Urban skeletons
murmur a final adieu
encased in tomb light
of forgotten aisles
reverberating chimeless
and frozen
in crooked rigor.
Halls thunder
to the taunt
of desecration
as muralled history
detonates.
you took me down to Eastbourne boarding school
to offer me a palliative
to cure my dyslexia
I lived for your letters
until the teachers got it
to a fine art
" No news is good news"
Each teacher telling they cured you
one naturally took exception
Latin and French lessons seemed to be a distraction
I needed English
Every pupil a curates egg
their backgrounds so prosaic
The cat with three legs
and the whipping tails of the Heads Labradors'
And preparing strawberries
with the Dutch chef
told me I missed my North London abode.
When the acorns are vast
Winters throws are Multindous
A particular Cafe Nero to go
where I meet Anne for the first time
and she remembers the 70s
like everybody's yang and yin would like to
Good tidings to know her
Still Im playing with breezes I don't know
Single with no children
a Tory stalwart
Just a brother in Eastbourne
I am the laughing man
carrying fate on his shoulders
The full Moon shines upon us on this Earth
Exquisite in its shape and in its girth
Lighting up the World from where ever we may be
In England, sunny Eastbourne, to Miami by the sea
Through a pair of good binoculars, I search the sky, what can that be
On a clear night with a full Moon, it’s the Sea they named Tranquility
And other Seas named Nectar, Clouds, and Showers and Serenity
As I gaze through my binoculars, skyward, into infinity
I behold a passing Spaceship landing on the Moon headfirst
I then begin to wonder and question the reality
How a traveling transient Spaceman can ever sate his thirst
For amazingly and despite those Seas, no water can be found or seen
For a dehydrated Cosmonaut to make a pot of tea named green …….
Written 23rd August 2017
Early November 2018
Sponsor: Brian Strand
1st placement
I envy You Father Heavenly I really do ,
You made the world and you did rest now i am crying here what i can do best just cry and little laugh and smile again why cant i be like you in rest ?
I am so tired of this life many times i was since i was maybe 12 i wanted to go somewhere faraway where sun goes down to follow it , to never let the night come because... maybe... maybe sometimes living was fun .
So i followed the sun from east to west now i wanna rest i really like to rest , monotony of tears and struggle the same thinking what now where will i end ?
In heaven or hell or at least on Your heaven stairs as you know i am moving it might be a Broadstairs or Eastbourne or somewhere far the best if it was somewhere above stars where Heaven is Yours and earth down below this time here runs once fast once slow .
I really need a break from it all from all the worries the pain the regrets , the tears and headaches from the cry.. I miss You Father dear
please may i die? :)
Faye was working as a gym instructor,
When a colleague asked her to set up,
A triathlon event, and she was a runner,
In the contest, so desired to join up.
She competed in her first triathlon 2009,
And is now a four time World Champion;
She came 4th in Rio, just missed top line,
And trains at the Loughborough pavilion.
In 2013 at the ITU Para-triathlon Worlds,
She won the gold: that was in London,
And in 2014 at the Edmonton ITU Worlds,
She took the silver slot with conviction.
Then in 2015 Faye won another silver,
In the ETU European Geneva Champs,
And in 2016, Lisbon, Faye gave tether,
To another stellar silver for her lamps.
In the French Besançon World Para Event,
Claire captured the gold. A physiotherapist,
Who was born without any left hand rent,
Born in Eastbourne as a Nov. 1979 guest.
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