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This is my very first post. At this stage there is no plan. No structure. No idea where this is going! I am not a natural or gifted writer but for some reason I often get the urge to write. I’ve never shared any of it before but now, perhaps it is time!
we could sit here and talk about the weather
whatever
but if you please
i’d rather talk about cheese
cheese like cheddar ?
No – there’s no place i’d ever rather be
than opposite a lovely plate of brie
with red wine if I’ve a thirst to quench
I always have a thirst to quench
or a baguette because of course the best brie is french
all the Monday mornings
are packed in a box with long weekend memories and bicycle locks
forgotten moments folded within truth
relationships built on love as proof
personal pleasant no FOMO regrets
family castles with foundations of love mixed with trust
love hydrated by our personal rain
again and again
Love is the roof that keeps us all dry – it’s the only reason why we can fill the box with Mondays
It starts with an excited thirst at first.
Moves to a refreshing glug.
Lengthens into a warm swallow
appreciation of the cold dry liquid
finishes with an ah! that’s good!
I’ve got the right hump
with president Trump
I don’t know if it’s vanity
or just plain insanity
but he’s made a right mess
of my pension pot
it takes one to know one says Dylan
and i’m of a mind to agree
i am one so i know one
good samaritan no one
helping who ever i see
learning how to play the new world role
escaping what we used to call dole
if i buy the big issue do i get abolition
from the poverty road show we know
i pay taxes on money i’ve earned
and i pay taxes on money i’ve burned
i pay taxes on everything I do, and you’re still asking more from me.
fifty nine years old
never written a haiku
perhaps i have now
I search for memories in the dark forest of my subconscious mind. Pictures and sounds, tastes and textures. Reconstructed fable or truth. Making them conscious. I apply the outcome to my present state and arrive at a road map of my future. Only to go off piste to discover my true destiny, over which I can only aspire to control. Then I call this fate and, if I'm lucky, I accept it.
Loose change in a deep pocket countdown for a sky rocket Five four three two one Choose change: Find your voice even choosing not to choose is a choice.
Looking for affection Look at your reflection We all have issues Used all the tissues We fought hard in the fight from the dark to the light There are no easy answers just questions and chancers Sick mouths to be fed men want to be dead dreams peace denies war baby cries.
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
My younger brother Ian died.
He died.
In 1990, in a hospital bed in Mallorca
he died, I survived.
He died.
He lived for days after the crash in Minorca, with his family by his side
he died in a hospital bed in Mallorca
He died. I…….
I wish I’d cried.
I didn’t cry,
and that’s why,
today, 33 years after he died,
I cried, and wish he hadn’t died.
and wish I’d cried.
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
paultales 