My Red Ribbon


We live in exciting time,
Of medical miracles,
And wonderful drugs.
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But that doesn’t,
Stop the need,
To raise awareness,
Of the disease.
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So I adorn my ribbon,
And let it be known,
Seek advise of the unknown.

Read more about World Aids Day here >>> https://www.worldaidsday.org/

Mo Support


Hi everyone,
It’s me again,
Growing hair,
For a good cause.
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If I can,
Take some time,
Please go look,
And share a dime.


Every year men needlessly die,
Sometimes by curable diseases,
Sometimes due to mental illness,
Please donate a little to the cause,
And help men out around the world.


See My Movember story here and please feel free to donate >
https://mobro.co/14055088?mc=1
Or see the facebook fundraiser here >
https://www.facebook.com/donate/444792016452820/

Why I Love the UK


I’ve felt the summer sun glow,
and the cold nip of snow,
I’ve heard the autumn deer call,
and watched the fawns crawl,
I’ve seen the rain fall,
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and the rainbow tall,
I’ve smelt the honeydew in the air,
and smelt the cold winter air,
I’ve tasted the meat of the highlands,
and the fruits of the lowlands,
These things I say,
Remind me why,
I love the UK.

Mind Games


As this post is designed to heighten your awareness to your body I do warn you that you may notice things you never have before. Also some of these may not work on some of you as they don’t always work.

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I can be cruel,
Of that I’m sure,
You know you’re blinking.
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On the other hand,
I can do things,
Like say,
Is that your tongue you are feeling?
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I digress,
for I have noticed,
My own breathing,
In…..Out.
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One that often gets me,
Is the ticking in my neck,
I know it’s just a vain,
But still It gets to me.
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On we go,
Onto our feet,
Can you feel your cold toes?
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Time to be,
A little mean,
Is that your nose,
That you can see.
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Lets also pay,
A cruel respect,
To the itchy end,
Of your nose.
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Or more-so,
I have known,
The itch to spread,
All down my hands.
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With the odd mixed signals,
Of my fingers,
Neither hot nor cold,
Just slight tingles.
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And with the beat,
Of your heart,
Your hands will shake.
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One I must not leave behind,
Is that ringing noise inside,
You know its there,
You here it now.
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But moving on,
Lick your lips,
And you shall feel the strange,
Tingling sensation.
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I would apologise for subjecting you to this,
But I did warn you first,
Just think of tea and you’ll think of this,
Face, Eyes, Noes, Hands, Feet, Lunges, Tongue and Lips!

I Left A Part Of Me On The West Coast


No matter how cold,
Or how harsh the weather,
Even with the midges,
And the quiet shelter,
The west coast calls me.

Between the rocks,
Hidden in the glens,
Waiting to be found,
Are all the people,
That make up the coast.

No matter the hustle,
And the inevitable bustle,
Of each city around,
There is a calm waiting,
Up on the west coast.

Where the people are friendly,
And the towns are few,
Where the lines with nature,
Are all but blurred,
You will find a peaceful life.

And when you have gone,
You will wish to go back,
Knowing forever more,
You will have left a part of you,
Up on the west coast.

Achmelvich Bay


There is a bay,
Miles away,
Over the hills,
And down the braes,
In the Highlands,
A world away.
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Where the sun,
Wind and rain,
Falls in a one,
All in a day,
On the beach,
Of Achmelvich bay.

Mountain Hare


There is a cat upon my garden wall,
I don’t know why,
A garden wall is there.
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Why is that cat upon the wall?
I don’t know why,
I can’t help but stare.
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Is the cat even there?
I have no proof,
But should I care?
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Oh, there is no cat upon my wall,
It was just a mountain hare.