Monthly Archives: January 2014

Poem 77 – Hi Mum

Posted on January 5, 2014 by Michael

Hi Mum I cleaned out the old cupboard yesterday A cupboard where stuff from over the years Had been had been dumped and much forgotten.   In an old Sunbeam iron box I found all your sympathy cards Dad had … Continue reading →

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Prompt 37 Unavoidable Pain

Posted on January 5, 2014 by Michael

I awoke to your message My attention, you called for, You needed my ear, my shoulder. I watched and listened as you recounted Your tale of woe, betrayal, deception Words of desolation flowing from you. I saw your pain, your … Continue reading →

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Poem 77 – Saturday

Posted on January 5, 2014 by Michael

Saturdays are lazy days, No work But there is the shopping The washing Reading and of course writing. Clean the house, maybe Cook for next week, maybe Catch up with kids Share a meal or two A time to reflect … Continue reading →

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Poem 76 – Old Muddie

Posted on January 2, 2014 by Michael

An old stoneware pot Lays discarded in one corner A half carved doll The product of one short Moment of creativity, Lays discarded wrapped in a cage of cobwebs.   Old Muddie’s boots, worn and in need of stitching Serve … Continue reading →

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Poem 75 – June

Posted on January 2, 2014 by Michael

When he first said he loved you You laughed, as if he uttered Schoolyard fantasy. You thought him cute, but I remember you saying He is ok, but not my type. Oh how times change, That boy you laughed at … Continue reading →

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Poem74 – My Uncle Jack

Posted on January 1, 2014 by Michael

My Uncle Jack Lived most of his life In solitude on Briers Hill, Way out of Ogleton.   I once asked Uncle Jack about politicians, Much to my regret:   ‘They’re all arseholes the lot of them Silly buggers sitting … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers – Play Ball

Posted on January 1, 2014 by Michael

Hey Rover you there? Rover? Ralph, you up the tree again? Yes, it’s that kid again. Little Jack? Yes him, horrible kid, always chasing me, pulling my ears. Ah stop whinging Ralph, get down and play ball with him. No … Continue reading →

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