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And here we go into lockdown again
I want out—This is hell!I yelland I rant!Well, I can’t!I must play by the rules(with exception of schools)And— Stay home and work if I can,Stick to the plans;Wash hands, Cover face,Make spaceTrack and trace Lesley Scoble | 5th November 2020 The second lockdown It is November the fifth, 2020 and England is embarking on another lockdown for a…
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The Shadow Man: world mental health day 2020
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one. Albert Einstein I smile upside down,and appear like a frown Upside down on the pavementI follow in enslavementI am the dark of the lightA shade of the nightI am you and I am II am cast as a dietrue as a lie Turned on my…
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One Walk a Day for Exercise
Day 4 Pic |Through a City Window: while stuck indoors Pic 4 A lone vulnerable person takes a gentle brave stroll out of doors I captured this lone gentleman taking a gentle brave stroll beneath my window (I hope he doesn’t venture too close to the chap on his mobile). Social Distancing The Prime Minister’s…
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The Flying London Busman
A flying London busman sails his ghostly empty London bus unstopping past the empty bus-stops and shuttered shops, cafés, restaurants and pubs—doomed to ride on alone forever.
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A Glimpse of Spring Through A City Window: while stuck indoors
Spring Equinox It is the Spring Equinox and I’m stuck indoors. I am self isolating because of the unprecedented Covid-19 pandemic outbreak. The sun is shining and I can see through the window a wood pigeon perched on a branch of a London plane tree which is burgeoning with buds. I live right in the…
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The Grey Seals of Horsey
The Grey Seals of Horsey is a story about the seals that come ashore on the coast of Norfolk to give birth, mate and then head off back out to sea. It also includes a poem I wrote relating to the first time I saw them.
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Look Down And See The Stars
Look down and see the stars! A short poem on rain, car headlamps and seeing stars…
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A Time To Sit And Stare in The August Heat
August Heat is the title of an anonymous poem that I rather like. It describes exactly what I do when the weather is hot. It speaks of doing nothing other than sitting. Suits me! August Heat In August, when the days are hot,I like to find a shady spot,And hardly move a single bit—And sit—And…
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Shadow Man
Low winter light casts long shadows of silhouetted figures upon the pavement of Aldersgate Street.
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