a goalkeeper runs up for a corner sprinting like an escaped con
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Commandment
"Don't jump!" He commands in soft paternal tones. Space is curved in on itself and you will only end up back where you started. "Don't jump." She smiles from above knowing bones will not
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Forget-me-not
...it stopped like a blood clot rotting...
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Void
...the void turns on a pivot of loss..
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Days like These...
‘The Chaos Theory’ personified – you and your room...
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searching dream
I stood on the ramp leading to the front door. I looked left and saw her standing on an identical ramp some 500 meters away. She waved and I heard "meet me on the patio for sandwiches."
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Gledhow Wing
The wind beats hard on the Gledhow Wing windows. The ring on her swollen fingers tracing the lingering lines of your tears as she smiles. White sheets. White as a ghost. White.
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NINE THIRTY-FOUR IN THE EVENING
As an experiment, I wrote this directly onto ABCtales, a form of free writing if you will. For the record I love my wife very much, it is my illness that makes me withdraw.
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Sweethearts
I was the wasteland. I was your terminal decline... You were entwined with; Me and I was your mine. It is the bitter; bitterest taste that pulls us apart. Where we once
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Thanks...thanks for coming out
A truelife poem about Waldo
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the eyes of mystery
A poem about passing strangers in moments and places in life and realizing a familiarity from that briefest of glances
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Introduction
An introduction to: The Life of an Unperson
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NEGOTIATED SETTLEMENT
Towards the end Of the day I deceded to Hold an enquiry Summoned courage Said Should know more About my inner Rage Instructed myself Not to feel Miserable Broken and Abandoned
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Don't play the Victim.
She's making you leave this place, But don't play the victim. You have an honest face, But don't play the victim. She hurts just as you do, So, don't play the victim.
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Medusas
I didn’t kiss Odgeir because I fancied him, but because I knew other people fancied him.
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The bus journey
To my seven year old eyes the bus seems all powerful; like some great elephant lumbering its way through a heard of wildebeest.
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charity shop dream
we walked up the road, her cycling, me dragging a pair of ancient speakers.
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Eggs,Beans andChips
This piece is a short exploration of the sublime mystical and religious significance contained in a plate of eggs beans and chips
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FOR ALL HIS LIFE... (I.P.)
For all his life he'd tried his best To make the grade, to pass each test; To raise the bar, to win the game To leave his mark, to etch his name; To scale the heights, to reach the top
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MAGICAL MOMENT
You women out there, what was your experience of childbirth?
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After Russian caravans
Mapped into a mouthful of day, Recorded in crunches given to ground, We mark our way in treads and sounds, here Ivy greens the memory stones, Weaving over peaceful sleeping,
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The black owl
The black owl eyes me: a sharpness in the shapeless dark I'm awake as a knife: thought inks, the dull drops ache a slow fall, entering a thick night, the mind giants collide
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The nicking grass
Autumn came too early, Summer bruises purpled the shadows those red bricks walled and threatened, stuck trees loosed ill-aimed conkers, poxing the lawn.
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Divided Ground
Divided Ground (6th July, 2010) United we sit, to observers visually sound; Divided we will fall on this unsteady ground. You’re rising up, loud and proud, to make a stand,
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A camping we will go...
Let’s amble back down the winding path of time to 1983. To a patch of ground on the Nicol Ballogie estate near Aboyne and the Peterhead scout troop’s annual summer camp; where boys became men!
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How to get yourself cherrypicked
Its simply wonderfull
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The Maple Leaf Rag
Well well well
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wee street cats
Set in Craigmillar, Edinburghs notorious housing scheme. True animal reminisencess. Lisa and Linda. 8 paws and 2 tails.
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Tarrot
The card was the 9 swords, I swear I dreamt it, Its lingering in my mind, The potential is drastic,
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miniature fireworks on the 5th of July
miniature fireworks on the 5th of July, as seen by a perpetual amnesiac I missed almost all of them last night; my feet were heavy with steak and Scotch, and a wall of trees blocked
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Im shaking
Im shaking, Im frail, I went off the rail, I'm holding on, My skin has gone stale, A battle has raged, I came out below, But to depths We must go, to discover
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I'm deD
i DRAW the last motion, I feel the last breathe, I pause for a moment I hesitate, I'm death I'm alive im absorbed, I flee towards a sword, I know I am reckless
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"Long Time No Speak..."
Off he goes again – like a well-worn LP.
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Shadowless
He knows I want to talk about you - that I've been thinking about you the whole time. He can sense your ghost lying at my side in the grass.
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RAIN WATER FONDLY REMEMBERED
Long before The torrential Rain Comes Pouring down Warnings comes In the guise of heavy Dark clouds Followed by Lightning and Thunder Mum's commanding Voice Carrying urgency
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scars, for my lover
Scars for my Lover You have left no trace upon my skin and I will not write you there or mark myself like a tribal woman On the inside of my thigh or the indent of my hip
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i hate the lonliness of your leaving
I hate the loneliness of your leaving… I hate the loneliness of your leaving the way your eyes will no longer look at me as if already you have forgotten already
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