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, 18 June 2011

To become real

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tonight I’ll tell you, if you want to know, about a desert campsite long ago with mammoth bones and the moon a jeweler striding ou...
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Wednesday, 15 June 2011

A Joy

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When I was young, I’d suck up sherbert, fun like a fool, take chances at dances: looking for miracles, I’d go straight into any ac...
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Monday, 13 June 2011

In my time,

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I’ve entered many caves and pots and what entices me about any hole or grot is not the stalactites and mites; it’s more that ...
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Saturday, 11 June 2011

One morning

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a one armed man with a trilby on trotted past our transom twenty times. I asked him in - and sat him down. ‘Gi’ us some beer’ h...
Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Bond

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Look God – you did it - didncha? Put me in here, didya!? Make it clear, matey - it’s bin creepy lately. You see, I dunno whet...
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Sunday, 5 June 2011

Why Not?

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Gordon was an old guy we met in a bar-room; Andrew clocked him early, gave a target smile. Gordon got latched onto (caught ...
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Friday, 3 June 2011

Resurrection

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Today I heard that Andrew’s condition is worse than we knew – another Syndrome whacked his nervous system long ago - and bashes li...
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