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January 6, 2016

My Birthday

Today is my birthday. I am 47, although I must confess to not feeling any different to how I felt yesterday! I will spend today relaxing before meeting friends for drinks in my favourite pub, the Railway Bell this evening, then going on for a curry. Like Prufrock I shall grow old, wear my trousers rolled, walk along the beach and eat a peach. On second thoughts, I shall stick to a few convivial pints with friends followed by a good curry!

Kevin


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Published on January 06, 2016 02:05

January 5, 2016

Albatross – or Here we go again!

A post by my friend Jeff about his novel “Albatross”, which is available either as a Kindle download or as a good old-fashioned print book. Kevin

besonian

So here we go again. Light a fire-cracker! We’re into another New Year. Though why we insist on calling this periodthe start of a year I’m not sure. After all, nothing’s really ‘started’, has it? One day follows the next and the next and the next and so on for ever and ever – so each and every day is, realistically, the start of a new year....

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Published on January 05, 2016 05:27

January 4, 2016

13 Things a Writer Might Say During a Late Night Writing Session #writers #blogbattle

I would add, “I will go to bed in a minute, honestly!”. Then, half an hour later, “I will go to bed in a minute, honestly!”.

Blondewritemore

‘I have just written something amazing…hello…is anyone going to congratulate me?…hello…where is everyone?’ ‘Man I am writing some really deep stuff!’ ‘Why oh why do they (characters) have to fall in love minutes before I plan to go to bed?’ Loud sigh! ‘It’s past midnight, I am trapped in a plot hole and I could really do with my Writer Fairy Godmother...
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Published on January 04, 2016 23:51

January 3, 2016

The Girl And The Oak

A girl passing through the wood
For a moment stood
Under an ancient oak.
The tree spoke.
“I have seen kingdoms rise and fall
And my branches have decked many a bridal hall.
But kings and lovers are all now dead”.
She heard not the words said
For earplugs fed
Pop music into her head.
Taking a knife she carved, “Lucy loves Tom”
Then, without a backward glance, she was gone.


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Published on January 03, 2016 12:45

Request For Readers To Write An Honest Review Of “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” In Return For A Free Copy Of My Book

I have been busy over the last few days pulling together my latest collection of poems, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”. Poems about nature, mortality and the joys and pangs of love are interspersed with humorous poetry.
I hope to publish in mid January (hopefully sooner) and I am looking for readers willing to write an honest review of “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” in return for a free copy of my book. If you are interested in receiving a free copy in return for an honest review plea...

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Published on January 03, 2016 08:06

January 1, 2016

Thoughts Of Norwood Past

It is a quiet new year’s day
A weak sun shows his face
Then hides away.
I awoke to pigeons cooing
Thoughts of a bygone age
And country folk a-wooing.
The pigeons are silent now
No more do sheep or cow
Pass.
No country lass
Gazing in the glass
Will say
“’Tis new year’s day.
I must away
To milk.
No dress of silk
For such as I.
Only the vaulted sky
And my love
For one who is nigh”.

(http://www.british-history.ac.uk/survey-london/vol26/pp167-173).


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Published on January 01, 2016 01:59

December 31, 2015

New Year’s Eve

Cold hands.
Man stands
Gazing into the abyss
Of bliss.
The rain drums.
2016 comes
Ever near.
The new year.
Think?
Lost in drink.
The link
Is broken
The door no longer open
To admit the old.
The young and bold
Hold
The future, or so they say
And the old year ebbs away.


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Published on December 31, 2015 10:54

To The Young Lady Who Assisted Me Across The Road

Girl’s long scented hair
For a moment there.
Then she is gone
And I continue on.

As a visually impaired guide dog owner, I frequently accept (and sometimes request) assistance from the public when crossing busy roads. The above was sparked by the young woman who assisted me in crossing the road earlier today.


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Published on December 31, 2015 09:30

Happy New Year

I would like to wish all my readers a very happy new year. Wherever you are in the world, may you find contentment in 2016.

Very best wishes

Kevin


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Published on December 31, 2015 00:43