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Company of People

In the company of ordinary people, Clammy night encapsulated, Out of fifty languid souls, Lined up against the host’s burgundy wallpaper Stinking of nicotine no less, Waiting for a firing squad Or another drink which would suffice, There are eyes… Read More ›

Sad Part

I myself am regurgitating In my head A social gathering That is three days old But fresh in my mind, My friends or friend tells me If I am anxious about entering a social situation Don’t do it, Unless of… Read More ›

DreamRescue

I am exasperated By the fools around me I meet them every day In the morning, Afternoon And evening When the sun goes down And they appear crazier and crazier. Probably aware That the bed is there at the end… Read More ›

Antisocial Media

I have had a Facebook account for (to my shame) nearly eight years now. I also, for some inexplicable reason have a Twitter account upon which I scrawl my unwanted and asinine opinions for all the world to see. Usually… Read More ›

Envy or Reflection

But I guess the truth is

There is nothing here

To see,

And her mind is full of weeds

Desperate to strangle the beautiful flowers

In my garden,

Antisocial Media

I’m aching because The son I love, Is playing with fire In the Modern world, Grasping all it has to offer, Money and trips And mind altering substances, And the repercussions, Come straight back to me. He’s not doing anything… Read More ›

Notre Dame. Our Heritage.

Tell you what. There are young Europeans and Americans who will be upset about Notre Dame burning to the ground. But do you know what would really upset them more? If Disneyland Paris had burned down. I’m sure, students from… Read More ›

Brexit Exists

Parliament have not, as yet, and are unlikely to, deliver Brexit to the citizens of the country. Basically because most of the MP’s in the commons were so called remainers and have kicked the can down the road since day one. Democracy be gone.

In Your Head

My breathing is shallow Curtailed by anxious imaginings. All I can see, From where I sit, Are trees and flowers, And I hear birds chirping, Breaking the silence, But not the angst In my clenched fist. Or the trepidation Of… Read More ›