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A Perfect Place To Be
Another new morning in Deal. I haven’t checked the telephone, and I sure as hell haven’t switched on the TV with all that news. So I lie there and wonder if my lucky dip has won the Lottery, and I decide that it has. Until I find out otherwise. So I will buy that villa in Barbados and the flat in the city. And I can see the smiles on my pals’ faces as I hand them cheques for lots of money. No…
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The Woman Who Died Among The Chickens
The way I was told it, was that she died in among the chickens. I mean that’s what they said. Apparently, her hair had been matted with chicken crap – I kid you not. She had raised these little critters from the egg and this was the way they wished her a goodbye. In the […] https://thougthcontrol.wordpress.com/2016/05/06/the-woman-who-died-among-the-chickens/
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1977
Christmas that year had been sad and disappointing. Sad, because it had been the first one without his mother, and disappointing because his cousin, Fred, in England had promised to ship a copy of the Sex Pistols’ Never Mind The Bollocks and it still hadn’t arrived. He’d have to hide it when arrived since his father had become real religious since his mother had been taken. His father had wanted…
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You'll Make It
You’ll make it, I know you will,You’ve come too far and now is not the time.If only you stopped and thought about it allThe walls you’ve climbed, all the troubles crossedAll the failures faced, all the little victoriesAnd one day soon you’ll make it acrossTo where you can start againI know you willYou’ve come too far, to stop.bobby stevenson 2023
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THE LOOK OF STRANGERS
There are those amongst us who slip into to this life like a well-worn glove, who very rarely question its strangeness and in most circumstances prefer to take everything that it offers. Then there are people like me, Michael Andrews, sometime author, sometimes happy but mostly otherwise confused. There are days when I intentionally tell myself I’m stupid so as not to think too much, so as not…
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YOU'RE OKAY
YOU’RE OKAY
Stop confusing, abusing and using –The one that you see in the glassStop berating, deflating, and hating –That soul which you treat as an assStop telling and dwelling on matters that saddenStop blaming and shaming a heartMake it hardenStop knocking yourself to folks near and farStop saying you’re sorryFor the person you are.You’re okay. 😊bobby stevenson 2022
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HOME
From where I sit, I cannot smell the fresh sea air Nor taste my salt-encrusted lips Or watch the swirling twisted mists Cut through by masts of sailing ships And headed for some outer bank to fish. From where I sit, I cannot hear the choir of Gulls, Who dart and shoot above my head And screech a welcome in my ear. “you’re home, you’re home,” they cry “Rest well”. From where I sit, I…
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At Another Setting of the Sun
At Another Setting of the Sun
At another setting of the sun,
And another journey’s end,
At one more blissful end of day,
Let all the darkness take the stage,
And watch the heart scars fade away.
At another dying of the light,
As day, once more becomes the night,
At one more setting of the sun,
Some friendship fades a little more,
A prize that once was bravely won.
As another night descends,
You’re at another…
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THE BEST OF ALL SUMMERS
THE BEST OF ALL SUMMERS
Some things remain with you forever.When I was ten years old, my father took me on a trip in an old battered car and caravan, and although I didn’t know it at the time, my father was dying. He was only forty years of age and he was dying of a brain tumour.What can I tell you about me back then? That I was the only son of parents who never got around to marrying? That I lived with my two sisters…
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THE ROOM WHERE ALL THE GOOD THINGS ARE
THE ROOM WHERE ALL THE GOOD THINGS ARE
Martha had a room, one that she would refer to as a ‘spare room’. Not that the size of her house allowed for such extravagances – she had a kitchen, a little area to sit, a small toilet at the rear of her house, and a little bedroom upstairs. Next to that was Martha’s spare room.When she and Ted first got married, it had been kept ready for a little child. Ted told his wife that he ‘wanted’ two…
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WONDER
Tonight I saw a solar storm, Which brought the heavens to its knees, And seared the eyes and hearts of those who watched. I tasted nectar and ambrosia. And sat with kings and gods, And talked of words with Shakespeare. Tonight I flew with Orville Wright, And gasped, As air beneath us passed. Then ran across the Milky Way, And shouted at the stars. Tonight, I fought my enemy, At the…
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The Best is to Come
The Best is to Come
Wrap up your soul from the north winds,
Turn your sweet head,
To facing the sun,
I know that those dark clouds will scare you,
But believe me,
The best is to come.
Let slip those stories they told you,
Just remember that you are the one,
Don’t let their sadness get weary,
For I tell you,
The best is to come.
Smile ‘though the trying is hard work,
Cleanse weary…
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Lost Shoes On Rannoch Moor
Lost Shoes On Rannoch Moor
The first time I saw them, I thought to myself, ‘hello, something up here’ and I had a vision of an office worker who had had enough, who had then taken off his shoes and wandered into the wilds of Rannoch Moor. Never to be seen again. It can be a lonely place, can Rannoch Moor. Full of pools and bogs that can pull a man down and never let him see the sky again. As the weeks passed, I was…
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TIME
It wasn’t the timeFor regrets or complainingIt wasn’t the timeFor who? Why? Or when?It wasn’t the timeTo hate or start hurtingBut the timeTo be happy again.bobby stevenson 2022
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THE STARS WANTED HIM BACK
THE STARS WANTED HIM BACK
When I first got to know him,He was fully formed.A man with life, and humour andHopes.And in the gaps between the dark times,He talked about his dreams,And all the reasons they never happened.But by then we had a fight on our hands,For he was slowly leaking backBit by bit, thought by thought,To where he came from.For the stars wanted him back,And there was nothing we could do.bobby stevenson 2022
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