Monthly Archives: August 2013

What People Say

forget the past…. a bucket made of holes or is that life? both I suppose what is the past? a mixture of memory and experience it would appear with built-in obsolescence sometimes observation can be shortsighted you see what you … Continue reading

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Counting Seconds

strange how time rambles on when hours are packed with things to do a meeting with a friend or a book too good to put down and strange too how seconds tick loud like church bells when one’s mind is … Continue reading

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The Nature Of The Beast

change is the nature of the human beast staying still is harder than you think so change is good! but for whom? why, where and when why now? where is my life going? and when did I agree? was it … Continue reading

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And This Is It!

this a Sunday afternoon the general mood, pleasant in a side room in a Costa cafe (an old book shop) now forgotten reading war poetry sipping coffee reconciling war and peace in a time of urban terror a group of … Continue reading

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Reality Slips

from time to time reality slips hesitates Time’s shadow intervenes draws a veil temporarily here is a moment but the poet sees! By Paolo Michell

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Oh Fate

oh fate you do not have to appease me but! must truth always be so ugly   By  Paolo Michell

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Black Watcher

the crow stands surmounts the pediment the entrance of a city train station he is noting like a black poet surveying with his keen eyes the comings and goings of humanity alert and twitching his head respones to human effort … Continue reading

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Evening Song

flapping black and white wings against a sky of slate high pitch rings gulls in flight sound evening song it’s time to go home   By  Paolo Michell  

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Measured

segments of a day incorporating a body of work slices of life measured by routine under the scrutiny of the clock regardless of day or night   By  Paolo Michell  

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In To The East

i look towards the east towards the bay Dublin port and the Irish sea watching gulls glide hear them squawk stare at those mysterious clouds carrying the dreams or the lost tears of a previous age dressed in shades of … Continue reading

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