bernp.bsky.social
Poet, novelist, Reviewer, published in over one hundred journals magazines, including Wild Court, The York Literary Review, Aesthetica Magazine . Husband, father, hankering after peace in a protected planet www.abookatberntime.uk
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well got the first three letter of the prize he should get right
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dear john thank you for those kind words they mean the world to me
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Oh thank you so much Carmella !
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Thank you !
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Ah Paul thank you so much for your kind words
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It'll be there now in a minute
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Oh thank you Alan I wrote it a few years ago, it helped me a little at the time I think
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love this !
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or a dreadful party that's got out of hand theres a fist fight in the garden drunks are weeping on the stairs someone just dropped Blue Nun and Vesta curry on the carpet someone thrown up in the bath and you just want everyone to go home before your parents get back
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Thank you so much Carmella
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Fabulous!! many congratulations Carmella
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'Yet Seer-Silence Becket-faced' Wowzer !!!! The whole poem is tremendous thank you for sharing Paul
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Sometimes the words are so bitter, you have to spit them out
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Have Fun !
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Oh dear Jacqui thank you you are so kind xx
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Hi dear Lawrence thank you
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me too x
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King Creole
King Prawn
King of the Road
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Excuse me ! Silver Nipples was the name of my band in the sixties we were as big as 'Middle of The Road'! Ah no sorry I remember now we were called Silver Nickels
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And this morning my desk has more ideas than I do. it dreams of the evenings it stood sentry over a whiskered fox snouting the air like a ships figurehead seeking shore and the nights young couples lay in the quietude of adoration
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It sounds like something from 'Carry on up the Poll' the film that was thankfully never made
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I love this James the Fish and Chips wrapped in 'The Tablet' one hopes
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Thank you so much John
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Oh thanks Alan it is a bit of a gloomy poem but better out than in so they say
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manages to offend everyone in one sentence and he knows perfectly well it is Putin not Russia who we find offensive
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you know two things can be untrue at the same time😜
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Oh thank you so much Julian it came to me in a moment of self indulgent introspection
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Surgeon Barbers I believe is the correct means of address
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Go to the top of the burial mound at Llanilid invoke the shade of Joseph of Arimathea he'll sort them out/ Alternatively just challenge the nonsense they spout