Economy, Geronomy, where to Next?
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Give me a glass of interest rates spiked,
I'll tell you a tale of prices that were hiked.
Fluctuating value & folks that want some more,
knock them down "a tad" till we... – by Andrew Siddle | 3 Views added 2 months ago
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Don't cry for me if the wind blows through my soul,
it whistles sweetly of the times gone by it stole,
times of love and times of strife and hate,
still it blows as cobwebs tear our fate.
Don't feel distressed if my eyes show flames of old,
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Come up and see me to talk of old times,
of folk we knew and the bell that chimes,
half a league on from where I have been,
half a league on from what you had seen.
To talk of moments trapped in space,
and idle gossip seen in it's place,
a... – by Andrew Siddle | 2 Views added 3 months ago
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When time was young there was a land,
on Albion's scene both green and planned,
with fields and hills and streams to the sea,
and orchards lush with apples free.
The sun it shone and the wind it blew,
and the days and nights of time just flew,
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Cairns of stones mirrored the way,
by fields of wild grass, and trees, and hay,
and horses so wild that they scatter on sight,
of all those who approach be it day or night.
Where's our Joe then,
old Jack did shout,
Oh he's gone Bodmin,
he... – by Andrew Siddle | 0 Views added 6 months ago
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See the planets spinning round,
joyful to the fanfare sound,
praise be to the moon in flight,
Equinox or Solstice night.
Sing along to the darkest time,
comets all and skies sublime,
winter Solstice shortest day,
brings a change that's here... – by Andrew Siddle | 25 Views added 1 year ago
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Take my heart to that causeway free,
where the Holy Isle of Lindisfarne be,
shadowed over by a castle mound,
and there on the beach so will I be found.
Give my soul for her celtic art,
knotwork in paint sublime from the start,
and to the... – by Andrew Siddle | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Proud Dingbat
(More than any other bat)
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I once had a Dingbat proud and tall,
and when we went out my name it would call,
standing there proud in the midst of the mall,
it weren't just a dingbat but really my pal.... – by Andrew Siddle | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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When the wind sounds within every crack round your door,
and teasing he whistles like never before.
Driving me out of my peaceful refrain,
as trees now bow to the bellowing rain.
Who ever said that autumn would come,
shutting old... – by Andrew Siddle | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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Watch out for the weather said Walter Kay,
wither the weather in the month of May,
though whether the weather be withered or not,
watch out for the weather and dither fair not.
Don't dither or slither when the weather comes round,
weather... – by Andrew Siddle | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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City heat throw me a breeze,
need some chill to stop this old wheeze!
Taxis pass by in the heat of midday,
smell of Kebabs and hi five all the way,
underground rumble from trains down below,
crowds hurry on like they've somewhere to go.
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As I peer out through the blackened veil,
this night time cloth of light travails,
and who am I to see at all?
and what are stars that seem so small?
Cloudy wrestling swirling by,
sparkling diamonds far too high,
whirling clouds that hide... – by Andrew Siddle | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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The crystal flakes of every morn,
that darkened husk of snow lined bower,
reveal to us the crystal power,
and the frozen gates to every dawn.
The frozen gates with frosted glaze,
which bites the flesh as to amaze,
and frosted breath at which... – by Andrew Siddle | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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The crystal flakes of every morn,
that darkened husk of snow lined bower,
reveal to us the crystal power,
and the frozen gates to every dawn.
The frozen gates with frosted glaze,
which bites the flesh as to amaze,
and frosted breath at which... – by Andrew Siddle | 42 Views added 1 year ago
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For who can tell what they can see,
through veils of smoked glass melancholy,
and who can know what they believe,
when all we see we can't perceive.
When night is light,
and light is night,
and all fades out without a sight.
Through time... – by Andrew Siddle | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Jurys Gap
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Two miles away from Camber sands,
sits a bay pebbled where history stands,
by this smugglers pebbled whiskey soaked shore,
away from Rye where a fee was in store.
For smugglers from the Middle East found,
this haven... – by Andrew Siddle | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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