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Advice from the Old Side of Life

A mind is such a useful thing—once one acquires the habit Moreover, once started it’s hard to stop It’s not like those 45-records, to be offloaded in a specialist shop Nor like those electronic cassettes consigned to the bin When … Continue reading

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I Cannot See

a poem by Fakhr-al-Din Ibrahīm Iraqi Save love of thee a soul in me I cannot see, I cannot see; An object for my love save thee I cannot see, I cannot see. Repose or patience in my mind I cannot … Continue reading

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What Lies Beyond

What lies beyond— What my eyes can see What my ears can hear What my nose can smell What my tongue can taste What my skin can feel: What lies beyond? Is it real?

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In Days Of Old . . .

In days of old when knights were bold And a daughter’s love by her father was sold A suitor’s rejection caused a change of direction To a distant city there to curl in self pity Slowly the years pass him … Continue reading

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No Sweat

I open the curtains I see a dark cloud And thank my good fortune To be alive HERE and TODAY Not in a land laden with poor Nor 2000 or 200 years before But where I have shelter to keep … Continue reading

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The True-Born Englishman

For St George and Country

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Broken

(image: www.glogster.com) A broken house and a broken life Of a broken man with a long-lost wife The springs of bed and sofa’ve sprung The stair-rods all are fitted wrong Around the table chairs are chipt The carpets all are rucked … Continue reading

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