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Beachcomber The shores of sleep last night Were not of soft white sand, Strewn with intriguing driftwood, Magical wave-smoothed rocks And shining wine-coloured weed Cast up from the deep. No. The shores of sleep last night Were strewn for miles With the wrecks of dreams, The hulks of hope And fragments of fantasies, Lying like [...]

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Shoreline When the wind rages I share the shore With a few brave souls Driven from home By dogs or inner demons. We nod, curtly and pass, Silent, heads down. Today, the sun shines, The waves are mild And I share (with bad grace) My strand with strangers, Bred by heat from streets, Sunning themselves [...]

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  Masquerade.   When I was young I could not see That there was any way to be The real person I am inside. It wouldn’t do; I’d have to hide. Now I see it is my task: Imagine life without the mask, To be each day as best I can That real person I [...]

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  Black Dog Hunt me down then, Stalk me, track me, Pin me down and corner me, Pursue and torment me. I’ll fear your shadow Even in noonday sun; Scrape of claw on stone, Fetid breath, panting tongue. The silent nights When I wait to hear The footsteps on the stair, And know you’re there. Black [...]

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  An antidote to the St Valentine’s Day massacre(aka Rip-off)   The most dreaded day of the year for many dawns today (14th February) where husbands quake, wives sigh and singletons hope. Yeah, right, that day. I am not a fan of St V’s, not in the slightest. It comes not so much of being [...]

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  Stale, mate   I’m stuck, trapped, boxed in. Whichever way I move, It brings me back to here, Walled in and cornered. I’m sick of the knife-edge tango This dance with balance and the relentless Dark Queen Chasing me across the board. I tap-dance between squares, Trying to escape with clever moves returning always [...]

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  Waking Somewhere inside A clock goes “tick” And I stagger Up the shores of sleep Draped in weeds And shreds of dreams To face the day Blinking Rubbing my eyes And wondering: Where have I been?

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  Seagulls #smallstone 12   Seagulls circle low Swirling and soaring around Raucous calls ring out

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    Sea, she   The sea calls me. Some days I answer, Worship at the threshold Like an awed neophyte. Other days I resist, Turn around to woods, Walk away, fingers in ears Refuse to hear the siren sound. I return, of course: Sit on shingle, skim a stone, Watch the ever-changing moods Never [...]

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  The following lines came to me (partially, anyway) yesterday in church. Those of you who notice the first line(and the title) is in homage to Jenny Joseph’s wonderful poem, give yourselves a gold star. This one is for Mark,who asked for something lighter after the somewhat grim offering yesterday. I was wearing more purple than the Bishop [...]

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