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Sixty odd years old. Running the Sixty Odd Press. I once wrote a book called Sixty Odd Songs, and have now almost completed Sixty Odd Poems, and am well on the way with the Sixty Odd Poets project.
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I really like your poem Paul.
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We all like a well placed fuck that hits the mark.
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Poetry & music in my experience, & probably all other arts too, have many talented folk who only lack the contacts, the inclination, or the luck to be recognised.
But recognition isn't everything.
I also enjoy non league football & holidays in Filey. Sometimes the road less travelled is the best.
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Well delivered. I can see the recovery. Love the bit about knocking over the flowers on the way out!
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Bloody marvellous -as ever.
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Haha -that’s ace Dave. I think I’ve spent more time wanting to be older than I have wanting to be younger.
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Unnerving. I think a man like her has moved into my place
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I shall certainly be integrating aspects of this one into the tegument of my thoughts
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that poem has fire in its belly!
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Very well observed. Are you from a seafaring background?
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Thats a great take, with gentle touches of sadness and anger. Very memorable
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hahaha - speaking as my father - I absolutely get it!
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Wow. I like that! I thought it was a pretend car at first, a child cyclists game - and then the transition kicked in, and I saw the end of childhood!
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Nice one - a twist in the tale!
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Nice one. Fledged into a new order. I could do with a bit of that.
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What a lovely piece, I like how you flirt with rhyme and package it all in tight metre.
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Brilliant. From the neurological condition of the sixth form curtains to the palest blue dot of home you’ve blended science and biography into a fantastic reflection on a stressful period.
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Lovely reflection on time, aging and death. I particularly like the melting ice cream cones. There should be more ice cream in #poetry.
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And what is Acun going to say if he gets them promoted?
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I usually use one near me. But had a flat whilst I was out the other week and could only make it as far as Kwik-Fit. Bunch of cowboys. Don’t even know how to spell quick, let alone be it.
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Absolutely. Although it is very satisfying to politely but firmly tell the sales rep type bloke in Kwik-Fit that you don’t want a new set of tyres thank you very much, just sort the fucking punctured one out.
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I know that feeling.
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Thats amazing, really well put together, and hits the target.
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I love the idea of imagination's trouser leg!
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Teachers like that! I had plenty of those.
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Excellent. I love a tree metaphor.
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This is brilliant. A really good idea, and really well executed.
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great form. great story. I love the sound of the thunder!
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Beautiful. I seem to remember watching the 1970 World Cup like that.
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I wondered why there were so few #poemsabout about. I thought that there was something wrong with my Bluesky app.
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They would catch on to that in an instant. 😂
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Thats a chilling piece - disquieting because it holds truth in it.
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I knew the reference wouldn't be wasted on you. A cultural touchstone!
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A very enjoyable poem, Paul. Pigeon fights are great fun. They seem such docile, benign creatures, if a bit on the greedy side, until they get into a quarrel - then all you need is a Kent Walton commentary to make the event complete.
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nice - I particularly like Between Places.