My cursive writing
is like a drunken spider
with inky foot-prints.
Tag Archives: Personal musings
Where will wisdom be found?
I have become like
the Last of the Summer wine
In my Autumn years.
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Exploring The White Goddess
haiku in 3 verses.
The year is closing.
Time to appoint a new king;
sacrifice the old.
His phallus severed,
blood flows for a fertile spring.
He dies not in vain.
We too, cut Holly;
Red berries recall events,
of Druidic times.
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Appologies
I thought it would be a good idea to empty my haiku drafts so that I could think of new material. I hope this is not so overwhelming (or underwhelming) that is drives you to distraction.
I’ll probably disappear for a day or two while I re-invent myself.
Now. lemme see. Where’s my phoenix arises source book? Ah! there it is. Good bed-time reading.
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Memory Dredging – 60’s Bristol
Teddy Boys, think back
Beetle Crushers on their feet.
They ruled evening streets.
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Daydreaming
Girls play in the sun.
Tanned skin looking beautiful.
Thoughts of an old man.
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Walk the Streets of Bristol with me – Whiteladies Road
Victoria Rooms
The BBC studios
Clifton Down Station
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Walk the Streets of Bristolwith me -Blackboy Hill
the One that Got Away (a fish story)
Ichthyology,
Must say sounds a bit fishy.
It’s all Greek to me.
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Washday Blues
My clothes are dirty.
Have nothing to wear today.
Better do laundry.
Fa - the Green Dragon 
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