Tag Archives: Poem

268. Edinburgh mornings 15: It’s a haar life. (13 Apr. 18).

Seems that every time I post something new the phrase “It’s been a while since my last post but….” is a bit more scuffed and worn than the last time I abused it. So I’m giving it a day off … Continue reading

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213. A black pudding fable. (05 Dec. 17).

Time for another visit with another piece from the darker side of things. Might see if I can find something with a bit more of a smile to it next time. One morning, on the way to the shower getting … Continue reading

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201.The Nancy Boo! Miseries: Poor Little Nancy. (12 Nov. 17).

It’s been a while since I was in here, let alone posted anything. And I’m not in for long now, I just had an urge to post something. Let’s see if I remember how it goes…. This little piece came … Continue reading

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166. “Oh Rabbit!”

This just came to me this morning, without any warning, before I thought of rising, or prising the eyelids apart. Not for kiddies, they wouldn’t get it, it’s purely just adult fun….   166. “Oh Rabbit!”. (04 Feb 2017).   … Continue reading

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“The man who killed Christmas. A saga in murderous red, green and silver”

Time for the Christmas ditties. This time I’ve found an image to compliment them with. Which is nice. Or maybe not. It works here not just because of the collective title for the these two poems, but because he is … Continue reading

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159. Most of my heroes. (17 Dec 2016).

There’s no real story behind this. Just a collection of words that appeared in support of the first two lines, which originally were only the one. 159. Most of my heroes. (17 Dec 2016). Most of my heroes, They all … Continue reading

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158.I still can see your face, in the thorny roses. (04 Dec 2016).

Not for the first time, and probably not for the last, it’s been a wee while since the last piece posted here. This was never going to be a blog that was characterised by the white hot heat of the … Continue reading

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149. I wake up (A true story). (16 Oct 2016).

This was as literal as it sounds in the writing. Except that I hadn’t yet been to sleep last night. Make that this morning. I looked at the clock and it was 00:01. But what I like about this most, … Continue reading

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148. Sunday morning getting up.

148. Sunday morning getting up. (02 Oct 2016).   I don’t want to get up this morning, Because once I get up the day begins, And once it begins then the day must end, And once the day ends, It’ll … Continue reading

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128. Like a breath. (16/04/2016).

Breeze on the back of the neck like a breath, soothes as it comforts annoys as it saddens. A reminder of what’s needed. That what’s required isn’t always available, to be invited into some lives. That the surrogate, however flimsy … Continue reading

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