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Sunday
Walking home from church. Like seeing the sun rise over the week ahead, mind full of penitence, a righteous child, wrapped in reverential warmth and a sense of duty fulfilled. That place of comfort, as short lived as chocolate, such … Continue reading
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The Horizon Written … A New Musical Composition
A new composition from composer, Joseph Alen Shaw, is indicative of a man of considerable musical talent, who doesn’t let the grass grow under his feet. Not for the first time, has he used poetry to inspire musical composition. Last … Continue reading
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A Voice in The Wilderness
(For Harry) Metastasising senses forever unfathomable darkening eyes, off to visit another place in the long grass. As you ferret for your quarry, so many lives you follow to play with once again, returning each night to your bed. We … Continue reading
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The BeZine, October 2017, Vol. 4, Issue 1 , Music to the Eyes
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Underneath The Stairs
And how their days would start at dawn
to sounds of clacking feet.
Underneath the stairs they’d run,
their serving paths to beat. Continue reading
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Thousands and Millions
One hundred thousand Poets for change, so many voices and carefully chosen words, seem to be decaying into the void of the anechoic chamber. Earthly Fathers praying for the Establishment, that sets the stage and casts its values in concrete, … Continue reading
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Let The Rains Fall
“Water, water, every where … Nor any drop to drink.” If I should have enough to weep some tears before we sink into the deep … then let the rains fall everywhere where land is parched where lips are cracked … Continue reading
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The Honeymoon’s Over
Spring’s promise of high summer has passed, the lush greens gone, and now less vibrant. Parched. Stale somehow. Disappointing. The promise so much sweeter than reality; the heady warmth; sun filled days and mirage haze the balmy heat, hot naked … Continue reading
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Big Questions
They could not see the end of their noses the end of the last century the end of infantry and cavalry of Boys Own battles and yet they stand today in ceremony, the successors and descendants of those, who may … Continue reading
Children
Their wayward spirits pull in opposition to wavering forces of parental aspiration. They threaten fraying threads in seams of bedlam’s bursting bag that barely contains the chaos. The morning school run a controlled explosion ruthless and well oiled the caring … Continue reading
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