WHY?

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Farmyard Squabbles (re-edited)

Originally posted on Food For Thought:
© Farmyard Squabbles. Phil Bottomley 2017. All Rights Reserved. ? ? “Cluck, cluck, cluck,” said Mother Hen. “Look at my chicks, I’ve now got ten! There’s Hetty, Clarabelle, Sydney and James, Jeffery, Susie, Mary and Maime Then there is Donna and Chrissie as well, Who both had a problem…

Transform Your World

Originally posted on Nick Verron:
I was always waiting for things to get better, knew that something great was just around the corner. Fulfilment, though, has always been just out of reach, seemingly a privilege only others are entitled to. I yearned for it, but didn’t know in which direction to go to find it.…

A Killer In Your Fridge ~ Sweet Poison…A MUST READ

FOOD FOR THOUGHT… Rhonda Gessner In October of 2001, my sister started getting very sick. She had stomach spasms and she was having a hard time getting around. Walking was a major chore. It took everything she had just to get out of bed; she was in so much pain. By March 2002, she had…

12 things your grandparents said…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
From the archives – December 2014: When you are very young, forty seems ancient and grandparents are, of course, so old they are practically another species. Like dinosaurs…almost- but-not-quite extinct and very much at home in museums. Their homes bear the traces of a ‘bygone era’…you know,…

Happiness is Nowhere

Originally posted on Mitch Teemley:
Happiness is nowhere. Happiness is now           here. What’s the difference? Only air That sometimes fills the space for years   But know that it in time will come Although its presence may be fleeting They say it lingers long for some But others say it dodges meetings   Perhaps while we…

BUSHIDO

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THE SPOILS OF WAR. (Read by Alan S Johnson)

And the troops go marching proudly by as she wipes a tear from her weary eyes, the one that she seeks, she will never again hold for he died at his post; he was thirty years old.   The colours fly high on a cool autumn breeze as man and boy march with well practiced…

SO TIRED

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The Days Were Few and Happy

Originally posted on Beyond Panic:
The struggle to breathe grows harder and laborious, and soon, not worth the effort. ? The heartbeat softens to a padded thudding of arrhythmic improvisation ? The light, both sun and lamp alike, grows dim ? And the features of your faces so familiar are now only sketches in sepia drawn by…

LIFELINE

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STAINED GLASS

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The Sound Of Silence

* HOW SWEET, THE SOUND OF SILENCE, LIKE ANGELS IN MY HEAD, FOR SOMETIMES SO MUCH MORE IS HEARD WHEN LITTLE MORE IS SAID.  * © 2016 Darren Scanlon  

KEVIN AND THE AUSTRALIA TIMES

My poem, “The Ballad Of Kevin The Kangaroo”, has been featured in this months edition of The Australia Times! 🙃🙂  http://www.theaustraliatimes.com/magazine/poetry/issue/410/#1

ALPHABET SOUP

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Views from an Injured Brain

Originally posted on Nick Verron:
? I talk predominantly about issues I’ve experienced. Although my situation is very unique, I have come to realise that the resulting issues I’ve faced are shared by many. I would very much like to hear if others have experienced similar ones. It’s scientifically argued that You are defined by…

THE STORY OF ADAM AND EVE…

…FROM THE SNAKE’S POINT OF VIEW. By Paul Griffiths      Ok Yesssss I admit it I was in the Forbidden Apple tree. Down in the Garden of Eden, there was Adam, Eve and Me. Now both of them were naked, except for a little leaf to cover their modesty. It’s lucky us Snakes are…

THE GREENWOOD

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The written word and why it matters.

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
There was a recent change in the curriculum in the US, when the decision was taken to no longer teach  cursive script in school. All the arguments about the differences between the physical movements involved in typing or printing in comparison to writing with the delicate loops…

THE JESTER

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TO BE LOST

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TO BREATHE

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Anchors Away

Originally posted on Beyond Panic:
See the sun set on our longing to go take a distant shore See the dimming of desire to sail off to war once more ? Harbored safely and securely, anchors lowered close to town, we will speak no more of killing, and with families settle down. ? Though the noble masts…

SCARS

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CASTAWAY

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“SHUT UP AND DIE” by Tom Higgins

The executioner’s sword’s been flashing chopping off dozens of heads the Western powers are very muted considering that forty eight people are dead. The Iranians are screaming blue murder in a great self-righteous rant, whilst hanging gays and poets, oh the world is full of cant. The world is filled by bullshit too deep above…

THE CHIME

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whispers

A truly beautiful piece by my good friend Rita.