She cried unrelentinglyParalysed Unable to, unwilling to, not wanting toMoveEver againLet it end hereLet it end with the night skyBurning redWith the carcass of a buildingOnce called HomeWith the memories God let me keep the memories But let me not feelEverEver againLayingLookingUp at the starsMay this night never endLet the day no longer come Tonight … Continue reading It Will Be Alright In The Morning
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Monday Musing
Morning Pogue, I love a conspiracy theory, not that I’m given to believing them. Well, not most of them. But every now and then along comes a supposed conspiracy that has just enough tangible content to make me stop and ponder. Like, that does sound plausible and, I’ve wondered that for quite a while. Not … Continue reading Monday Musing
Monday Musing
How you doing Pogue? So I wrote to you last Monday and when you opened the letter you discovered I’d been reflecting on how children and young people live such a different existence now compared with when I was young. And you let the letter get loose and…I got some responses. In fact more than … Continue reading Monday Musing
Close our eyes
We could close our eyesBut would we have to stuff our ears?So the sounds can no longer be heard?And if we did not see,No longer heardThe bullshit that we’re fed as lifeWould we be able to be free,To flourish and grow unhindered.Would the past sink claws into our coatsDragging and clinging,Resisting possibilities of loss of … Continue reading Close our eyes
Reading what’s not there
I’m currently reading what’s not there,It’s taken too long to see Between the lines there are gapsGaps that say so much,It’s what I’m not toldThe things not saidThe omissions waiting to revealThe things I shouldn’t know,But the whole picture seldom is completeSo you’ll forgive me please For reading into what’s not been saidFor pillaging your … Continue reading Reading what’s not there
Monday Musing
Morning Pogue, I once sat and did some maths to find out if I hadn’t had children how old I would have been before I could have afforded an Aston Martin. I could have owned one a long time ago🥴 But now I wouldn’t thank you for giving me one, or anything else prestigious for … Continue reading Monday Musing
Monday Musing.
Pogue, I don’t know about you but there doesn’t seem to be a day go by when I don’t turn on the news to be told how much my energy bill is about to cost me🥺 Day after day after day! And I’m a smart guy (at least I think so) so I get that … Continue reading Monday Musing.
There Were Lies
They were liesThey were liesAnd there were liesBut they said it was the truthAnd they believed it was the truthSo maybe it was the truthWhilst remaining a lieYou seeing the world from your eyesWhilst I see it from mineSo much experience Preceding our beliefs Reenforcing our beliefsOur definitions of all that has happened So we … Continue reading There Were Lies
Monday Musing
Morning Pogue, Remember how we talked and expressed our amazement over the narrative that the Russian people were being told about the war in Ukraine? How the invasion of a sovereign nation was being passed off as an act of defence. Then seeing TV interviews with everyday Russians who wholeheartedly believed what they were being … Continue reading Monday Musing
Mondays Musings
Dear Pogue, As you are obviously aware, I’m holidaying in exotic climes. Days spent reading, writing and thinking, besides swimming and catching up on my share of the sunshine. This has given me time and opportunity to read more widely than normal and listen to podcasts I might not listen to at home because they … Continue reading Mondays Musings
Monday Musing
Dear Pogue, They lied to me! They did, they did! And it was subtle and clever because it started early and I was too innocent to be aware. But the lid came off last week and now I know. It happened like this. I had left a shop and was walking behind a child and … Continue reading Monday Musing
Truth, what truth?
Dear Pogue, I’ve been back on the road for a short trip so haven’t put pen to paper for a week but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking. My thoughts have flowed from some of the letters that we shared recently and I have found myself asking: “Who owns the truth?”. You’re probably thinking … Continue reading Truth, what truth?
Rose Coloured Glasses
Dear Pogue, I trust you are well and enjoying this lovely weather. I have been thinking about something that I observed the other day. I was walking home and there was a father and his son in front of me. The little boy was probably 6 or 7 and he had a cold. I wasn't … Continue reading Rose Coloured Glasses
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