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The Woodcutter and His Daughter

Bluebell woods was the place to be on a frosty morn,
but quick enough I was not, as the woodcutter caught me
by the scruff.
Found the rabbits in my pack was told next time,
he would cleave me with his axe.

A while later I came across his daughter, I took her down by the lake
again and again
Nine months past and a bundle of joy,
was how I fixed the woodcutter and his daughter

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Steed

Horse catcher I said she looks down at me don't you mean wrangler said she, but then quick as a flash I'm back at that bloody track down at the start waiting for all to load almost all done then one throws its midget and runs, off in the pickup I leap to go corner the big black beast

and there we are with me breathing deep I have him corralled of sorts cutting down the angles closer I creep, then I see the twinkle in his eye

I've got no protection for my head or knobbly knees and he fancies his chance of running through me, back in the stand with the delay all eyes are watching the big screen with glee.

Then round the corner walks his lass and makes me look a silly ass, for off he trots head held high snorts in my direction as if to say did you see what he did to me, so my dear I prefer my steed to be made of metal and come with a key.

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You

As a young man you were in all the fun places I wanted to be,
didn't mind how you dressed in a bottle or a glass.

You had me in your embrace for days on end under your spell
I lost work, love and almost my life.

Years later as I pass pubs and bars, I see through your tricks
cavorting with others leading them to hell.

I still have dark clouds around me but none with the potential of you

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Love On the Forum

Years gone by, pen pals was all the rage
friendship, love and romance.

but the forum is a different beast more like
meeting friends in the pub or the street.

I finger and caress with keyboard strokes
in reply to your words so many miles away.

Love on the forum who can tell and who cares

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Closeness

Your skin glows like the passion fruit, blossoms pretty as the rose in the purest hope of spring.

My yearning heart rises to your voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name,

The evening ascends in on a great lark wing.
In the hushed, I listen for the last of the spring.

I wait in the crystal moonlight for you so that we may as one, search for the  spirit of love

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A Rusty Bucket

I'm like a rusty bucket forgotten by time no use to man or beast
left in the corner with nettles around my feet.
Blowing winds, blinding snow a sun that blisters deep
and as the season's pass into years.

A rusty bucket has the upper hand for it just sits,
while I must sit and dwell but I am like a rusty bucket
empty, broken and incomplete

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Do the Bird's Still Sing

Weeks and months, 
go by without a word passing my lips, 
save for the necessity of the shop. 

I walk this earth without a friend,  
Self Inflicted of course,
I push then push some more, 
then everyone goes.

Solitary confinement, that's what it is
without a cage or parole, 
there will be peace one day 
and to my shame yes 
I do wish my life away.

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Happening

* was unsure about posting this as this is a very personal experience I wrote it to convey my feeling in a blog *



These are the words I could not speak, with no guidance in my teens I took to drink until I found a lass who dragged me back we had a few good years, we had a lad and a lass the lad is fine grew tall and strong.

But look at me I've skipped ahead, a few good years like I said, then we split coz things were dead in the end, she left the kids and a load of debt.

I loved my kids and still do my daughter was a problem child something happened at her birth a lack of air that made her sick a mental illness was the result with bad moods and angry display's, no school or place could hold her so always back home she came.

She turned eighteen a calmer time I thought, but soon the darkest of days arrived just a normal day, in a normal week, in a normal life.

To the kitchen I went, a cup of coffee would hit the spot I heard my daughter behind me from the rattle in the sink,
it's a cup she will be looking for so I turned to ask what she wanted to drink.

I got it wrong it was a knife that had been lifted from the sink, as I turned the downward stroke was almost complete, the knife caught me in the chest her aim was off just a bit, a tangle of arms a fight for my life resulted in that damn knife hitting the deck if I not turned chances are it would have been a fatal blow to the neck.

She went away handcuffed up, not a word or glance between us passed never to see my darling daughter again how can a bloke live with that.

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One Day

I take my mind back to then,
a past full of woe, has much changed  
no not for me.
I sit here in the mire Paralysed with Fear
locked inside my mind.

Mentally torn mentally worn,
need for a different mindset is overwhelming, 
still we have to move on and learn to be strong. 
 
So look at what we have and what others have not,
are we in such a place that freeing of mind, striving to be great is a total loss I think not, a reboot a deep breath
Let start tomorrow afresh.

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Alone

For me the place to be is under the willow tree, 

sitting in shade, lost in words, for when I venture

out the sunshine burns and withers me.