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(Note: Contains Strong Language) You made it sound enchanting; All those beautiful words Scattered like stars throughout you books. I wondered around you cold water flats, Climbed with you, up the graf encrusted stairs, to the top floor, Like possums climbing trees to reach the moon. Your fourth floor magical hideaway from the city, IncessantlyContinue reading “The Beat Poets of New York City”

Up early doors for my bowl of Weetabix, My fuel for todays shift, seven till six. Driving to work and through the big gate, Plenty of new orders lying in wait. A dedicated workforce from bottom to top, Our windows known locally as the cream of the crop. Windows, patios, bi-folds and many doors, ComeContinue reading “I Love My Job”

Why struggle and strive just to be alive? Seeing no reason for all of that labour I failed to see how being a good neighbour lets you care and try to share good moments with those around you.   I was a survivor and a moaner for there was no joy in being a lonerContinue reading “So Often I Asked Myself…”

A virus like war is trying to divide us all. In many ways most of us are helping it along, sadly. Just like a war, a virus is trying to kill us all off for no reason but just because that is what a virus does. Is that not a good enough reason to stickContinue reading “Me and The Virus”

I’m always on my laptop writing just for fun,I while away the hours, until my work is done,I’ll type away for as much as I can handle,I’ll work day and night, and burn the midnight candle. I’d like to get my work published and show what I can do,I’ve waited far too long for this,Continue reading “My Work”

Rosalind sends us the latest topical episode in Mr Ketchup’s continuing mis-adventures! “Oh no, not another three weeks lock down!” moaned Mr Ketchup.“Twenty more days in the dog house.I have reached the ripe old age of seventy plus seven.Oh Tabby, what ever shall I do now?” Sighed, Mr Ketchup.His friends were really worried about him latelyContinue reading “Mr Ketchup’s Lockdown Meltdown”

Jump in a puddle. Let the wind dance through your hair. Light a candle for someone forgotten. Write a thank you note to your former self. Talk to the bubbles in the bath. Live each and every moment pretending your not scared, For you can find happiness waiting, Only if you dare. By Mikael

The time, encumbered with the beautiful generous selflessness, a witness of horrible selfishness, we see humanity naked and raw.   Mothers overwhelmed, fathers stripped without knowledge of a tenable future, we are to ourselves heroes just to have a fingerhold on the cliff and rock of how fragile a mountain.   Delicate are the steps we make to manoeuvre  andContinue reading “The Times”

May your camera have a spool, always, May your belly be full, always, May your lum reek, always,* May your tongue speak, always. May your friends be loyal, always, May your family never toil, always, May your dreams come true, always, May your disappointments be few, always! By Tam Laidlaw *’Lum’ is a Scots termContinue reading “Always”

Walking on egg shells Waiting for someone to crack. Tiptoeing Hiding beneath a mask. Queues in the supermarket a mile long. Can’t cope with this dam atmosphere. It’s like walking on a tight rope higher than one can bear. Shut in a cage like an animal let out like a dog for exercise The injusticeContinue reading “Searching for Inner Peace”