by Lynne Parkin
I am light, I am dark,
I am love, I am hate,
I reduce my men to tears
Then skinless bones.
Continue reading “I Am”
Harry and Floyd approached each other and initiated their well-rehearsed, convoluted and passionate greeting.
This was also known as Handshake of the Year 2017. Harry held his hand high up as Floyd took a run and a leap and made the running high-5 to initiate the HOTY 2017. Continue reading “Two Men meet on a Train Platform and Shake Hands”
The voices of yesteryear mingle with today’s,
The smiles on empty faces have evolved;
You watch the colours fading like an old rug by the hearth,
The vintage pots like sugar cubes melt away.
The sounds of peoples’ voices fill your ears
like hearing aids on full volume.
As I walk
through this dull darkened and discoloured
atmospheric and dampened building
of this unnerving bleak alien grand Manor House
of which once had a heart that beats
of the people who was struck down and locked away
out of sight out of their minds
as mental illness grew day by day so did the frustrations and anger
when the society wouldn’t hear and see them again.
A boy of 12/13 in Crewe dedicated and devoted to his passion of Man United December 1996 – 20 years ago.
One inspiring player with a rebel image, tremendous skill, strength and great ability.
Hooray pies and a lucky elephant always added to the match day experience. Continue reading “Tales of Eric”