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Breathe

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This weekend we have had a wonderful time in Margate. Whilst we were there we dropped into The Turner Contemporary to be part of the audience for The Landing Place poetry event. There were some talented poets performing. The theme was the seaside to coincide with the photographic exhibition at the gallery. It inspired me to write a new poem about being at the coast. BreatheAnd now breatheRelax inhaleExhaleFill the lungsWith pureLife giving oxygenLuxuriate in the oceanWhite washed wavesBathing the beachThe golden borderBetween chaos and peaceLoose yourselfIn dreams of the seaPurify the soul Discard the detritusOf 21st Century livingDistil virtuous from vicious Dig deep seek an ataraxis Breathe InhaleLet yourself be freeEscapeOn this the edge Of heavenWhere sand meets the sea. 

Are We All Mad?

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This morning I was thinking about what is the difference between someone who is sane and someone who is a little mad. It got me thinking that if you can break through the facade that we all put up when in public, I think more of us would accept that we have one or two “mad” tendencies.  Now I don’t mean axe murderer type tendencies but just some idiosyncrasies that set us apart from being “normal” whatever that is?ARE WE ALL MAD?Are we all madJust a littleJust a teeny weeny bitAll set, just off the middleJust south of being normalIf being normal is a thingThere’s an idiosyncrasyInside most of usIt’s what makes us differentDifferent from those whoAre described as saneOr is sane the sameAs being boringBeing vanillaLike a magnolia covered blank bare wallLike someone who knows it allOr thinks they have it allBut are they hidingTheir little bit of insanityAre they craving to beDifferent like the rest of usDeliciously deliriousDesperately distractedOccasionally crazedFrantically hair-braine…

Choices

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As we get older we can all choose how we live. There are many choices...some easier than others. No two people are the same and therefore what’s right for one won’t be right for others. My poem today explores some of the choices we make. 
CHOICES
As the years pass
There are choices To be made To grow old gracefully Or grow old disgracefully To live an active life Or live a sedentary life To occasionally go for a run Or permanently sit on the bum To be tee total Or to drown in alcohol To visit distant places Or stay with familiar faces To have a balanced diet Or indulge in a daily fry up To save for a rainy day Or spend up before pay day To be in a crowd feel all at home Or to be isolated all alone To engage in face to face communication Or to totally rely on gadget electrification To live life with one soulmate Or be a fluttering butterfly on a date To be guided by daily challenging goals Or to waft along like long lost souls To take care in appearance dress to impress Or to wear scruffy rags couldn’t care less …

In My Head

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This week in the U.K. it is Mental Health Awareness Week. I have struggled myself over the years with mental health issues. Often these issues were driven by negative voices in my head. It’s easier said than done to try to ignore them. I am at my most effective when I live in the here and now. I cannot change the past and there’s no point worrying about the future. I just have to keep reminding myself of the fact.

And Here’s The News (12th May 2019)

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The third in my series of poems summarising today’s news. 
And Here’s The News (12th May 2019)
A daily dose of caffeine makes you stronger Coffee lovers live two years longer! Rich people prepare to flee Britain With increasing fears of Corbygeddon! The publication of this year’s Rich List Can’t find my name, again, really pissed! There’s winners and losers and a has been He’s no longer a billionaire Sir Philip Green Streaming 1 film eats up energy Same as boiling 60 cups of tea! Like a stuck record it’s time to go for May Husband no longer thinks she should stay! Good news for those tying the knot Today’s newly weds less likely to split! Title decider Liverpool or City Harry happy on nappy duty Lottery winner money laundering Staff misery for ministry not paying Fingerprint technology not good when you’re old The lines fade over the years so we’re told So that’s the end of my news in rhymes From today’s edition of the Sunday Times. 

Laptop Dancer

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This poem was inspired by my laptop crashing and me losing a document I have been working on for over 18 months!Laptop DancerShe’s a little bit qwertyA little bit dirtyFlirting with her electric charmsEmbracing me with virtual armsTo let me work, to let me play She’ll let me turn her on each dayTapping twinkling on her keysHer curser flashing, such a teaseMistakes I’ve always made a fewDeleting following a thorough reviewThere’s times I want to escape herControl alt and delete herThere’s times I simply can’t computeAnd inflict on her a total rebootOur memories are never lostWell hopefully fingers crossedLike an elephant she’ll recoverNew items for me to discoverHowever there’s always the danger She’ll treat me like a strangerStop streaming due to a virusLose my file and cause a crisisHost a bug like an invasive cancerA love hate relationship with a laptop dancer


And here’s the news...(5th May 2019)

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Here is my latest poetic take on the news....today taken from The Sunday TimesAnd here’s the news...And here’s the news...Williamson’s fighting backAfter May gave him the sackParents should be fined for swearingI can’t see that fucking workingRadio 4 presenters interrupting A bit of a stew about deliveroo delivering Queen now richer, richer than the QueenMay luring reluctant labour fuelling the Brexit machineMillions ponder H on Line of DutyStill waiting for the bloody Royal BabyNo police cells to lock em upMan City women win the FA CupLiverpool victory still clinging onMore plans to renationalise by Mr CorbynBrexit stockpiling helped the economyCabi, door to door selling to make more moneyKiefer Sutherland takes his songs on the roadPrince Charles now a bloody B&B landlordSo that’s the end of my news in rhymesFrom today’s edition of the Sunday Times. 

Mind The Gap!

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Last week we visited Cinque Terre in Italy. It is a beautiful place with 5 picturesque villages. However the tourist train that connects the villages felt like the London Tube at rush hour. Thus the inspiration for today’s ramble! 
Mind The Gap
“Step back” “Train approaching” “Mind the gap” Platform panic Jostling for position Pushing in Without permission A scrum develops Which envelops All but the mighty giants And those who show defiance With armoured elbows  “Keep clear of the gap” The announcer bellows This does nothing  To calm down the bustling Every man women and child  Fighting for the space They’re denied Second guessing  Where the doors will open A shimmy to the right Another push no word is spoken A foreigner tries to be polite He is ignored as the train rushes in Turbulence takes away the breath A step too far and certain death Squeezing, squealing a little teasing Stopping in the station just Travellers push and some thrust Forward towards the gap they try The doors finally open whereby The tin of sardin…