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BREAKING HEARTS FOR PLEASURE
Surreal artwork by Michael Chevel and nothing to do with the poem below~You came with a bibleYou came with a gunYou came with a smileAnd killed everyoneYou came for a reasonYou had āworkā to be doneYou came in the daylightKnowing you could outrunAll but your new GodThe one of your dreamsThe one youāve createdThe one of your schemes
Thereās a nighttime lewd AngelThereās a boy playing ballThereāsā¦
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'ONCE A SOLDIER, NOW A GHOST' - A Short Video
Herewith the work of my son, George Blamey-Steeden. I asked him to put something together in regard to my new book, āONCE A SOLDIER, NOW A GHOSTā. The net result, a Vineo video along with a beautiful piano piece heād composed and performed. Also, the cover work for the tale was of his design. If you fancy checking it out, please do.
Should it be of interest, this book is available in the UK andā¦
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ONCE A SOLDIER, NOW A GHOST
As ever, when a new book is finally done and dusted there comes a mysterious emotion seeking a home in my grey matter. Iāve never be able to put my finger on what it is. Have I lost a friend, or made one? I havenāt the foggiest notion. One thing for certain, I shall pine for the bookās main protagonist, the lovely Miss Green Eyes, an imaginative, sometimes wild maiden of unfeigned honesty.
Inā¦
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THE PARTICLE OF TIME HOTEL
Eternally āaliveā in a particle of time, be they the ripe and the rotten; the virtuous and the nefarious; the tramp sleeping rough under railway arches; the forgotten harlot without a worthy client; those who sadly have no limbs, the collective despair of vagrants, lost souls destined to roam yet still immortal. For one and all their tenure in time, absolute. The lucky ones? If nothing else, theyā¦
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DRONE OF PLUNDER, DRONE OFĀ MIGHT
The little oneās smile has been kidnappedhe has no expression nowThe Drone took out his familyhis homestead and his fatherās ploughYet one day when the scars of fearheal theyāll be replacedfirst by tears of memoriesthat have left a bitter tasteThat bitter taste fades awayand later resentment comesthatās when all innocence is lostand heāll march to the sound of drumsDrums of Revenge, Drums ofā¦
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A SINGLE BLUE ROSE
A single blue rose? She thought such a thing unattainable, but here it is. Presently it sits comfortably upon the creaky old tableā¦the scullery tableā¦close by the usual washed pile of laundry waiting to be ironed. A gift? Not sure, probably āyesā.
Rare and precious you are Blue Rose, yet only the thief could have captured you from whatever wilderness you where tucked away within. The thief knowsā¦
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AN AVERAGE NIGHT IN THE LIFE OF SELENE & PAN
Dusk, a naĆÆve unreliable birdbrain Sun seeks what will be his best ever daily suicide, a suicide devoid of any umph, rather than merely take to sleep in blissful Moonlight. Not that Selene notices, as she walks hither and yon, her parasol in hand, and a catchpenny frock that bids her dishonest āhave a nice night,ā prances over the edge of the remains of the Sunās daylight, due south, everā¦
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THE MAGIC MAN
What side of the moon should the paralysed young woman of little thought, but considerable beauty, should venture to? Sheād already given up on the Sea of Tranquillity as well as the Sea of Clouds and was now considering the Moonās other side, the dark side.
The hairy man wearing thick glasses who runs the local shop for athletic loggerheads told her that on the dark side of the moon theā¦
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LUNATIC IN PARADISE
I thought that Iād be a human bomb dropping down on a faraway war
A onetime ugly beast who travelled invisible door to door
I changed my mind when I went blind outside of the firearm store
When I fell in love and murdered a merry sado-masochist edible whore
How and why I did that? How and why she died?
For I am just The God of Nothing when I should have been a poor man of noble pride
But 'yes' Iā¦
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EMPTIER THAN BEFORE
EMPTIER THAN BEFORE Based upon the night of Friday 13th November 2015 in Paris when gunmen and suicide bombers hit a concert hall, a major stadium, restaurants and bars, almost simultaneously - 130 people dead and hundreds wounded. ~Delighted slaughterersgifted nurtured knavesabsurd devotional mimicsthe black, black void, your cagenow you are emptier than beforeyour whysā and whereforesāā¦
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CHOCOLATE FONDANTS - 1946
Icy roads, frosted windows, numbing fingers, frigid memories, and a heart as smooth as mirrored glass, for that was the affliction that haunted her, night and day, day and night. Even the petite early spring snowdrops flattering the woodland garden beneath couldnāt comfort her. āHow so?ā thought the sightless prima-ballerina living in the penthouse above, she, the sad oneās forever intimateā¦
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THE BOMB BROTHERS
East of the last boiling hot tropical wilderness in the middle of nowhere, leaning uncomfortably against a splintered old barrier wall, in a rusty aircraft-hangar and in the company of seven other homeward bound cream-crackered young nurses, all of them pondering their ensuing purpose in life, sheād noted through idle chat, that happy āLittle Boyā and contented āFat Manā, the malevolent atomicā¦
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TORTUOUS CEILINGS
A shot taken from a mobileĀ phone by my opponent at the time
A long time has passed since Iāve hit 180 at darts, then again I havenāt played much these days. In case you donāt know what thatās all about, 180 isĀ the highest possible point total a player can achieve with three darts. Iām rather chuffed over that. Whatever, itās time for me to take a short break and escape from gazing at tortuousā¦
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THE WAY OF THE DINOSAURS
What does one do when a poem about them appears from nowhere? Iām not sure. I tried to have my usual pathetic chuckle but it didnāt fit in with what Iād read. Sadly, passionate words always generate bottomless contemplation. Nevertheless, it would be a crime to ignore the poem, especially so when the writer is my beloved Shirley. With that in mind, for good or bad, here we go!
āIāve cracked dumā¦
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ROMANCE IN A TIME OF WAR
I was the only Brit diplomat left
At the fall of Saigon, April 75
Thought it prudent to make a sharpish getaway
And escape whilst still alive
Just outside of the US Embassy
Amidst the panicking throng
A pretty young local girl approached me
Asked if she could tag along
She said, āKind Sir, I will marry you
And be your hearts delight
If you can take me off to Blighty
For Iām in a state of greatā¦
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TWO PIG-HEADEDĀ LOVERS
outside the garret window a carnival in full flowpretty maids street dancingeach one with a handsome beau
yet here, in here there is no revelryjust a distant pulsating beatsome cheering and much laughterrising up from those with the world at their feet
we are monochrome marionettes you knowwithout a puppet masterover familiarity has led usto court with this disaster
independent souls they sayaā¦
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ONE-TIME BALLERINA WEARING DOCĀ MARTENS
Faberge eggs and assassinations
āWeather permittingā suicides
and venom charged pin pricks
pickled wĆ³dka brains and this and that,
also diced red cabbage, rock salt mined
repellent dreams lost to circumstance
How soon a great Empire crumbles
when bloated and so very tired of caviar
She spoke a little English
sufficient to seduce as and when
plus to purchase a breakfast croissant
maybe to have aā¦
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