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As the Crow Flies

As The Crow Flies

Staring past the curtain,
At the vigilant crow upon the mast,
The creature unaware of a presence,
In a moment forever lost.

Unflappable in its endeavour,
A breather from its hunt,
A distorted view of the world,
Its cackle alerting its murder..... of its next tenacious stunt!

Unperturbed by darkness,
Its itinerary meticulous, movement, stealth like,
As day gives way to darkness,
A sky drifting magenta decline

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Cuckoo Dancers

Cuckoo Dancers

Discarded dusty beer bottle lying dormant on the tracks
Commuters await their carriage
Adorned in business like macks
Trees sway in gentle breeze
Capable of more tension,
Performing their shedding of leaves
Far too many to mention.
 
Pigeon jumps on pigeon
Mating season for all to see,
Another squirrel scurries across the tracks,
Across leaves and debris.
Solitary heron surveys the scene,
The dance of the platform,
The cuckoo dancers ensue.
 
Discarded shower gel lies half empty on the tracks,
How this could have got there, no one can tell
One person steps forward to check for his train,
Another steps back with woeful refrain
This pattern continues to emphasise my point,
Stemming from this anxiety a new dance I anoint.
 
Discarded crisp packet bounces gently across the tracks
Reminding me very much of a man on the moon,
Station clock shows the train arrival is now late,
Man grunts, swings his brolly...he is clearly irate.
 
Discarded cigarette pack fades gradually on the tracks
Whilst woman fixes make up, man kills time by playing with his phone,
Amazes me how people just can't leave them alone!
Man lights his cigarette in a reluctant fashion,
His car has broken down and he hates public transport with a fervent passion.
 
A multitude of people are gathered here today,
Business attire the name of the day
A brief case, a brolly, a black bowler hat,
And in some extreme cases
A flasher mack and a comedy 'tache!
 
Suddenly in the distance
A growing light appears,
A communal silent sigh of relief
As the train begrudgingly nears
Man stubs out his cigarette
As the train makes its approach,
In anticipation of his selection of coach.
 
Discarded Autumn leaf floating lazily across the tracks,
The platform is now empty
Awaiting its latest cuckoo dance!
 
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Our Day Out

Our Day Out

Our day out to Wales in the Summer of 1981
In car temperature soars that alike to Lebanon,
Not like the previous year of 1980
When temperatures where more akin to Haiti.
Mark one Cortina of a family friend
Seven of us packed in till journeys end.
Car fumes dilute with stale tree air freshener,
Musky heat smell windows barely ajar
Stomach turns, nausea kicks in
Travel sickness arrives
Pull over the car!
Our Welsh arrival is welcomed by rain
Without this a trip here would never be the same
Ridiculous wellies at the ready and embarassing kagool
Not much different from a day out with school!
Countless gift shops adorn the cobbled streets
Each one identical to the last
Welsh towels, traditional dolls and kiss me quick hats.
These cobbled streets stem the flow of insessent driving rain
Forecast of sun will speed up its refrain,
The break up of clouds and retreat of welsh dragon brollies
Cuts to a sweltering waterfront and melting ice lollies.
Old people hog seafront benches
Cool bags of sandwiches
Some ham some cheese
Cold flasks of teas
Making mockery of the seafront heat
Tartan blankets on knees!
Jingle jangle of keys stating Cymru
Signalling the end of our day out and seaview
Its back to the car and our cramped journey home,
Bank holiday traffic roadworks and cones.
In years to come i would appreciate this place
Beauty on our doorstep Escape from big city pace
Castles of interest, Proud national heritage
More fascinating with age
Its even the place i was to become engaged!
So thanks to my parents for those painful days out
Thankyou to Wales for showing me what you are about
Days out and camping
Coastlines for miles
You have brought me much joy
Rain hail or shine

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Our Las Vegas Wedding

Our Las Vegas Wedding ( For My Love)

As our feet finally touch down on safe terra firma
Thoughts of our marriage could not be further
Jet lagged and weary
In a strange foreign land
From our port hole window
Bright lights...rock silhouette,
Darkness disguising its sand.
Overwhelmed and exhausted
Blackpool times a million is the feeling i get
As we step into the terminal,
From our large jumbo jet.
First sound we hear is the jingles of fruit machines
Welcoming you to Vegas
Its not all that it seems!
Just a teaser...a taster...a hint if you will
A fantasy land to the tourists,
A slave to the dollar bill
My comparisons to a large Blackpool
Could not be further from the truth
As we stand dumbfounded and wowed by its majestic proof!
The reason for our visit is our imminent marriage
As we wait nervously for our luxury carriage
Wee Kirk of the Heather Chapel is our quaint destination,
Chosen for Scottish links
To be the venue of our elation!
My mind is awash with mistakes i may make
A dropped ring or a kiss the wrong way
My bride smiles and reassures me....she feels the same way!
Standing at the altar..as chapel door opens
My beautiful bride in blue appears
My heart starts to race as i choke back a tear
Soon we unite at the head of the alter
Its now that i realise this is natural
Im calm, i will not falter!
Preliminary vows are read by the Minister
Uniting our vows
To pronounce us Mrs and Mr
Our evident relief
As we walk from the chapel
Hand in hand to the flash of the camera
We kiss on the boulevard to start a new chapter in our life
So here's to our future,
And did i mention....My beautiful wife!

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Lazy Summer Day

Lazy Summer Day

Forget the beads of sweat running down your face
The thousands of pests that occasionally invade your space,
The salty stinging sensation in your eyes
Just enjoy this weather and the weathermans lies.

Its only the sun we crave when we go abroad
Close your eyes, relax and totally absorb
Now i'm no sun slave,  although this poem may deceive
I shall always use sun block...or i'll burn...and eventually peel!

As i try to relax and survey for my pollinators to save the worlds bees, the ozone layer and Amazons trees,
Amidst the peace a bee tentatively circles the lavender
But whats that noise, the bee is distracted.....
Its Geoff next door with his orbital sander!

The nearby sound of a remote control car
Not a child in sight but two men in their fifties  is quite bizarre,
A nosey neighbour is out and pretends to polish car lights
Investigating the noise and this curious site!

Our first decent summer in over 3 years
The ice cream arrives selling its wares,
'If you go down to the woods today' or 'Match of the day' calls
As the rush gathers pace for 99s and screwballs!
Lets have a coke and a smile and enjoy the large current bun,
Have a read, do a puzzle
For soon we"ll be grumbling,
With the arrival of Autumn!

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13 Years

13 Years    
  
Rolling wheels,
Through fields of heather,
Browns and purples,
Steel blue of cold,
Regimented act of military manoeuvre,
It's perpetrators oblivious of its repetitive farce.

As we enter this erie caledonian mist,
A sleepless and dream like state,
From our early sojourn and departure,
Our purpose to reach a distant grave,
Accomplished  under cover of night.

Dreams of fresh, crisp, loch pine air,
Diluted with local village coal,
A visit made in tribute,
To a lost or unspent soul.
Differing feelings of mourning,
Expressed with silent thoughts,
the drifting scent of roses,
As they bob gently from the shore,
An incident barely spoke of,
Just great sadness....disbelief,
Has become a surreal transcendental feeling,
More of spiritual connection than of grief!

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At Days End

At Days End

Home again,
Discard the watch,
Free yourself from time,
Wash the hands of work, This time is all mine!
Strip the clothes,
To wash the mind,
Relax, wind down,
Now its all behind,
Now i'm all yours
I am home again!

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A Beggar Man

I am the invisible man that shuffles these desolate streets, people passing by or through me as if I'm a ghost.
My appearance must scare them, my street attire practicality not Halloween, it's never always been this way
Nobody knows my story
Or knows where I've been.

My thin dirt encrusted Mack is waterproof, merely a casing to my inner layers, my thick, oversized, rancid sponge like fleece keeps me warm. If I eat and stand still for too long the pigeons begin to swarm. Threadbare trousers held up by string, moth eaten shoes and holy socks seeping in rain that make my blisters sting.

My rucksack of premium strength cider helps fuel my slovenly carriage, hard to believe once I was in a loving marriage. My only friend is a cardboard guitar, my livelihood and companion as I mimic the stars. As I sing along to my out of tune songs in a drunken whining lilt, I long to replace the cider I've spilt.
The warm hearted donate, whilst others i just irritate. I don't mind, I ask for nothing much, just some change to enhance my state.

Christmas is now here, I plink my cardboard guitar to bring festive cheer. Tinsel drinkers are out in their hordes, Merry Christmas to all! I trample my imaginary boards. Police radio crackles as im moved on for causing a scene......but I don't care, nobody knows my story...or knows where I've been.

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Ocean Star

Ocean Star

They said talk to us us if you think things are getting too much,
Is the weight of the world on your shoulder like a wrecking ball
You see, your a danger to me
Just a faite a complait
Just a danger to me
A trial to test me.

You, you ve had a life of obligation
Train of thought takes you station to station
Emotions universal,
Well at least nation to nation.

A bullet would have been quicker
A speeding train more instant
But then you opted for your last trip
Too late in time to ever be saved
A potent cocktail and a watery grave.


The thunder clap crashes over a roaring sea
Terrified clouds escape the scene
To a grey sky backdrop of wailing, swaying arms
Or are they the despair of screaming trees.



Although I never fully knew your pain
Your emotional distance was such a crying shame,
To let your lights fade out so soon,
And like the tides are determined by a moon from afar
Your spirit lives on as an ocean star.


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A Post Trauma

A Post Trauma

The drinking goes on,
Only now under greyer skies,
And much darker clouds.
The smoking increases,
Every calming exhalation,
Equalled by clouds of pain and confusion,
A speeding pulse momentarily regulated by drugs,
Only for it to all start again!
To be alone is pain,
Although company is comfort,
To wake up and realise is heartache,
Yet the end of a day is relief,
The day having been a battle,
A quality of life a light year away,
The aim at present...to remain stable!

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