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The Christmas tree is up, but something is missing. There are no gifts under it, and I need your help to put that right.

For this year’s Christmas charity appeal, I’m asking you to help me raise up to £365 for The Dogs Trust.

The Dogs Trust, formerly known as the National Canine Defence League, is an animal welfare charity and humane society in the United Kingdom which specialises in the well-being of dogs. Click here to go to their website.

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Your Chance To Win A Free Audio Download Of My Collection Of Poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”, Ends At 6 PM (UK Time) On Wednesday 20 December

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Your chance to obtain a free audio download of my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind” ends at 6 pm (UK time) on Wednesday 20 December.

For details of how to obtain your free audio book please visit HERE.

“My Old Clock” is also available, in ebook and paperback from the publisher, http://moyhill.com/clock/ and can be found (ebook only) in the Amazon Kindle store, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.

“My Old Clock I Wind” can also be found on Goodreads.

Should Writers Be Political?

A little while back I came across a post entitled “Are Writers Allowed To Express Political Opinions”, https://ryanlanz.com/2017/12/01/are-writers-allowed-to-express-political-opinions/. Before proceeding further, I would like to make it clear that in a free society writers (along with the rest of the population) have an absolute right to voice their views. I have always voted and will continue to do so as to complain and not to vote is, in my view at best risible and at worst smacks of hypoc...

Past And Present

It is a truism that we can not live in the past
But when the present seems barren as plastic
It is tempting to believe that we can stretch the elastic
Of this fact
And act
In denial
Of the vast supermarket aisle,
Where meaning’s lack
Is concretized in musak.

Hibernation

It is cold.
Should I be bold
And go outside?
Or like a tortoise, hibernate?
I can not decide.

It is late
In the year.
A thought most drear
Does take
Hold .
Not all tortoises awake
From the cold.
I pray
For a spring day.

There Was A Young Lady Named Hocking

There was a young lady named Hocking
Who lost a silk stocking.
She searched high and low
But I happen to know
That the vicar has her stocking …

Butterfly

A butterfly flits from flower to flower.
It’s hour
‘Tis brief,
But man knows grief

The Hall

The cold rain does fall.
I recall
We stood in the shelter
Of the old hall.

Helter skelter
The years whirl by.
Now I
Sit alone
In my home
Thinking on the cold rain
And the old hall that will remain
When I also make my way
Into those woods where we were wont to play.

—

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speke_Hall

Charades

How do you imagine me?
Do you see
Danger smouldering behind dark glasses?
A young man, superficially charming,
My good looks disarming
Girls who dance
To my tune of false romance?

Do you see me
In a sports car
With a false number plate
Where girls go too far
And learn too late
The meaning of hate?

You don’t see a young
Woman, my compassion flung
Aside.
I shall decide
Which girl shall work tonight,
To bring delight
To you good sir.

I swear
That you wouldn’t guess
That beneath my demure dres...

Sometimes My Heart Is Still

Sometimes my heart is still
Up here on this hill,
High above sea level.
There is no devil
Calling to me
And I hear,
Loud and clear
The bird so wild and free
Singing,
His song for a moment bringing
An end
To all I pretend
To be …