Category: prose
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Well, still here ..(no-one liked my song lyrics – boo hoo! …)
Well. Still here – laughing. Joking – singing – swinging monkey-like across the abysses that litter, pepper my silly paths every inch of the way.
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Zzzzz
Wow – dynamite in the midst of the evening! – hell-boy – running scared – no useful heart-breaker – donkey weaver – asiatic muddy-faced hypnotist – aching through the night – whimsical podcaster balanced on the edge of a knife-blade – hypnotist, undisciplined, crawfish spectacle wearer, heart-breaker maker of sun-moonbeams, unclaimed, unashamed, unalone, not at…
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Spark of Life Song lyrics by Tony Chapman ©
SPARK OF LIFE words and music by Tony Chapman © April1999 Em Em+7 Cm Bm when the road is broken and the path is bent F#m F#m+7 when words that are spoken don’t say what they meant when a rabbit is caught by the innocent eagle’s claw CHORUS its the spark of life that’s…
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the morning meeting
It is the morning of the time of all catapult specials, where all dawns meet and treat the soil with disdain. How many circumference navigators have silver lined their marathon pockets with collosal extraveganzers and hiccuping gladiators, riptided and glacier swollen, a pendulum in one hand, an hourglass in the other, hopelessly entwined, wrapped around,…
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My life is now so insane I dare not even write about it
My life is now so insane I dare not even write about it … So I write nonsense — I’m like an expert top quality bridge builder who never builds bridges – I’m too busy delivering newspapers ! – what the ….!!!
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I often put old writings in here.
i started doing this blog spontaneously … that was what was so nice about it … l sat in a Hema cafe by the sea and just wrote. Then people responded and I got a bit self-conscious and started pasting in old writings I could check over. Also l so rarely have the time these…
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poetry is an end in itself
Thankyou Lorca. In the midst of my money bills invoices reciepts appointments I sit in a cafe and for a moment read the “Gacela of the Dark Death” and I’m in a sane soul-sustaining world – for 2 minutes I am saved Thankyou Lorca. I need poetry EXACTLY like water It is my hope my…
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Two.
Two is a number for animals in the ark For opposites man and wife, red and green How many more pairs locked in dynamic, political, opposing, polarity, unable to break free, Are going to whirl through the universe until they are split, must there be?
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The Eagle and me.
I CATCH THE CREVICE WITH MY RIGHT HAND FINGERS – and swing out, over the abyss – only the accompaning squeal of an eagle distracts me from the hilarious height. And he has other problems.
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Burgess Hill. Written by Tony Chapman
Burgess Hill. Written by Tony Chapman A village under the blue sky of a summer’s day. White clouds puffed up and sailed, bobbing along, over the whale-backed hills. The green hills with moving shadows, cast by the sun, the beautiful, soft gentle curves and sweeps. Little trees and gorse bushes grew like freckles. In…
Tony Chapman-Art Music Writing 