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Terence Mullan

 

I shaved my head again today. I shave it every couple of months to disguise the fact that I’m going bald.

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Me and My Muezzin

When I was a lad I worked on big ships. Here I describe the Suez Canal stretch of a sea passage from Quebec City in Canada to Colombo in Sri Lanka round about 1977. Our ship was loaded with a bulk cargo of poverty relief grain financed by the United Nations Fund for Population Activities (UNFPA). Some of my writing is an embellishment of the truth and a little bit of it is the result of pure imagination, but this poem is as near to the truth as I could get whilst attempting to remain poetic.
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Beneath Cnoc Daod

It would be hard to find a place more beautiful, peaceful and welcoming than the Beara Peninsula in West Cork.
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You Never Said

For someone I loved a long time ago, you know.

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992 of my comments have received 1076 Great Feedback votes

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And without skates.

Posted on Fri, 28 Feb 2025

And without skates too, which is just as well because they'd struggle to fasten them up.

This is a great poem. And I like your choice of song too.

Nice one Jenny!

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Ras Gombo

Posted on Thu, 27 Feb 2025

Unfortunately I never went to Ras Gombo. I just sailed past it in the night... three times actually during the course of my seafaring days. Those waters around the Horn of Africa are a dangerous place to be now. I doubt if I'd be falling into a...

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Roberta Flack

Posted on Tue, 25 Feb 2025

That's a wonderful song.

Her other huge hit 'The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face', written by Salford's Ewan MacColl, is a very moving piece to read as poetry even without the music and Roberta's beautiful voice. 

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Without moons

Posted on Tue, 25 Feb 2025

Gustav Holst in written word. Lovely lines of great mysteriousness.

I smiled at the concept of Top Tweet Tuesday. It gives the impression that Elon Musk has a fluffy side to him. I tend to forget about Mr Blue Sky. I'll go and have a look...

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And it would last 'til the end of time...

Posted on Tue, 25 Feb 2025

I get this Jenny.

Roberta Flack's passing a few days ago brought heaviness to my heart as another morsel of reality morphed into mere nostalgia. 

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Bullied bullies

Posted on Sat, 22 Feb 2025

From my experience it seems that the bullied often go on to be bullies themselves. A real 'vicious' circle. Maintaining constant awareness of the problem's potential is probably the best approach. 

An interesting read Jane.

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The phone and the IPA

Posted on Sat, 22 Feb 2025

Your woman with the phone and the IPA is much more a hero than the likes of Robbie Williams or David Beckham have ever been. How many people's heroes are true heroes? How many truly brave people have gone unrecognised?

This is a wonderful...

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Twilight

Posted on Sat, 22 Feb 2025

I wish my brain had a record & playback facility

I wish that too, for remembering those dreams that are dreamt in the half awake half asleep no man's land and which are lost the second that the waking up process is complete,...

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Limericks

Posted on Fri, 21 Feb 2025

A nice bit of rhyme that really made me smile.

Good luck, especially with the prune soup.

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School

Posted on Fri, 21 Feb 2025

Hello Jenny.

Foxwood School had been only for boys when it opened in the late 1950s but the year group I was in was the last before they opened it up to girls. So there were always girls around but not in my year. When I reached the sixth...

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Posted in The Sogginess of the Long-Distance Runner

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