Self Defence

72° - mark
72° - mark
72° - mark
72° - mark
72° - mark
Join every other
Step in
Amongst hills and valleys
Containing
Earth
Wind
Fire
Water
Spirit
Encircled

Safe

DD for SS

This life continues
40 years of history
40 more to make
On it plods
Good times
Bad times
Drifting
Deciding

But

What if it’s a dream?
When I wake
Where on this journey will I be?
Will it be this journey?
What will be reality?

And when I sleep again?
Dream another life…?

Over 25000 lives…

Tag your it - inspired by CJ

Sweating - pushing - grunting
Blood - embryonic fluids
Squeeze - squelch – gotcha!
It’s a boy!
Tagged and wrapped
Handed over
Feeding - crying - shitting
Observing - learning - growing
Clinging - climbing - standing
So early
He’s a fast learner
Playgroups - infants - junior school
He’s a loner
He’s helpful
He’s quiet but intelligent
Secondary - further - etc
More tags and labels
Music - style – clothing - attitude
Career choice - working ethic
Tagged and labelled
Partner - children - house - car
And so on
Labels to be read

Labels to be misread
And so on
Death
Tagged and boxed
Buried under a label

Old Pun - Badly Done...

At first he gained an education
Studies of ancient lore
Crafts long gone
From times before

Having learned
Of things of old
Countryside roaming went he
To check what he’d been told

But work was hard to come by
Vocational journals he applied therein
But as we all know
An archaeologists’ career lays in ruin

Therefore am I

Follow that thought
Stalk it as it ambles along
Watch it twist and turn and dodge
Chase it as it tries to flee
Corner it in a minds back-alley
Pounce and bring it down
Feast and gorge on its concept…

OCD

‘Tis
Y eye right
Sense now it makes

For Jay

Here are some normal words
Tied together in this simple style
Nothing hard to read
Nothing to look up
A bag of shaken letters
Sorted into easy words
I hope this is more to your liking

Memories

In the kitchen
There is a white ceramic sink
Little chromed taps sit above it
One of which drips slow and steady

In the kitchen
There is a wood burning stove
Filling this room with warmth and aromas
Roastings and fryings and bakings and boilings

In the kitchen
Is a larder with a creaking door
Full of favoured vittals
Awaiting their turn at the stove
And a wooden box of fresh baked bread

In the kitchen
Is an old chipped and notched pine table
Two pine spindle chair of similar repute
Where we used to sit and eat

In the kitchen
Was a wonderful woman
A carving knife
An indelible stain
Crimson stain
Crimson sink
Crimson chair
Crimson footprints

I huddle down
In my cardboard bed
On this forgotten waste ground
And wash away my guilty tears
With cheap cider
For another night

Watchers

Three golden faces
Always peering east
Breezily nodding together
Green swath masters
One side towered
By sun-bleached wood
Dusty-curb other side
Faces alight joyously
Greeting glittering dawn
Backs ever turned
Against setting sun

Hobbyist - from Stu

This piece is written by a work associate, my reply is post below...

.

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It was such an old fashioned deal

An act of affection, I’m told.

No time for any weapons,

Or blunt instruments to be found

.

An attack of the most personal kind

With hands tightly around my neck

Fingers pressing in to my windpipe

Blocking the vital air supply.

.

Before I knew what was going on

My world began to grow dark

And suddenly the only thing that mattered

Was to fight back

Retaliate

Make right.

.

So I beat and I scratched

But all to no avail

My lungs screamed for another breath

And a voice from the back said

I told you I’d get you in the end

.

But at least when they found me

slumped over the steering wheel

All they had to do

Was scrape under my nails

And match the DNA.