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What then?

There will be a time when your own shadow scares you.

When your own ability to live and love is the thing that confuses you the most.

When life is not a fairytale

But its is more.

And it is less.  much less.

When answers are just sounds and friends just voices and everything is too real and not real enough.

When the ogres and the outcasts come in.

Drunken buskers sometimes sing more truth than the hymn singers in their stalls.

And when a note is better than a song and when your questions surpass your answers,

What do you do then?


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The Myth

Who says they don’t exist?

Horned and glowing in a clearing,

lapping calmly at the passing waters of life.

I would search every forest in England if I thought it would help.

But before I trek and struggle and rithe

around a physical thicket of resisting matter…

I will first take up seeking the more fantastical, the less attested.

I will search for the lost unicorn in me.

The things in me that people think don’t exist.

My greatness will not be a myth. My worth will not be a legend.

Everyone knows a unicorn cannot live if it is not loved. Believe in the unicorns within you, before they die of a broken heart.

Greatness cannot become itself unless there are great believers.

My Greatness will not be a myth.

believe in the unicorns within you.

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Robin Hood

I bet

Even Robin Hood

had his days of mundanity.

‘No, Maid Marian,

nothing much is on the go.’

no one to sleigh, no jewels to show,

no racing through forests with bandits in toe...

In fact, Maid Marian

I’m feeling quite … low.’
It helps me through the grime
to know

Robin Hood was also adventure-less

from time to time,

with nowhere to go.

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Sock Politics

So, whilst sorting my washing the other day, I decided NOT to sort my washing – but write a poem about it instead. Its supposed to be in stanzas of four, but wordpress Isn’t having it. If anyone knows how to programme in an ‘enter’, let me know:)

My socks just won’t stay together

They fight and push all day,

No matter how I match them up

They always run away.

Despite that they are partners

And even look the same,

They won’t admit their heritage

In love, or worth, or name.

They say that they won’t speak now

They’ve got ‘nothing new to say’,

Every time I hug them round my feet

They pull me different ways.

Washing is a nightmare

One always manages escape.

I’m even taking drastic measures

Binding them with tape.

So maybe you can’t force attatchment,

Maybe people grow apart,

Maybe pattern’s change, and looks and names

Are different from the start.

But once, my Left got holey,

Threadbare at the toe –

I couldn’t have a drafty patch,

Time for Leftie to go…

Then something nuzzled from the draw,

And whipped up into sight,

Slipping over the hole, it seemed as though

All Left needed was a hug from Right.

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My House.

There will be tall houses, small houses,

Skinny houses, booty-big houses…

Houses of silver, houses of card

Houses with celery, houses with lard.

Houses with chimneys, just as they should

And carpets that are cleaned, just as you would –

Houses with mould, and some with Armani

Houses with Jill, Jack, Harry and Barney,

Houses with names, and numbers attached

Houses with pools, houses with thatch

Houses never lived in, always on the go –

Houses with nails for stubbing your toe

Houses with happiness, and just the right amount of kids

Houses that peak out from council bin-lids.

Houses unplugged, houses still charging

Houses with lamb, and beef for the carving

Houses with laughter, and a hole for a mouse –

All I know is that mine,


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The People With The Scissors

Cut me out of cardboard

Stick me to your wall

Use a roll of bluetack

So that I can’t fall

Trim off my imperfections

Snip me in at the waist

Mark on better eyebrows

Pritt me to your taste

Print me in the colour

That you’d like the best

Draft me a belief system

And leave it on your desk

I won’ t be any trouble

I’ll do just as you say

You can trim away the world

I won’t stand in your way.

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You Are The Toy In My Cereal.

You’re the toy in my cereal,
The penny in my path
I hope people start to notice
You’re the sparkle in my laugh.

You’re the book I’ll never finish,
The curiousity never ends,
I’ll spend my life turning pages,
We’ll spend our lives being friends.

You’re the wagon wheel at break
You’re the excitement of the fair,
You’re the change in my pocket
I forgot was even there.

You’re the reason for my whistle
When I should be in dismay,
You’re the doodle in my notebook,
You’re the fourth leaf on my day.

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