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Night Bus

24 Saturday Sep 2022

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A short piece taken from the collection of poetry, prose and lyrics entitled ‘Another Tease’ (links at the end of the post. Enjoy!

I sat on the bus, watching the night-lit streets as they passed by like frozen, shrouded memories. The juddering, stop-start motion seemed to bring an uneasy comfort to my body, detached as it was from my consciousness. Other vehicles, heading in the opposite direction, appeared and then disappeared as if they were on some mythic quest, their headlights dull and dim below my position on the top deck of the bus, illuminating nothing but the first few steps on a journey without end. For a moment it seemed as if only they knew the direction in which to move in order to find some salvation, some respite from the pain, and yet I knew, contained within each metal box, was nothing more than one more lonely figure hoping beyond all hope that something, some miracle, would appear to snap them out of their coma.

Buildings rose up on either side of me now; giant monoliths, some pale and dark, devoid of life, tired and waiting for release, others still humming under the electric glow which gave them purpose. Their eyes stared out without seeing through the dark, and were gone again, lost to me as I moved steadily on. Their facades hung momentarily in my mind like all the faces of people I had met in my life, before fading into a sea of ashen memories. The night around me seemed to tighten its grip as, like an abandoned vessel, we sailed on.

To both the right and to the left of me roads sprouted off from the main artery down which I was travelling. They sparkled and twinkled with the hope of the newborn before even their lights were swallowed by the darkness into which, it seemed, the whole world had fallen. I shuddered as the bus lurched around a corner: not from the cold – I had long since become immune to that – but from the impending realisation that we were, at last, nearing my stop, my final destination.

And then everything was quiet, but for the pounding in my chest and the pulsing in my head. What if I were to remain on the bus? Would it eject me when it reached its destination, its point of termination, or would it show a glimmer of empathy, offer up a hand and cradle me to its heart? After all, my brain reminded me, what point was there to alighting, to leaving the bus to continue without me, if you were no longer there to welcome me home?

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Something Blue – Nine Things Blue

09 Tuesday Aug 2022

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A crumpled card
Seaside view,
A sapphire ring
Not quite new,
The evening dress
Never worn,
A loving note
Newly torn,
A bluebell wild
Favourite bloom,
Hanging moon that
Fades too soon,
A hidden stream
Once was known,
A star-lit night
Secrets shown,
Cool eyes bright now
Soaked with tears

Something Borrowed (not really) – Borrowed Time (a song)

08 Monday Aug 2022

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Ran on down through the night

Passed the high shot pusher on the corner,

A hundred hungry faces cried

A thousand tears of sorrow.





Saw the lost on the pavements

Met the all-day fallen on park benches,

Watched the closing of cafes

The all night sanctuaries.





A street light lit the alley

Old man crying in the gutter alone,

Hollow girls in the doorways

Promise of escape for some.





A wallet slips into the night

A thousand hands reach for offering,

A knife shines in the road

The broken hearts reach out.





Night time lovers flit across the sky

Don’t hear the dying breaths downtown,

The misplaced and abandoned

Souls that can’t go on.





The downtown joys of such men

Can’t feel the pain of life,

Too many broken hearts

Which live on borrowed time.

A Farewell

28 Saturday May 2022

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A very short story today taken from the collection of poetry, prose and lyrics: ‘Another Tease’ available via the links below.

Hope you enjoy this.

I thought of you then, on the day that I left, knowing, despite the words, that we would never meet again. I thought of you as I sat in the darkness, as the Sun dipped like a dying friend beyond the horizon for what might as well have been the last time. I knew that I, like the errant Sun, would rise again, but that neither of us would ever be quite the same: the Sun would burn fractionally less brightly, its gaseous source ever so slightly diminished, and I, with less reason to rise than before, would begin to become a shadow of myself. I thought of you and the words that we had shared wondering if you had ever truly understood my meaning. Had you thought of me as a friend or merely an acquaintance, and had I ever truly understood what lay behind your eyes? I thought of how close I felt that we had become, our shoulders brushing against one another as we shared a joke, our laughter spreading its roots between us connecting us forever, or so I had imagined. But did you leave me behind along with all the other artefacts of work when you closed the door behind you and returned to your home?

I thought of you and wondered whether I had been too obscure, too subtle in my words and looks, for you to see me. And what exactly had I felt? Was this a connection that I felt that I had needed or something that had burst upon me unexpectedly and had opened a new door which whispered quietly for me to go through? Perhaps the moment had come for me, after a life of living at a comfortable distance from the edge, to finally take a chance, a risk. But, of course, caution is a powerful bedfellow, and, by the time I had recognised the chance, if had closed its eye for ever.

I thought of you then and wondered if you had ever lain alone in the dark beneath the Summer’s heat: I wondered if, like me, you had lost yourself to imagination; and I wondered if you had ever found yourself with your hand between your legs, wishing its fingers were mine.

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In Hope

16 Saturday Apr 2022

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Because it seemed appropriate

Again there was no warning
As huddled in our shell
We turned our eyes towards the skies
To take the fear away.

Those we trust and those we hate
Though ill-will we have none
Move us left and move us right
To pass the time away.

Fires burn within us
As fierce as those without
For futures stolen from us
And childhood stole away.

Your barren desert trophy
Reward for what you sow
The rape of all your greed can see
Can't take our hope away.



My Sister’s Heart

09 Saturday Apr 2022

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My sister’s heart

Lies in the sand

Where your hatred

Buried it,

But it still beats

And calls her home

In camouflage

Bearing arms.





My sister’s heart

Lies in the sand

A shallow grave

Without mark,

But it still beats

Inside your head

Pulses strong to

Track you down.





My sister’s heart

Lies in the sand

But will not sleep

Lonely, cold,

And still it beats

And always will

Until it finds

Its peace.

It’ll be lonely this Christmas…

13 Monday Dec 2021

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…without a good book to hold (or, failing that, one of mine!). So, in  shameless act of self-promotion, (and hoping that at least one person out there has picked up on the festive reference to the ’70’s group Mud) may I be so bold as to draw your attention to a few books that might be perfect for those last minute gifts!

Falling Sleet – a collection of poetry

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The Candle Game and other stories

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Another Tease – poetry, prose and lyrics (perfect for a non-festive sing-a-long)

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The Beautiful Silence and other stories

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For lovers of Amazon I can only apologise as I have had some issues with the links! I can assure you that all of the books are available through their site.

Happy reading one and all!

Night Train

25 Saturday Sep 2021

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One final piece taken from my recently published collection ‘Another Tease’. From next week I shall be posting more new pieces which I hope that you will enjoy.

But for now here is poem entitled ‘Night Train’ which I hope you enjoy and, if you do, there are details on how to purchase the collection at the bottom of this post. Thank you.

The night train came

Like Arctic winter

Drew into the platform

Its presence announced

A rumbling roar

Which stirred the senses of those

Who could not move,

A platform crowded

Shrouded in the silence

Of isolation

Bodies shuffling on automatic

Knowing the journey to come

Yet helpless in their resistance,

Seated now staring with the vacancy

Of untenanted rooms

Rooms closed off to sightless eyes

Tunnel-visioned pulled on

By a darkness

Whose whispered words

Seduced like an absented lover

A promise of redemption,

Rhythms rumble wheels on track

Devil’s chains around my brain

A voice that cries

So pure so clear

Yet smothers reason with unseen hand

And blind like time

The sinking Sun drips blood

Unsure of its return.

‘Another Tease’ is a collection of poetry, short prose fiction and lyrics covering themes as diverse as love & war, faith & loss and hope & depression. The lyrics have no melodies – each one is left open for the reader to create their own interpretation.

ISBN: 978-1-329-16251-8

Available now via:

LULU

As soon as the book is available on other platforms I will post more!

I hope that you enjoy reading!

Let You Down

18 Saturday Sep 2021

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Another lyric taken from my recently published collection ‘Another Tease’.

Another lyric today. This is called ‘Let You Down’…feel free to create your own melody.

Hope you enjoy.

I’m sorry

I’m so very sorry

I never meant

To let you down

Never meant

For you to drown.

I’m sorry

I’m so very sorry

I never meant

To let you down

Never meant

For you to drown.

On days

On days so much better

So much better

Than these

We watched each other dance

Made promises on stars

I swore I’d never leave

I’d never let you fade

And nights

Nights we shared as one

In brighter dreams

Than we could hold

We watched each other shine

Make circles in the sky

I swore I’d keep forever

And never wish away

I’m sorry

I’m so very sorry

I never meant

To let you down

Never meant

For you to drown.

And how

How did I let it all

Fall away

Fall to shadow

We watched each other go

Leave footprints in our hearts

I swore would never happen

I’d never let you fade

I’m sorry

I’m so very sorry

I never meant

To let you down

Never meant

For you to drown.

‘Another Tease’ is a collection of poetry, short prose fiction and lyrics covering themes as diverse as love & war, faith & loss and hope & depression. The lyrics have no melodies – each one is left open for the reader to create their own interpretation.

ISBN: 978-1-329-16251-8

Available now via:

LULU

As soon as the book is available on other platforms I will post more!

I hope that you enjoy reading!

Tangled

11 Saturday Sep 2021

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Over the next few weeks I am focusing on editing some short stories which I will hopefully be able to publish in the near future.

In the meantime I am going to share a few pieces taken from my recently published collection ‘Another Tease’.

Today’s post is a lyric entitled ‘Tangled’. Hope you like it.

I love you but I’m broken

The words you said to me,

I’d like to hold you baby

But I’m not sure I’m free.

I’m tangled up and twisted

Afraid of what you’ll see,

The loneliness and fear

A darker side of me.

My shredded heart is open

Lays weeping on the ground,

Your words tumble around me

Fall lifeless with no sound.

But I will wait

A thousand years

To hold your heart

Again,

And I would walk

The continents

To bring you back

Your love.

My tears will fall forever

But never set you free,

My heart can offer nothing

There’s little left of me.

I love you but I’m broken

The words you said to me,

I’d like to hold you baby

But I’m not sure I’m free.

But I will wait

A thousand years

To hold your heart

Again,

And I would walk

The continents

To bring you back

Your love.

‘Another Tease’ is a collection of poetry, short prose fiction and lyrics covering themes as diverse as love & war, faith & loss and hope & depression. The lyrics have no melodies – each one is left open for the reader to create their own interpretation.

ISBN: 978-1-329-16251-8

Available now via:

LULU

As soon as the book is available on other platforms I will post more!

I hope that you enjoy reading!

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