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!!!

Thursday, 5 April 2012

Transformation

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  Dear Andrew, Thank you - all of you – the other evening, for a pub of drinking men, drunks and fat boys, teenagers: all a fathe...
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Monday, 2 April 2012

Auntie in the nursing home

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  Laughing Buddha, red as a baby; laughing nurses waddle bottoms; battering rainspots – let me in boys, window patter, nurses patter,...
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Thursday, 29 March 2012

Romancifying Vincent

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  There was a young Dutchman called Vincent who painted the postman and peasant living in hovels, loving the brothels, relationship...
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Monday, 26 March 2012

That's a first

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  says Fred, the train guard, when Andrew hands him tickets and smiles ‘I love you!’
Friday, 23 March 2012

Work

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  My proposal was important (had to be there tomorrow) lots of kudos hanging off; reputation, dollar, sweeter promise and words p...
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Tuesday, 20 March 2012

Expansion

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  Far out – nothing - fancies everything and (under the covers) they fight each other - spirit and form – and then something is b...
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Thursday, 15 March 2012

Andrew's advice

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  Remember you - your new friends - like the ones you met sitting doing nothing on a train when you refused to let them light faces ...
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