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The Anarchy of Mindfulness
In the past I have been ruled. In the future I may be fooled. But here and now I’m simply me; a spirit who’s both wild and free.
Posted in Mindfulness, Politics, Uncategorized
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They’re at it again
They tell me Trump’s gone mad again; he’s threatened us one and all. He’s determined his is the biggest, so all others must be quite small. It’s challenged Donnie’s ego; another nutbag’s got a nuke. and challenged Donnie’s manhood (the … Continue reading
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Muzak
“Blood and dust” so said the song; I tapped my foot and sang along. Until I thought just what it meant; the pain that was where those words went. The meaning that was hid behind that simple tune were so … Continue reading
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Rhythms
I hear the beating of the drum but it always sounds so hollow; it’s not the sort of rhythm this old heart can follow. so I always make by own song and follow it most blindly hoping that it’ll guide … Continue reading
Posted in Life, Spirit, Uncategorized
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So long ago
So long ago I wandered high upon the open plains; high on the Alpine meadows, I held a horses reins. With Little Bit beneath me and a bit of tucker too I could climb a bloody mountain or run down … Continue reading
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Life?
There’s days whe I feel troubled, there’s days when I feel joy. There’s days when I have wondered “Is there still life in this old boy?” But then I hear the laughter welling deep within my heart and then I … Continue reading
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On Goblins
On the night of the Full Moon, the Goblins come out and search for what mischief might be about. They look to the left, they look to the right to see what children they can give a fright. But all … Continue reading
Posted in Kid's Poetry, Life, Mental Health
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New Fangled Poetry
I can’t write this modern stuff; I just don’t see its goal. I see word lists and that’s enough to make me wonder if it’s whole. A poem made of lines that short and nothing there that’s rhyming goes against … Continue reading
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A dime a dozen
“A dime a dozen” someone did say about the words I write today. But in my heart I do not care; I write these words because they’re there and if, one day, you just should feel these words can somehow … Continue reading
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Jackie
Many loves I’ve have in life, but none more precious than my wife. She’s one who is more than she seems; of her inner beauty I could write reams. For now, suffice it if I simply say “I’ll love her … Continue reading
Posted in Family, Life, Love
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Poetry
Poetry is just a bunch of words; the musings of intellectual nerds who think if they pontificate they’ll open wisdom’s hidden gate. But if the truth should e’er be told most that’s written is just Fools Gold.
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I met a man
I met a man the other day who told me “There’s another way.” Maybe it was the drugs he took; he certainly had a diff’rent look. I decided that he must be mad; or, worse still, evil and bad. Then … Continue reading
Posted in Life, Mental Health, Politics
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Happy New Year
Another year has floated by to evaporate into the sky. Another year of sights and sounds; the wonders of which life abounds. Of course there were the ups and downs; we’ve had our smiles, we’ve had our frowns. But, all … Continue reading
Posted in Life, Mental Health
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Paucity
Paucity is my bedfellow; in his pit at times I wallow. It is the state within my mind, and tightly my life does it bind. It’s how I grew, it’s what I knew, it’s what my mind held to be … Continue reading
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Ramblings on Xmas
That god bloke floating up on high sent his son down here to die. To cleanse us of our ‘sins’ it’s said and so we killed the bugger dead but still at Xmas time each year we celebrate, with lots … Continue reading
Posted in Humour, Life, Politics, Spirit
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