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I am a British born native of Scotland. I am married. Sworn in as an American Citizen in 2010. Hence a Legal Immigrant. My likes are poems. Good and bad. Long and short. Art. Old and new. Music. Predominantly jazz. And current affairs. Sometimes not so current current affairs.
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The New Year
I moved from 16 to 17 like a bewildered teen When the ball slipped down the pole In a sleek dazzling dance, and I had to get out of the party as dates flipped Because the eyes and wine glasses… Read More ›
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Grandfather’s Clock
I remember Running through streams and stepping over twisty ripples One mossy rock at a time, The thin hands on the grandfather clock Ticked and tocked and stopped momentarily Allowing our laughs and screams of joy Time to spread through… Read More ›
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Patience
When the good in people Wins the battle Evil Will wait And wait Until it can strike So let it meander In Hell’s Never ending realm Until it consumes itself In its own self rendered rage
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Hillary Struggles (to walk)
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Surely It Kahn’t be!
Really. Who on earth apart from liberals and the MSM couldn’t see through this sensationalized drivel. Not once did Trump criticize Muslims in America never mind in the army. He is pointing out the dangers of unmitigated immigration from countries… Read More ›
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When The Sun Settles
I know what the sand on a French beach feels like Underneath my feet and startled by the friction feelings Heightened by the foam lining the rocks Much harder under My body pressing down to push me through the cracks… Read More ›
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Summer Time
What a beautiful day Nice Hot Sweaty Clean fresh views Of the raspberry bush Purply red prickly swaths Of leaves And fruit And watery streams Running away from springtime
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Inflatable Snowman
I’m sitting on a chair Under the moon In my garden And my inflatable snowman is still full of air. 10.13 pm Christmas Day. That awkward pause when evening casts a melancholy mood Over the laughter and hurt feelings That… Read More ›
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Snow
It’s not the same I say As I watch the rain pour down A week before we celebrate The birth of the Lord our Saviour. In this clammy climate, The killer humidity, Where sandals Shorts and tee shirts are the… Read More ›