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Bard at Bay: DEATH OF INNOCENCE
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Watercolour by Tony Taylor http:/ www.paintingbreaksguernsey.com. Thursday, 6 August 2015. Seventy years ago today, an event occurred that changed forever the world in which we live and granted the human race an awesome power hitherto attributed only to the gods. We work our fields. The sun is bright. The men sing a patriotic song. We bend and straighten. Our backs ache. We do not curse: we are polite and strong. To work is to belong. We toil for the Emperor’s sake. We are a happy crowd. Is laid to waste.
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Guernsey Poets: The Hidden Traveller - Richard Fleming
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The Hidden Traveller - Richard Fleming. The over-furnished room, cold as a cave,. Where they had laid him. Between the aspidistra and a spotted mirror;. The sunbeams, slanting by the window, shoaled with dust;. The silent street beyond, devoid of passers-by. Immaculate in laundered shirt and. Suit so rarely worn in life; in death he looked. More like a character from a story than himself. Myself dressed in a suit that day;. The parlour’s silence broken only. By the ticking of a clock;. In the green-wood;.
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Guernsey Poets: Don't Scatter My Ashes in Guernsey - Ian Duquemin
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Don't Scatter My Ashes in Guernsey - Ian Duquemin. Don't scatter my ashes in Guernsey. Don't leave me to roam on this land. I ask that you take me. far, far away. Before I am blown from your hand. A place where I can find peace in. Somewhere that might welcome me. Don't scatter my ashes in Guernsey. Or I fear I shall never be free. That Virus - Kathy Figueroa. All Change - Diane Scantlebury. A Seagulls Prayer - Fred Brown. Unfinished Sympathy - Lyndon Queripel. Heirlooms - Bryony de Lat. This blog has be...
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Guernsey Poets: Aqua Fit Ladies - Diane Scantlebury
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Aqua Fit Ladies - Diane Scantlebury. Splish, splash in the pool of the Beau Sejour. Like dancing swans the aqua fit ladies,. Flick their legs, with arms held high,. A curious assortment of water babies,. In an atmosphere tinged with eau de chlorine. Music pumps to encourage them to break into sweat,. Their heads nod as they struggle to keep foam dumbbells under,. Or avoid the ducking that’d get their hair wet,. Swish, splosh in the pool of the Beau Sejour. Sway the hips of the aqua fit ladies,. The Hidde...
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Guernsey Poets: June 2015
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Bio - Richard Fleming. Is an Ulster-born poet and short-story writer, currently resident in Guernsey in the Channel Islands. His work has been broadcast and widely published and will be familiar to listeners of BBC Radio Guernsey, BBC North-West and Radio Ulster. He has performed at various literary festivals in the UK and Europe, has two collections of verse in print and a third, with accompanying CD, is scheduled for publication in 2016. I Tip My Cap To La Hague - Lyndon Queripel. And nobody can deny.
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Bard at Bay: BACK TO THE FUTURE
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Watercolour by Tony Taylor http:/ www.paintingbreaksguernsey.com. Thursday, 13 August 2015. BACK TO THE FUTURE. It’s been a while since I posted a piece of Flash Fiction, so here’s one I hope you’ll find interesting. I notice that two of the issues which seem to be causing most unease, as humanity becomes increasingly dependent on “intelligent” robots, are the fear that we may become subservient to them, and that they will seek to harm us. I've tried to weave these twin concerns into this little tale.
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Poet at Jaybern: Mirrors
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A poet strives to reinvent himself following a road traffic accident in 2008 in which he lost his old self. Saturday, 14 March 2015. The Theme for our last Open Mic was 'Mirror'. To be honest I forgot to write anything for it, so whilst waiting for the evening to start I dashed off this acrostic (the first letters of each line spell mirror). The image I have used displays visually the idea I was trying to get across. There are several more excellent images on this theme if you follow this link. Subscribe...
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Poet at Jaybern: Alliteration Based On The Letter ‘S’ Slip Slop Slap
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A poet strives to reinvent himself following a road traffic accident in 2008 in which he lost his old self. Wednesday, 20 June 2012. Alliteration Based On The Letter ‘S’. Alliteration Based On The Letter ‘S' - Slip Slop Slap. Silver Stallions Surge Shoreward. Spray Sprung Skyward, Splits Sunlight,. Sending Sparkling Shards Soaring,. Subverting Sapphire Sky’s Splendour. Slip Slop Slap, Sun Screen Splatters,. Sharp Sand Sticks Spoiling Smooth Silky Sheen,. Sand Scratches, Scours Sensitive Skin;. Alliterati...
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Poet at Jaybern: Emotions High
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A poet strives to reinvent himself following a road traffic accident in 2008 in which he lost his old self. Tuesday, 18 November 2014. Image: A Barroom Brawl - Anton Otto Fischer (1882-1962). The theme for last nights Open Mic was; 'a poem based on an article in a newspaper or magazine'. The Guernsey Press headline; "Mourners involved in Town fight", caught my eye and the following poem was the result. I hope you like it. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust;. Down into the ground,. Down into town,.
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Bard at Bay: November 2014
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Watercolour by Tony Taylor http:/ www.paintingbreaksguernsey.com. Sunday, 30 November 2014. Since childhood, I’ve loved cinema and never more so than in the golden days of the great Picture Palaces. That were once a prominent feature of every town and city. These fabulous places were a magnet for youngsters and adults alike with their gaudy foyers and lush interiors. Back then, a visit to the cinema was a memorable event. For they were run-down and badly maintained, though they too had their clientele.
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