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Mess room

A sea of high vis jackets

All holding cups of tea

Men sat in the mess room

Escape eternity

Aged from life of shift work

Many years to go

Before that golden nest egg

Thats waiting as you slow

You chatter about the weather

Bones warming in the glow

Filling up the bellies

Middle age has shown

Providing for their families

Repeat on with the show

All these unsung hero’s

Onwards you must go.


Cobbled floor worn smooth stone

Tombs and shrines resting home

Listening walls ancient past

Crafted coloured looking glass

Gold parade robes embroidered

Carpentry chiseled at every sight

Calligraphy bound ornate delight

Sacred scrolls dust laiden shelves

Paths contemporary shall emerge

New secrets, stories rise give birth

Choir hymn of pure delight

Filled with void tourist pluming

Minds need winding

Clocks to chime

Flowers blooming

Dawn delight

Hermit pilgrim forgotten plight

Spires ascend to starry night.


Hello you reading me

Personally writing personal

Alas I’m weary and objectival

Scared in bounds of failure

No context for behaviour

Just out there on a whim

Outer circle pushing in

Never quite accomplished

My mind is wordpress published

Whether you admire or ignore

Writing for enjoyment is implored.

Crossroads part 1

Something lurking roadside edge

Black figure rising creeping high

Direct focus muscular thigh

Devil dog has caught my eye

On hallows eve a sign to die

Bounds on past in front of me

Hairs on neck have fallen flee

Maybe meant for someone else

Our paths have crossed next on shelf

A sign of warning forgotten plight

Devil errands breadth of night

Chilled to bone home make haste

Horror judged by common taste

Never forget devil’s plea

Stopped in path stared to meet

Forgotten for now

He’s coming for me….

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