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Nothing Important

I am born by Caesarian section at 9:30 am
in Princess Mary's Maternity Hospital
on the 24th May, sixty years ago today,
dangled by the ankle, smacked across the bum,
swaddled in a blanket howling like a wheel.
My big brother lain on his tip-toes hisses 'I don't like him'.
He's Maradona, I'm Peter Beardsley, chasing a ball through the mud
followed by the kitchen window, bellowing through the fern:
'Boys! Dinner's ready!'
Dad is tuning in the telly beyond a heaving mountain of spaghetti hoops.

I am nothing
You are nothing
Nothing important
Death within a dream

Petrified on the back of a pedallo in the Balearic Sea off Alcudia
I can see the ghost of my uncle Derek waving to us from the beach,
gently drifting out of reach,
the telephone receiver swinging by its cord,
a glass of broken beer expanding on the lino.
My mam slips into the coffin
a polaroid of his sweetheart
Clutching Good-Luck Bear I peer gingerly over the side,
press my nose up to the tide,
and there behold a barracuda chewing on a chrysanthemum
and a family of clownfish hovering in the corpse's hair.

In the scullery of the cub-hut my clarinet falls
into a sack of flour - a flurry of pins
squashed into the leather handle
a crescent moon of stricken fig-wasps.
Drizzling my fingers with The Magic Sponge
Dad says 'we'll probably have to chop them off'.
He collapses like a canvas tent on the floodlit astroturf
rent with a fibula guide-rod poking a hole through his shin
There are teardrops in his moustache
charging a flute of champagne
down the aisle and out for a throw-in
A St.John ambulance careers between the sugary pillars of the wedding cake

A crystal spoon
A pewter tankard
these words inscribed upon the base:
HAPPY RETIREMENT BEST GRANDDAD IN THE WORLD
A toby jug filled to the brim with curtain hooks
A sheepskin rug discoloured with tobacco smoke
within it's braids concealed a rank
of plastic soldiers set to burst underfoot
Berwick in oils: a skiff on the swollen tweed
cradling a false pearl
a ceramic seraph
with an astray for a brain
- and I don't care about these things
Why do they remain so clear while the faces of my loved ones disappear?

A Rington's plate
a forking hairline seam of superglue through the Black Gate
a digital photoframe
frozen on an blurry orange thumb
I remember all these things
Old karate trophies
I am tethered by these things
Thimbles and pesatas
I remember all these things
A roll of Woolworth's price stickers
I can see all these things but
where have all my people gone?

In the end it wasn't meant to be.
He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
He survived for seven days
before he slipped away

- Richard Dawson

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...and the End[ing]

In the Garden of Eden wept Adam

A half-eaten apple beside 'im

"It looked good on the tree",

He cried ruefully,

Said Eve, "You wouldn't follow directions if you had 'em",

"Oh, wait..."

/k

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in the beginning...

In the garden of Eden sat Adam,
massaging the bust of his madam,
he chuckled with mirth,
for he knew that on earth,
there were only two boobs and he had 'em.

-Ann Ahneemus

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The Quest-tion

Well some say I'm good
And some say I'm bad
Some say that I'm smart
Some think that I'm mad
Some say that I'm right
Some say that I'm wrong
But all that I ask
Is that we get along
Some say that it's false
Some say that it's true
Some can't figure out just
What they should do
Some want me to stay
Some want me to leave
I'll let you decide
What you want to believe

It's getting hot around here
And it's not just the time the of year
The winds begin to blow
Which way are you gonna go?

Some say I'm a friend
Some say I'm a foe
Some say that I'm fast
And some that I'm slow
Some think that I'm nice
Some say that I'm mean
And sometimes they miss me
The days in between
Some say that I'm gone
Some say I'll be back
And some want to pray
And some to attack
Some look to me
But I look to you
Whatever you ask
Is what I will do

It's getting hot around here
And it's not just the time of the year
The winds begin to blow
Which way are you gonna go?

Well some like to rock
And some like to roll
And some want to keep it
All under control
Some like to sing
And some like to dance
Some play it safe
And some take the chance
Some live for love
And some love to hate
And sometimes it's early
And sometimes it's late
Sometimes we're rich
And sometimes we're poor
And sometimes we just
Put our foot in the door

It's getting hot around here
And it's not just the time of the year
The winds begin to blow
Which way are we gonna go?

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cool

thank you wilfredjones, didn't know about the edit button !

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@trailbird

I've been enjoying your work. Note: there is edit capability. If you are so inclined, tap the handy dandy 'edit' button. Keep up the nice work. It is a delight to read. :-)

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oops,word change

line 16 should read : And you can bet the girls will be there doin' it too
my bad

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Country Getaway

I'm sitting on the couch watching the evening news
Seeing all the mayhem just gives me the blues
I'm waiting for a story that'll make me smile
I know it's gonna come but it might take awhile
How I wish the earth was just a big dance floor
And everybody knew there's nothing holy about war
I say a little prayer that it'll be that way
Then turn off the TV and make my getaway

I got to find some dancing room
Underneath the summer moon
So come and dance with me and we'll all let it be
And hope the world starts dancing too

Time to hit the road and leave the fog behind
There's a party up the river after dinnertime
The boys are gonna be there doin' what they do
And you can bet the girls will be there doing it too
I'm looking for ten thousand of my closest friends
I know they're in the field just up around the bend
I feel a little tingle going in my toes
And when I hear the music it's just gonna grow

Dancing to those country tunes
There's a smile growing wider on the moon
So come and dance with me in the land of the free
And hope the world starts dancing too

Little girl don't cry about the things you're told
We're gonna grow up but we don't got to grow old
You can spend a lifetime looking for a truth
But music and laughter are the fountain of youth

We're dancing to those country tunes
Underneath the summer moon
So come and dance with me at the hootenanny
And we'll hope the world starts dancing too

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Dream Team

I'm looking for a rhyme
I'm looking for a reason
I'm checking out the times and the
Pulse of the season
You could ask me why?
But I don't need a reason
I'll do it all for Love

Ain't worried 'bout the money
Don't care about the fame
Baby I just want to be a
Part of the game
We got the right coach and the team
and the name
We could go all the way

You need a smart offense
You need a tough D
You need the right plays
to make some history
You're gonna need some help
from the special teams
Just play for Victory

I know that we'll see snow
I know that we'll see rain
And we'll enjoy the good times
and we'll battle through the pain
Don't worry 'bout the time
Just keep moving the chains
And don't forget to pray

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Dream Big

one fine day
warm and bright
I tried to hitch a ride but no one's passing by
and suddenly
I saw the light
took to the river and I floated out of sight
into the forest
where rhythms rhyme
it's peaceful here but there's a jungle in my mind
I floated up
to the spring of wine
and raised a toast to all the friends of summertime

Here's to laughter and songs in the trees
Here's to love on a warm summer breeze
Here's to those who were born to be free
us and them , you and me

one fine day
so make it right
this ol' world could use some afternoon delight
it's time to climb
the great divide
so come on everybody to the mountainside
and let us dream
away the night
hand in hand we need to Dream with all our might

Here's to laughter and songs in the trees
Here's to love on a warm summer breeze
Here's to those who were born to be free
us and them , you and me

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