On Language

before play our words

excite hopeful new meaning

double entendres

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CLP 09/07/2021

The Magic Picture Tree

What do you see in the shape of this old oak tree

Shaped by lightening, prevailing winds, minerals and time?

I saw an opera singer, big as a house

Someone else a buried cross

What can you shape from this old oak tree?

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CLP 25/05/2021

L3 (Day 47): In the clouds

Above the city

in sleepy-headed Spring morn’

birdsong, air force jets

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n.b. You would have thought the North Sea was room enough to play in. Why don’t you fly off out there and look for Russian naval ships?

And now the car park curator with the leaf blower. Merde! I can barely hear the jets I was moaning about. What is wrong with using a yard brush with its regular, human rhythm, the sound of birch twigs sweeping a granular surface, jointly calming and healthy exercise?

n.n.b. I miscounted the days. This is Day 47. Thanks for your understanding y’all x

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CLP 22/02/2021

On Playing xix

Game of Truth or Dare!

Which is the most frightening?

Dare to be honest

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CLP 30/01/2021

On Playing xviii

If I put it all

on the hope of winning you

when would the wheel stop?

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n.b. There is much sensible advice to hand for gamblers. For example: when the fun stops, stop; only bet what you can afford to lose.

What if you never take a chance? What do you win then? Do you stick, play safe, stay home and make the best of what you have got?

Life is a journey where “the highway is for gamblers.” *

There is neither wrong nor right in this. It’s your choice how to play.

*from Bob Dylan’s ‘It’s All Over Now,Baby Blue’

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CLP 29/01/2021

On Playing xvi

Doctors and nurses?

Imagine who you might be!

Adults can play too.

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CLP 28/01/2021

On Playing ix

She asked him who he played as

Knowing every boy pretends

To be someone else when playing

They dream they can be better

He wanted to be Best

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n.b. As a boy playing football I clearly had a failure of ambition. I pretended to be a Welsh international centre forward, not George Best. Who would dare to dream that big?

“The Fifth Beatle” certainly lived up to his name on the pitch, as in best in the world, for a time at least. Her dad went on to play football professionally and he scored a ghost goal that was allowed. He was clearly very good at applying his mind over matter from an early age.

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CLP 22/01/2021

On Playing viii

As children we played

It, British Bulldog and Kiss Chase

until told not to.

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n.b. See the power of words?

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CLP 22/01/2021

On Playing iii

Disregard of fears

leads you to discovery

of hidden talents

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p.s. Play safe, or try stuff out for fun? What have you got to lose by trying? It’s only a game after all. It will be your turn to start next. ‘Mugs away’ as the saying goes.

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CLP 16/01/2021

On Playing ii

Saturday at three

is when the fun really starts

Oh, yes! And the pain

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n.b. A lifetime of training my body to endure watching Pompey all over England means my adrenalin and endorphins peak around 3pm on winter Saturday afternoons…what happens from there is a game.

I used to play a bit too, not at that level though.

Realising the ambiguity of the last sentence, I clarify, that I played far below the Pompey level, (although my grandma could have scored some goals that Pompey players sometimes fail to score, obviously).

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CLP 16/01/2021