He’s my dad
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He’s my son
I’m full of energy
I’m all done
There’s food to be had
True that be
I’ll walk it off
It’s Gaviscon for me!
I know broken,
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where insanity nearly takes over,
life of torment & no one to ever hold you.
I know broken ,
when you cry yourself to sleep each night,
when eggshells is your life.
I know broken,
Paper is a good listener
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With an eloquence serene
The scrawling nib that writes
The thoughts of what I mean
What will we wake up to, tomorrow?
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Can the sun bear to shine on a new, fresh sorrow?
Where will be hurting?
Who will be crying?
What breed of hate will make sense of the dying?
I lost my Parkrun newbie badge
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At Oakwell Hall Parkrun in Birstall
It was the day before my birthday
So I was looking forward to cake
I am being haunted by cake.
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In the morning when I wake,
I can taste it on the tip of my tongue
I’m woken to the smell of coffee and toffee cakes,
of lemon drizzle, chocolate puddings, red-velvet, ice-cream, battenberg…
In Biblical terms three score and ten, is our allotted span.
Continue reading “A Letter To My Future Self”
Six decades gone already, so I have just one more to plan.
I often write to do lists, but this time perhaps I won’t.
Risking negativity, I think I’ll write a list of don’ts.
Every day we turn on the news at 8
Continue reading “Because Today Is Just Another News Story”
Every day brings another heartache
Bombs of the battlefield are now placed
In the offices of our elected officials
Intended to turn their bodies into a bloody paste
Though from our warm living rooms and plush armchairs
It doesn’t seem all that bad.