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A LOVE HONEY SPUNK BUNNY Dec 22, 2023

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A song for a love honey we called Ann Summers due to her working there, she asked me for a birthday card poem and caused me a writer's block which when I tried to explain she cursed me a look of pure disdain , so I wrote this along the lines of a frigid flustering fool that she'd doubtless be serving at the Ann summers shop. Katie looks at all men with indifference and always takes fun from them , Bravo darling it's all we deserve.

TWO DEGREES Dec 22, 2023

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This is a poem about the complacency of people and their attitudes towards the temperature rise of two degrees you'd think that the powers that be were waffling about a couple of cream teas or the price of peas, some have the audacity to blame the up and coming new economies such as the Chinese after we have been pumping out the smoke and sleaze since the early 1750's others think that it's just a temperature tease and come the next year we'll all be back to the big freeze I don't know what it's going to take to move the world's most powerful trustees maybe when it begins to back flush the drains up around everyone's knees .

CAT FLAP Dec 22, 2023

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A musing written for lily age 9 and her cat Sean who's got terribly fat due to been neutered, he's put on a lot of weight I've narrated it in a yorkshire accent due to Sean being born and raised in Harrogate .

THE TAXI DRIVER Dec 22, 2023

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A musing about a taxi-dermist cabbie who wouldn't stop spieling about his slaughterhouse side line job, my friend and I could see and smell the blood by the time he'd finished our short journey.

THE BODY OF JOHN DOE Dec 21, 2023

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Every experience of adult behaviour through the innocent eyes of a child is quite terrifying now as an adult even death is placed into a calm casual context your maker might as well be a baker.

GOOGLE Dec 21, 2023

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A short story I wrote about our Neo Omnipresence that seems almost God like in its power and control , the all seeing eye that invisible entity watching over everything we say and do , as the super computer takes over completely and begins to do a billion tweeks a minute to everything mapping the brain body and everything else in our universe maybe one day soon a connection with the great unknown will happen but would we humble humans even know let's face it the vacuum seal of space or infinity is the perfect place for the digitalised Deity to inhabit and the language is of cause cosmic microwave background that it's been using in a constant continuum for billions of years .

REFUGEE Dec 20, 2023

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From Bonaparte to Lionheart from the mayflower to the superpower all Nations have produce refugees at one time or another we're all to blame for this ever increasing burden of shame

ANN SUMMERS Dec 20, 2023

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A musing for a women we called Ann Summers due to her working there she asked for a birthday poem and caused me a writer's block which when I tried to explain she looked at me with utter disdain so I wrote it along the lines of if I bumped into her serving at the Ann summers shop Katie scowls at all men with indifference and takes fun from them Bravo darling It's no more than we deserve. Art work by Steven Richardson .

LINDSAY Dec 20, 2023

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A poem I wrote for the everso beautiful Lindsay who is leaving after 11 years she brought her LGBT spirit and colour into our drab fifty souls of grey community bombing us daily with vivid wondrous paintings she takes with her an extraordinary feng shui losing her is like the loss of a perpetual summer's day , artist are the community take them away and you kill it's soul you're left with empty plastic people with tarmac tongues and concrete craniums.

EMANCIPATION Dec 20, 2023

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Walking into a very expensive veggie vegan boutique i listened to the sermon of a spiritual salesman , it felt as if you we're about to adopt his precious vegetables , this high priest of the Celtic druids so worshipped his wild woodland produce I got to feeling that my blood would be sacrificed under an oak tree named Zeus after i touched a sacred sprig of his mistletoe obviously punishable on pain of death .

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