Autobiography

My Future Positively Glittered

…but oh…the indescribable bliss of having passed that audition…

A dweller on the threshold

After breakfast the doors were opened and it was as one man stumble stumble trip all fall down. All over the grounds littered like corpses patients were lying around sleeping on the lawns.

The Triumph of Decadence

It was my first voyage as an Ordinary Deckhand with the RNR, and I was just seventeen years old.

mother

My mother lived a childhood she could've done without then she passed it on to me unconsciously the depths and the bends and the anxiety.
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This Glass Is Half Empty

I won't run away It's not like yesterday I'm not twenty one But this is still going on It's still going wrong Heart aches and breaks she's had plenty With her head hanging down
Cherry

Hooked

Haiku written 15th May 2013 while enjoying coffee time at Burns Beach Cafe as the 'resident poet'.

Growing up

Every now and then the wind brings a sign It usually sends a signal telling me to step out of line I don't always listen but I'll admit its hard to resist

Yebo!

The Zulu salutation is “Yebo” (or YeeEbo!) Yes! And the greeting is returned by, how are you? “Ninjani!” Customs and traditions in South-Africa

Memories Of The Blitz. ( The nightclub ). Part One.

Part One of a memory from 1979 about the famous Blitz Clun in London.