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A Fair Lady Looks Out of the Window in Self-Isolation Row: a prosery
A Fair Lady Looks Out of the Window in Self-Isolation Row: a prosery
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The White Beach Hut Of Normans Bay: a poem
The White Beach Hut Of Normans Bay: a poem
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Will you be my Valentine?
“The Luperci (Priests) carried on running amok, naked and slapping women with bloodied hides—even when under the powerful influence of the Church of Rome!”
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At The Going Down Of The Sun
Robert Laurence Binyon wrote his most well known poem ‘For the Fallen’ while gazing out to sea from a cliff-top in Cornwall in 1914 just a few weeks after the outbreak of the First World War. For The Fallen They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:Age shall not weary them,…
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Remember, Remember The Fifth Of November!
Bonfire Night Bonfire night is when we celebrate and remember, remember the failure of Guy Fawkes to blow up Parliament in 1605! (Anybody want to have another go?😁) Remember, remember, the fifth of NovemberGunpowder treason and plotI see no reason why gunpowder treasonshould ever be forgotGuy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, ‘Twas his intentTo blow up the…
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New storybook illustration:The Grim Rapper is tapping at your door…
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.”Tis some visitor,” I muttered, ”tapping at my chamber door—Only this and nothing more.” Edgar Allan Poe The Grim Rapper is one of the villains in a Rap musical play I wrote for children during After-School…
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On a blue moon night: haiku
It is the night of the Blue Moon, August 2021. I am sitting in a beautiful seaside garden bathed in moonlight. Andrew (my lord and master, ahem) speaks and tells me he can hear snails (Andrew has acute, sensitive hearing and can even hear bats!).He points. I turn round and sure enough; I see an…
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“When I was in India…”
I remember as a child being enraptured by my father’s stories about when he was in India during World War II. Instead of the usual bedtime story intro, ‘Once upon a time’, his stories often began with, “When I was in India”. Most of the stories were, of course, about personal wartime experiences. Fighting side-by-side with…
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iPad Paintings: a visit to the David Hockney exhibition, The Arrival of Spring, Normandy, 2020 at the RA
Under an overcast sky, threatening rain, I and my eldest son set off to see the David Hockney exhibition, The Arrival of Spring, Normandy, 2020 at the Royal Academy, Burlington House. I have wanted to see this show ever since it opened. Thwarted by Covid restrictions and extreme hot weather, today is the day we…
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The Solitary Bee
The Solitary Bee I am a solitary beeon my ownI am not a queen or even a drone I hum a tuneFrom time to timeIt could be a songOr maybe a rhyme Scrummaging in the soilTo toil and dig a tunnelI like doing itIt’s lots of funnel! (I have a sense of humour) I am…
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