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Never mind who they are. Who are you? | The Bell Jar: Jo Bell's blog
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The Bell Jar: Jo Bell's blog. She lives the poetry she cannot write – Wilde. 8216;An award-winning poet’? A Pen for Hire. Poems, downloads, books. Never mind who they are. Who are you? This post was originally published ahead of the May 2015 general election in the UK.]. This is not about poetry. It’s about politics. Coverage around this election has been a feast of drooling over the various thrilling narratives that might unfold. The power struggles! The closeness of the battle! Here’s what’...Most obvi...
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August | 2015 | poedoodles
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Poems of a pensive or playful persuasion. Monthly Archives: August 2015. August 24, 2015. When I was not quite a child, but not full-grown. I loved to sit and hear the rain on windows. Or pattering, battering the roof. The rain was a waterfall,. Remote and full of promise. Leading to who knew what magic future. Now I am not a child, and quite full-grown. I sometimes grab a waterproof and wellies. And go splash in puddles,. Though more often I sit and wait,. And wonder will it ever stop. Of rain or sun.
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Day Three – La Pedrera and Sagradia Familia | ninatravelog
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Day Three – La Pedrera and Sagradia Familia. On October 9, 2015. Today was the first of our Gaudi experience, starting at La Pedrera, built in 1905 – 10 as a combined apartment and office block. It was formally called Casa Mila after the man who commissioned it and it’s a wonderful combination of curves, smooth plaster and surreal. Today the roof, attic and one apartment is open to visitors. I’m now wondering if Parc Guell tomorrow can possibly top what we saw today. Larr; Barcelona Day Two- City Bus Tour.
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like an alley cat . . . | down the byways of my mind | Page 2
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Like an alley cat . . . Down the byways of my mind. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Jack Cryer, lock-keeper. Get Off My Land. Newer posts →. January 10, 2017. French poet and screen writer. (1900-1977). Very much of his time with the cigarette dangling nonchalantly, the ash ready to drop. Wrote poems which could be playful, tender or bitterly political. January 4, 2017. And was likely the lodge to the hall which is no longer there. I took the sketch home to complete. December 26, 2016.
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U: How not to be a bunny boiler | The A to Z of dating
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The A to Z of dating. Hunks, hoods and hippies from A-ruba to Z-ante. U: How not to be a bunny boiler. March 14, 2012. You sit back and get on with the rest of your day, convinced you’ll hear from him later in the day. You dream of the perfect conversation you’ll have. You remember his profile ad, that smile, the interesting things he said. You look forward to hearing more about him, having that first phone date that you hope will lead to a meeting in person. You shouldn’t care, but you do. That dang...
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D: Strong woman, scared man? | The A to Z of dating
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The A to Z of dating. Hunks, hoods and hippies from A-ruba to Z-ante. D: Strong woman, scared man? July 30, 2012. Sorry It’s been a while since my last post. No excuse really, other than being darn lazy. I have, however, continued to date and will be playing catch up to bring you all up to speed. I’ve made copious notes so I don’t forget anything…. I learn that he’s an engineer. That he’s an old-fashioned gent. That he’s been married twice before. We agree to meet. So what do we do? We meet for dinner.
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First catch your hare | poedoodles
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Poems of a pensive or playful persuasion. First catch your hare. July 23, 2015. Humans and other beasts. On the path ahead. A hare, grooms itself,. Relaxing, eating, watching. Maybe unaware or perhaps. It knows we’re there. We stop, still, voices low,. Grasp my camera in my bag. I must have this if I can. The hare’s still there,. Easy to see in life,. More tricky on the screen –. Against the browning grass. I have it now. Stay steady, hands,. As I press the shutter. In the end, the snapshots pass. Explor...
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a hidden sun | poedoodles
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Poems of a pensive or playful persuasion. November 20, 2014. A few hours late. On a south facing shore. This entry was tagged haiku. Painting the evening →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Cafe conversation | poedoodles
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Poems of a pensive or playful persuasion. June 14, 2015. We order and find a table. In the cramped café. A woman at the next table catches my eye. Holds out a photograph. This is my cat,. He’s not a tabby. He’s a Bengal cat. He lies on a red cushion,. Large, lithe and handsome. Nice one, I say. You sure he’s not a tiger? I used to have two dogs. Lost them in two months. The other pined away. Cats are easier, I say. While we two eat we talk. Of books and films and politics and life . . . I nod, good idea.
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Magus in the Park | poedoodles
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Poems of a pensive or playful persuasion. Magus in the Park. August 14, 2015. A hot day in London. A shady cafe in the park. To his quieter companion. It’s all about karma. And how to know her ideal man. She nods and murmurs. In the face of his persistent. At intervals this modern magus. Refers to his smartphone. Reads out a sentence or two. And elaborates, expostulates,. In love with the mystic spheres. And his acquiescent companion. But mostly with the sound. Of his own voice. Rainy day in Leeds. The U...
