The art of disabling a life, the art of stifling progression, the art of crushing is the job of the Slapper! Trying to follow the rules of the 'so what' theory in that I was advised to expand on depressing poetry by making it readable I managed to get this one on page and then try and make it jolly!  Well, it ended up quite rhythmic 'cause sticks and stones can break your bones..... Having read a self help book (the name of which I forget now), I did cling to the idea the...

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Another 'bus home' scenario that make me smile, make me frown, make me want to write it down! Trolley Folly They could be friends Walk at same pace Instead the argue across the aisle ‘I had a hip replacement – nothing wrong with you’ He upright the three wheeled disabled walker updated zimmer man (not Robert but I wrote this poem for you!) A trike strike! ‘I got bad legs’ said the woman with the raffia basket trolley affair (Clang, clang, clang went...

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Wimbledon I could plot my life Opportunities lost By Wimbledon Indolence won On a hospital tea room ragged seat I could have been with a Friday crowd Having fun being loud But the Men’s Semis Lured me on the TV In 03 Grateful for the difficult sec Who was mightily rude to me as a temp The agency said ‘go home’ Rather than money lost I relished the chance to see The men’s quarter finals In 93 In between I lost interest Tennis bereft Of character And I harped back to...

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Just to record my feelings and memories of Christopher Lee and Ron Moody who lived to great ages and both died last week.  I think they reached everyone with their charisma and performances!  One sucked blood which could represent the present government and the austerity measures and the other resorted to picking pockets!!! Christopher Lee’s Dead! If I had a Hammer Horror I’d nail it to the door Where’er He Christopher Lee Has gone Our Lord and Master Of blood...

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Back to School The bullies never stop But this time I won't let it drop I must fight Disparaging bile 'You're the problem!' Spread by those who seem servile When it’s your face that doesn't belong Purging my wrath at Survivors Looking good and acting strong Performed primal screams, satisfying But vulnerability's not gone I shone for a while but  tears never stop 'Because I've been wrongly accused’ I guess it’s the trait of all...

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Mine eyes have the seen goriness Of the coming of the Tories Life now won't be so glorious It'll be just bloody tedious The government promotes shareholders and selfishness and greediness Thatcher's troops go marching on! C'mon everybody - chorus: Gory Tories will deceive us Gory Tories will deceive us Gory Tories will deceive us Thatcher's troops are marching...

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Candle Styx So it goes moths gather round a flame So the mollycoddled will get theirs fanned So sure are the popular of their fame So sure their bullshit will go untamed So sure the covert stirrer will not be exposed So assured worshipful oohs and ahhs Now you know the tricks That duped your younger self Gullibility and ignorance helped you on To places where you survived But one day woke to realise You were just a joke, accessorising their egos Exorcist of their remorse When the real needy are...

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Valensign

Cross my arms
Over my chest
To say
I love you
In the US

I prefer Sign UK
Touch my heart
In the English way

Point my middle finger
To my heart and point to you
To say amo-te in Portugal
 

J’taime I give you my heart in French

Ich leibe dich crossed German
hands flutter from my heart

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Appalled at the bastardisation of London Town I weep for Soho.....and the brave squatters of the 12 Bar club..... Soho Knights Soho’s for Bohos n Bros Who pose Yeah n  Prose Fishnet hosiery n clo’hes Provocateurs who chose Not so white bright lights To be Queens and Knights Of the red n cosy n low  n  seedy Not greedy For women needy Come in, number 1 Greek Street, Soho’s historic shelter St Barnabus to welcome us Now it's a members club Soho speaks to us:...

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Grrrrr... started this blog, blow, blah to shake of the X-mass noo year blues that have dwindled into 2015 hence a wake up call to say **** 'em all I'm getting my act together!!  And then there's an electrical surge!! Gathering my negative thoughts and turning them to positives is helped by DAO being there, right here right now, for me, we, us, the bloggers, to rant our asses off!! Wanting to share my insecurity at not receiving X cards but feeling a hypocrite as I was away for...

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Trying to get in X-Mass spirit!  This poem was penned because a few years ago Radio 4 were after poems and that all entries would be read by John Hegley.  However it would be an unearthly hour in the a.m. and I thought, well, I'll never hear it anyway.  But the demon sleeplessness abounded and this time it was fortunate although having my ear stuck to the radio trying not disturb anyone, intent my listening mission.  Nowt!  I go an write a poem about what I hate and...

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I thought I was watching playtime at the local primary school on the tele last night.  See if you can guess what super freak programme it was!! The App Please Please Please Pick me I’m the egoist I’m the IDest I’m the greatest I can throw my toys further I can stab you in the back I can lick your arse I can create a farce I can beg and plead So that you NEED NEED NEED ME Lord Succour...

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Regarding library week on the BBC here is my contribution about Kensal Rise Library which is now being tampered with. There is continuing confusion as to what will happen to the library. I have blogged before re this beloved place where I found solace and relaxation when recuperating after a major illness. Having no decent computer at the time I was glad to see my council tax was going towards such a worthwhile cause and helped to keep me in touch with the cyber world. It smelt of wood and wax...

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Usually I try not to watch harrowing programmes or films before bedtime (bit difficult at the moment due to Art of Gothic series on the BBC!) but I was compelled to watch 'Inside Holloway' on Channel 5 last night.  Part Two of a two part documentary, it made for a disturbing, depressing insight into the world of a women's prison. Ruth Ellis, the victim of a brutal, nasty, violent upper class man resorted to shooting him and in doing so was charged with...

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Marie-Louise Muir profiles of Claire Cunningham, artist-in-residence at Belfast Festival at Queen's, and meets disabled artists who focus on their art rather than their disability.  Interesting programme and

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Terrorism. 2. a person who terrorizes or frightens others. (Dictionary.com) With all the exposure of child sex abuse I am wishing in an ideal world that our bullies should also be punished. They say 'move on', 'it's in the past', 'look to the future'.  Well along with sexual abusers, our bullies should be made to see the damage they've wreaked. In an ideal world we could go back as we are now and have the confidence, the power to fight back. I thought of...

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How apt, just read Colin Hambrook's excellent editorial and in response to his paragraph: 'I think madness is often a sane response to living in an insane society... etc' I find I concur most sincerely (folks). Now we hear, in the 21st century this 'Lord' making claiming disabled people are 'not worth' the minimum wage. Somehow his derogatory comments about people who at least are willing to 'do' something to make their lives more bearable is...

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I Love This Dirty Town (too) I found this plea In the archives of the BBC Margaret Drabble, Sean Kenny Arthur Doole I love you But weep knowing They took no pity The architects and town planners always win! Wise words from Theo Goody Highlights the wasted taxpayers' money On skills are wasted for empty words Paid for by the sweat and toil of ordinary workers Joan Littlewood as usual Fighting on the side of good But Money talks Developers walk All over our souls Until we do them a favour And...

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Where can I get some decent food in this goddam town?  In between the fantastic festival I just needed a real dirty fry up to keep me going and guess what?  Been around the world and I, I , I can't find a fry up... Runaround Brew.... where are you? Had to settle for MACDONALDS ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!! Get this city back to reality please and give us back the cosy Italian cafes and Full English brekkies!  Then I find that:  London Hot el is charging £39 for the...

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98 years ago my Great Uncle Arthur Bowler was 'killed in action' in the 'organised murder' (Harry Patch).  He is commemorated on a brick in Thiepval, France.  Strangely, he was near an area called Albert, and he had a brother called Albert, pronounced very differently with a Barnsley accent, who also served in Malta in the same conflict and survived to have a very good life.  I wonder if Arthur may have connected these names as he waited in the trench to...

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Lovely soundbite there from a robotic public servant!  (Indeed a top banking exec used the same phrase apologising for his major high street bank's cock ups!)  The need to tick boxes, be PC (not the constable type), meet targets resulting in closed doors, dirt swept under the carpet not cleaned from the floor?  And get quite a tidy sum to boot which begs the question 'are people in charge in it for the money?'  'cause it ain't the love!  Is this a...

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I didn't get DLA and suffered total embarassment trying to claim at an appeal (I could not fill the form in alone. I had to get help). Awaiting another breakdown to explain the first breakdown. Anger walking away from the DLA in Grays Inn turned into this poem in my head and performed it the next evening at Survivors....something positive out of something negative. The 51st State of the D Hell of A! - Poetician Needs Hand Rail Three grey stooges assessing case Cross examining...

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Not in Edinburgh but what a stirring experience watching out for something special on The Fringes.

This lead singer inspires me to think this is where David Ruffin's roots must be (The Temptations).

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I imagine you're sitting in a purpose built tent of a room In downtown Stockton on Tease Robed in a kaftan sucking on a spliff Deigning to educate us lesser mortals Who get annoyed and post it on Facebook Send us e-cards professing positivity Telling us we should live and let live Don't waste time on anger - chill my friend Wafting your dream catcher and reading Salinger Malingering while I vent my spleen Well anger is an energy I could be wrong but I know I'm right 'SCREAMING...

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Here is a limp (biskit) attempt to turn my (non comfortably) numb fingers and arms every morning into poetry as I had a weird dream that I could not shake out the numbness to pins and needles (paraesthesia) and wake up thinking of a punk band! Now I'm dreaming of them My fingers paralysed One white one grey one skeletal My paranoia's infiltrated my sleep Only they won't straighten They stay stiff They won't loosen But eventually I wake up Uncomfortably numb fingers Shaking...

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