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Ruinous Governments
Its a war on words and ideas that are just, they make a pact and renegade on the fact that you agreed their wielded written word’s; scorn you and laugh at your confusion and plot your demise, descending hope falls broken, and to cope is through tears, heartbreak and blood shed on your doorstep. ——-…
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Cruelty in Politics
The knives are out and the dissection started, Each knowing and set their direction signalled.. Tax cuts or higher tax to quell the over wealthy as they lean in and offer or finger their purses. Each one turning the tory vice on their victims: a family, school children, refugees and workers, the struggling overwhelmed by…
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I didn’t know that Cobbles were real!
She wobbled on the verge of the cobbles, which appeared as if by surprise. Giggling she walked across the bumpy terrain and balanced on her toes. —– Looking up, she laughed to her Dada, ‘Cobbles!’ she laughed,’ not in a book or on a film nor in Minecraft. Cobbles!’ she shouted and tripping lightly, fell.…
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The Blue Way
Slowly, shifting our stumbling minds they open Pandora’s box, letting their principles die, their seeming petty crimes bloat their egos and blind the people to their continued gaffes, grim groping and giving lies instead of truths in quantities, too many to number hoping to confuse, discombobulate, muddle and distract, thinking the populace too thick to…
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The Eternal Pilgrimage
I’ve walked the ways of curlews and grasshoppers, through meadows and pine trees, muddy lanes, valleys of mists and cliffs where choughs called to my soul and saw sun gilded branches and great ocean waves holding the glory of gold. === I’ve walked hospital corridors, shared shed tears, watched the light go from a sick…
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Waiting in the Night
Twas evening, when the fishermen sail, the sun shifting to shine on other seas, Faintly glowing the far off stars herald the approaching night. —— the light slowly recedes from the shore, as somewhere a wise owl calls from a wooded glade, where rested roosting birds ready to wake the dawn. ——– The silken skin…
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The empty House
The For Sale sign hung expectantly for weeks, til the joyful hurrying agent slapped ‘Sold’ on and had ages of paperwork work through while a loving couple who lived there were truly gone. —- It was their cosy home and garden, built in peace around their chattering children now moved on, loving hands that cleaned…
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Guantanamo Fear or Victims
—— He hides face in his arms as they grabbed him, twisting, hurting his already rope burned skin, innocently he had travelled to aged Afghanistan, guilty by colour and creed he was violently taken, not arrested, nor accused like hundreds of others. —— Guantanamo Bay, a cruel place of tried and tested torture criminalising good…
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The Gower Pilgrim
The steps of ancients have walked this way, searching out for easement of earthly sorrows, seeking souls to bring to an earthy paradise or expiating their sins with hunger and sorrow, opening a way for newer treads of modern soles to journey through the patient places of Gower. —— Weary living brings the purposeful pilgrim,…
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