Real Poems

Words really matter. Blavatsky said 'the universe is never again the same for every word spoken!'. Reading and writing poems and poetry helps me concentrate on words, thoughts, feelings. My first son, Andrew, has Down's Syndrome and he allows me to see the world differently and that's a great source of inspiration - as are my sons Angus, Adam and wife Amelie...........words, poems, feelings ...........Love - of course!!!

Saturday, 11 July 2009

BreakDance

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I walk towards a school-house through sizzling evening rain; I’m heading for a disco ominous in my brain but I know my son will be...
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Friday, 10 July 2009

Angel

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Hey Look An angel Leaf shimmering
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Thursday, 9 July 2009

Old Masters in Florence

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Forget colouring in and anything to do with art – unless it’s felt music. Museums? They’re good for shouts, shocks: people look and ...
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Wednesday, 8 July 2009

Meaning

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Armtellinthee weeoutashadowovvadowt t’secundshockwur intdesurt when a wise man, big cheese, shaman, seer, spake;   ‘Before w...
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Tuesday, 7 July 2009

Writer's Block

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I tossed a glass of water within the past few moments and minutes earlier I popped (one by one by one by one) a bagload of sweets ...
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Monday, 6 July 2009

Vital Statistics

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Here’s a thing. My son’s vital statistics are; chest and waist 100 centimeters, hips the same. He’s like a column,  tube or cylinder...
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Sunday, 5 July 2009

Not Love

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Today so many food-words bargained for:   sausages or broccoli, chocolate or cauliflower, chips, peas, brown or white, marmala...
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