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Rue George Sand


Honey singing splash through puddles
Or a locust voice shouting depending how it falls
Hissing steam of soundless soul tortures
Bursting dam of huge foam and pent-up waters
Green light flight from the roar of raging beasts

Half-grown hop across Red Sea roads
Through the pulse of the circling of traffic in the town
Suns shine: blood-coloured, flesh-coloured, blue
Dance on one leg Rabelaisian and strange
A mad old Chinese medieval saint

Leaping mouse through a snow-white world
Full or empty wine barrel – such a lonely roller
A star set adrift in Gallic seas
Floating with tides – yoyo prayer wheel voice lifted
Throat free from stained glass hands of the church clock

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Recapturing a drunken evening in Tours, France many years back.

Up Next


Back in centre just for a moment
In that moment when you learn
A parent has passed away, died
“How was that?” I ask … reply

Policeman at the door no need to say
Knowing the content of his message
Dad’s death unexpected as it was
Had come and gone just like that

Glad to have seen her one last time
To have sanctioned her last request
To stop eating and be left in peace
Her right to dignity – Bugger the Law

Should I have felt more? Whatever
I felt what I felt … Not that much
“For better, for worse” their words
I not here to fill up empty dreams

I guess I’m up next then whenever
In the meantime these days slip by
Neither wholly sweet nor bitter
Simply days preceding more days

Pith Helmet De Rigueur


X-plore X-pect X-dreams
Went deep, went wide, went wild
Some say went insane
But then what do they know?

Central question:
Best and worst quality?

Worst? Easy
Anger and intolerance

Best? On reflection
Tolerance and acceptance

Mutually contradictory
Agreed, but then you see
What did you expect?
A neat sign-off and full marks?



The political
Is personal
But then
The personal
Is political

The personal
Is political
But then
The political
Is personal

His Master’s Mask


Dark money deep state
Terminal disconnection
Time to wake up, dears

Silicon Valet


First they will addict you
Then up and up the price
Believe me this is not
A train you want to ride



Taught are we to see
Hate love’s opposite
Intractable distraction

Love’s true opposite fear
Kindly includes an egress
Openness versus closure

Courage to say yes or no
Root planted deep within
Will bloom forth in truth

My One Valentine


Poetic words then these
An arrow sent to pierce
Through all of this armour
Fear in our ignorance
Has hammered into place

Rude Awakenings


Oh dear! … Oh dear! … In spades!
I wish I’d proofread that
before I posted it …
The story of my life!

The Wise Woman and The Stone




A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream.
The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her
bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to
give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune.
He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later
he came back to return the stone to the wise woman. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, “I know
how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even
more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone.” 

~ Author Unknown

Art © Charles Frizzell
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