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Why Did I Join This Weight-Loss Group? - fergusthepoet
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What's in a Word? Why Did I Join This Weight-Loss Group? Dogs smarter than cats. Christmas is for Children. An Uninspiring Poem about Nature. Why Did I Join This Weight-Loss Group? Because I’m amazing? Or is it because I associate the word “kitchen” with “grazing”,. And I tend to spend too much time lying around lazing,. Whilst eating mountains of cake,. So that when I rise from my apathy, the walls shake,. The floorboards splinter,. Amazing appetite for food,. Let alone tasted or chewed,. But mainly, I&...
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What's in a Word? Why Did I Join This Weight-Loss Group? Dogs smarter than cats. Christmas is for Children. An Uninspiring Poem about Nature. The reader might be bored or unimpressed,. Or reading this at somebody’s behest,. A stranger to the wiles of. Whose first response to poetry is terse;. Who fears the shame of not quite understanding;. Who fears that poetry is too demanding,. Yet somehow dull and lifeless too. He might. Or ‘she’ if girl you are) be more than right.
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What's in a Word? Why Did I Join This Weight-Loss Group? Dogs smarter than cats. Christmas is for Children. An Uninspiring Poem about Nature. First up, after Chris Redmond’s stunning headline introduction to the Tongue Fu concept, was Worcestershire Bard stunner-up Fergus McGonigal, now renamed Firstgus McGonigal, as he’s now kicked off three Worcestershire Literary Festival events in a row!
dogs smarter than cats - fergusthepoet
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What's in a Word? Why Did I Join This Weight-Loss Group? Dogs smarter than cats. Christmas is for Children. An Uninspiring Poem about Nature. Dogs smarter than cats. Cats smarter than dogs. Bowl cat food and bowl dog food. On one side garden gate. Put dog and cat. On other side gate. Cat jumps over gate. Cats smarter than dogs. I raise both eyebrows. Dogs smarter than cats. Bowl cat food and bowl dog food. On one side garden gate. Put dog and cat. On other side gate. Cat jumps over gate. But dogs can read.
fergusthepoet - About
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What's in a Word? Why Did I Join This Weight-Loss Group? Dogs smarter than cats. Christmas is for Children. An Uninspiring Poem about Nature. Welcome to the home page for the poet, writer, teacher, and performer, Fergus McGonigal. On this website, you can find information about what I offer schools, libraries, and museums as well as what I do as a performance poet. There are also some poems to read and to listen to, this link to my blog. And this opportunity to buy my book. You can also contact me here.
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The word mines: Today
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Friday, 26 June 2015. Today, I have been mostly going crazy. I observed, curiously, a jigsaw of clouds. And reached for their corollary in mere words – poetry. I watched paper darts cross the window hopefully. Longing for somewhere hopelessly. As if I could spear them with my melancholy. The day was night and night was day. I did not wear the mask of comedy or tragedy. Because I was mostly going crazy. Something odd stirred in the fig tree. I saw the devil’s face, a divinity. No opiate would sedate me.
The word mines: My father's clothes
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Thursday, 16 July 2015. You are waiting for me in the wardrobe. Your slouched shape persists in wool and cloth. A form that you once inhabited. Your old green cardigan, now touched with moth. Form without breath, for they have vanished. Your thick glasses, waiting by the bed. Your sherry, your daily crossword puzzle. Lives of the Engineers – the books you read. Like your spirit, they will rise to the attic. Your wedding photo, that lived on the TV. Boy at boarding school holding ball solemnly. Subscribe ...
The word mines: Fire man - an elegy
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Thursday, 21 March 2013. Fire man - an elegy. In memory of my friend, David Hugo. Artist 1958 - 2012. I wish that I could talk to you. By text, email or Skype. Or, even better, travel by time machine. To our early experiments. With electricity and fire –. Primitive circuit boards, gunpowder. Then amplifiers and guitars. You were a pyrotechnician. A fire imp, a bellows man. Conducting an art room rebellion. We were the boys who liked prog. Van der Graaf Generator, Camel. The first gig I ever went to.
The word mines: Circus
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Tuesday, 28 April 2015. The colours of your grass theatre. You arrive with a tang of petrol. We admire what you do. You bring us glamour and danger. As you ride bareback, tumble and spin. Appearing to be boneless. You flex your elastic skin. On your Wheel of Death, your Globe of Terror. You claw back victory from calamity. We watch as you dance on air. You seem to defy our gravity. If we could, we would follow you. We are drawn by your weightless jeopardy. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A gust of wi...
The word mines: Abacus
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Thursday, 16 October 2014. Using algorithms and calculus. Juggling with equations like Euclid. It draws a map of our loneliness. It knows what we desire, what we did. Peering through our curtains at night. It knows what we have done, where we have been. Stuttering in patterns of light. It seems to read our minds through its screen. We know that there’s something divine in us. That we are the flame to its spark. That it is merely a computer –. A grey box that glimmers in the dark –. A gust of wind. A gust...
The word mines: Fairy tale
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Friday, 15 May 2015. You were the sleeping beauty. And I a shadow – your courtier. On all of our puzzled journeys. At best, I was merely a follower. On our tangled routes I would. Interrogate your mystery, your art. As if some secret formula. Could unlock your frozen heart. There was no hope for me. No magic, no fleeting touch. Could cure my melancholy. And no kiss could ever wake you. Even in the deepest wood. I loved you; you never understood. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A gust of wind. A gust ...
The word mines: My new shirt
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Thursday, 4 October 2012. A weirdly-patterned Paisley relic. Pretending to be pyschedelic. First prize at the bad taste fair. As worn by the London cast of Hair. A ghastly mess of pink and brown. An empty theme park, now closed down. An eye-assaulting heart attack. A jarring garment at a disco. What straight men wear in San Francisco. A vicar trying to be cool. The boy you didn’t like school. A nylon-ruffled crooning dork. Playing a wine bar outside York. A drug tourist, a week-end raver. Its not a sack.
The word mines: Where am I?
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Tuesday, 4 August 2009. You awake with a groan and cry out. Four-thirty, the light seems exhausted. I am tired. It must have been like this before she died. A sickly half-light, between night and day. My mum loving you, but ill. You head-strong, needy, self-absorbed. These days, you are more like a plant than a man. Existing, ingesting food, turned to the light. Your crosswords and Telegraph. You are half-blind. The white stuff does not work. Music does not reach you any more. Except to make you cry.
Links – Claire Walker
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The Girl Who Grew Into a Crocodile. My publisher, V. Press: http:/ vpresspoetry.blogspot.co.uk/. Sarah James: http:/ www.sarah-james.co.uk/. Ruth Stacey: http:/ ruthstacey.com/. Kate Garrett: http:/ www.kategarrettwrites.co.uk/. Carolyn Jess-Cooke http:/ carolynjesscooke.com/. Antony Owen: https:/ antonyowenpoetry.wordpress.com/. Josephine Corcoran: https:/ josephinecorcoran.wordpress.com/. Anthony Wilson: http:/ anthonywilsonpoetry.com/. Jo Bell: https:/ belljarblog.wordpress.com/.
The word mines: My songs
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Self penned and recorded songs. Some based on my poems. You need to click on the song title to make them work! Thanks to my good friend John Steel for help in writing and recording. Big shout to GarageBand. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). You are waiting for me in the wardrobe Your slouched shape persists in wool and cloth A form that you once inhabited Your old gree. Although numbers do not tell stories as graphically as words do both can murder efficiently – Both numbers and words. Nunhead cemetery open day.
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Fergus the Horse
Was published in 2015. Now Fergus has taken up story-telling with two book titles, Fergus: A Horse to be Reckoned With. And Fergus and the Greener Grass. With two feet planted in the world of equine intelligence, and the other two standing in the bewildering land of human logic, Fergus is marvelously effective at showing us how human we are. FERGUS THE HORSE BOOKS. Fergus and the Greener Grass. Hardcover, 40pp, published by Trafalgar Square Books. Order your copy through Horse and Rider Books. Or, if you...
Heads You Pat, Tails I Wag.
Heads You Pat, Tails I Wag. Random woofs from @fergusthedog. Monday, May 13, 2013. About time I was blogging again. I have been very remiss about my blog so I have decided it is time I got back to sharing my random woofs with everyone. I definitely could blame Mum for this because I do depend on her to type for me and she's been "busy with work, pets, kids, etc." but then she showed me this picture and I have to concede that I may have been sleeping on the job. Monday, May 13, 2013. Friday, April 8, 2011.
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Other stuff. And some poetry. Monday, 26 March 2018. Hymn to the Sky. That time I wrote a poem for the. Considered all its vast majestic blueness (*note to self: am I allowed. Why is it majestic? Should I give up poetry? Imagined all the things which lay beyond. No, try…). And contemplated worlds I’d never see. Aybe abandon blank verse:. Too much gravitas for a Monday morning? Try free verse instead? About becoming a bus driver/ self-help guru? Too easily distracted by my own thoughts,. Hymn to the Sky.
Fergus McGonigal - Home
Poems to Read and Hear. The Failed Idealist's Guide to the Tatty Truth. Everyone Is Now Unhappy. The Thought Which Fell Down the Back of the Sofa. Fergus McGonigal is a Midlands-based poet who has three collections of poetry:. The Failed Idealist's Guide to the Tatty Truth'. Burning Eye Books, 2014. Everyone Is Now Unhappy'. Burning Eye Books, 2017),. And, for children,. The Thought Which Fell Down the Back of the Sofa'. Blog, now in its seventh year, where you can read any of. A poet walks into a booksh...
Fergus The Vizsla
The World of a Hungarian Vizsla! Thursday, 27 September 2012. Early days with lil' sis. Well our peace has been well and truly shattered. Uisce arrived on Sunday, we went out in the garden to meet her but it was pouring with rain and really cold so that introduction was cut short. We were all sitting together just before Mum took this picture but she wasnt quick enough, here's the little princess with her big boy body guards. Sunday, 26 August 2012. Our new little sister Uisce. Mum and Dad have told me a...
Fergus Thom | Director | Cam Op | Editor
Bob's Red Mill USA - World Champions. OFFICIAL CHART SHOW TRAIL CBBC. The Live Lounge Show BBC Four. Eden Project Jungle Lipdub. Luxury Hotel Video Content. SPIRIT OF SPEYSIDE PROFILES. CELEBRITY FEATURES - CBBC. CRAFT BEER FESTIVAL EVENT PROMO. Macdonald Aviemore Resort - Kids. WOMEN IN SPORT ENGLAND ATHLETICS. AUTUMN IN THE CAIRNGORMS. JCDecaux - Chesham Rugby Club. Day as Jess Glynne CBBC. LOCH NESS CRUISES CONTENT. She'll Never Love Me Music Video. INTRO TO NOTTINGHAM DELIVEROO. A DAY AS ADELE.
Fergus Thom - Exposure
Latest Subject: 24 hours in. New. Our current subject is 24 Hours In and the goal is to use your photos to create a story that expresses the theme of 24 hours spent.somewhere! Stories could be about taking a short trip, a visual diary of a day-in-the-life, a mini city-guide to somewhere you’ve travelled, or your own interpretation of the theme. Learn more and Contribute. You can now include text only groups in your stories. No more need to attach a photo to write in your stories! SEO and Meta tags. We lo...
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