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On Watling Street
Portus Ritupis To beyond Londinium On Britons’ own track . n.b. I was delighted to find myself standing on a section of Watling Street yesterday lunchtime. I was in the heart of the city of London, to the east of St. Paul’s cathedral, (free entry to worshippers, tourists pay a hefty fee – but increasingly →
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On The Terraces
Now replaced by seats Vast expanses of concrete Filled with hopeful faces . p.s. I wrote this before travelling to London to stand in the away end to see Pompey lose 2-1 to Charlton Athletic at The Valley, (another club and ground with some great stories to tell). CLP 08/03/2019 →
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On the Rocks
Light so brilliant Mirrored by polished lenses Warns stay well away. . CLP 09/03/2019 →
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On the Tip of the Tongue
There’s many a slip (often when trying not to) Betwixt lip and cup . 09/03/2019 n.b. This haiku is in the most part an old English proverb that is akin to the more popular, almost clichéd saying, “Don’t count your chickens before they are hatched.” However, the lip and cup proverb has a possibly more →
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On The Ocean Wave
Tsunami builds Subterranean power Always surfaces . CLP 07/03/2019 →
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On The Front Page
Through now hollow eyes Looking down on Walsall lives No questions asked. . Founded in 1868 The Walsall Observer lived a predatory existance absorbing competitors throughout its 122 year existance, until it was culled itself by its eventual and ultimate owner, Trinity Mirror. This is a conglomerate of newspaper titles, which now calls itself Reach →
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On The Brink
February closes With unseasonable warmth Dare peach buds open? . n.b. A discarded peach stone, or was it a nectarine, I cannot recall exactly, has grown into this. The warmest February on record, (states The Met Office), has led to very early sightings of blossoms, amongst other things, even swallows have been reported. Tipping point →
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On Holiday
Away in the warm Break from life’s realities Ends, as all things must . n.b. Where ever you have been, welcome back. We missed you x CLP 03/03/2019 →
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On the Blink
Without as much as a by your leave Replacement lights were placed in our streets Taller, brighter, made from steel So much safer they should make us feel Artificial in every way Birds can’t tell if its night or day No one asked if we need these new lamps They’ve just appeared like fresh Spring →
Journey of Words 