Monthly Archives: April 2011

Listen with Mother (Nature)

(for the Birds in my life) Neither birder nor a twitcher, me, I’m listening now to nature’s voice, and one who makes it like a breeze, as she observes and listens, makes her choice, identifying birdsong in the trees, by … Continue reading

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An Easter Message from Good Friday, Good Fortune?

Easter is a time, in the Christian calendar, that celebrates sacrifice, but most important of all, forgiveness. I didn’t plan to write this article, it just came to me, prompted by some unlikely sources. It has given me another interesting … Continue reading

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STOP PRESS – a little recognition!

One of my poems, “Was That The Day“, was shortlisted in the Marriott Love Poems competition, which was run in March 2011. It wasn’t among the winners, alas, but encouraging all the same: a little tiny piece of recognition (for … Continue reading

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Message from Mother Earth

I woke to feel no breath, as if at birth, so I could hear the breath of mother earth. She heaves with sighs of lives foregone, reminding us we need to change our song, review the wiles of new invented … Continue reading

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Limerick Three

I have to come clean about me I’m really a charlatan, you see, full of intention with some good invention but nowt that’ll pay for my tea. © 2011 John Anstie

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Real Heroes

(the plastic coated deceit of 20th/21st century life) Who are the real heroes and people of true courage? Find out in this blog post… … and in this poem.

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Goons at The Graves

It’s eight o’clock and all is well for Peter, Spike and Harry. If they were at The Graves to tell the time, how long we’d tarry. © 2010 John Anstie (View the author’s commentary on this poem)

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