North, South and Midlands
Marcus, don’t argue with the ref. Yes, he needs glasses Yes, he should keep up with play Yes, he’s a pawn In some international betting syndicate But don’t argue with him He’ll send you off. And if he...
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Soccer Sonnet Now children, said the teacher with a smile Put down your books and let your pencils fall Come out into the playfround for a while And run around with me and kick a ball. We’ll pick two...
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Who Kicked Cock Robin? Not I said the owl Gazing down sleepy eyed I’m not that kind of fowl And we’re on the same side . Not I said the bee Buzzing back to his hive Cock Robin kicked me And then took...
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Y.. The Little Light There is a little light, A little light in your heart, A little light that has tremendous power If we allow, it can obliterate all darkness. That little light in your heart Let it...
View ArticleBloody Weather
A Paradox I wish the weather-cock would crow To let his fellow chickens know That weather’s fair for maids and men, Fowl weather is for cock and hen. John Bannister Tabb . . . Monday 13th January 2014...
View ArticleEmerging from The Floods
Flood It starts as a drizzle massaging the green land and raises to a down pour washing it clean again thunderstorms, even are fitting, pure, loving the ground with the passion with a kiss But passion...
View ArticleLike Adelstrop!
The steam hissed. Some one cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop — only the name From “Adelstrop” by Edward Thomas (1878-1917) . . . Monday...
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Late again what do we do? Traffic held up another long queue glance at your watch nerves uptight engine getting hot flashing a red light. Cars moving slowly legs stiff and sore radio blaring loudly...
View ArticleEschatology
………and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels and in the presence of the lamb. Revelations 14 : 10 . . . Tuesday 18th March 2014 Uhlsports Hellenic League...
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No, the bugle sounds no more, And the twanging bow no more; Silent is the ivory shrill Past the heath and up the hill; There is no mid-forest laugh, Where lone Echo gives the half To some wight, amaz’d...
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