My Prophecy For Tomorrow


Some prophets are poets,
Some write small sonnets,
So here is me as a prophet,
With my view on tomorrow.
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There is a storm here,
It’s is very much clear,
But it won’t be long,
Until it is gone.
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We need to ride it out,
And help those with nout,
While the storm passes,
Until it is over.
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Clear skies are coming,
The way things are running,
Keep Calm and Carry On,
Until the Coronavirus is gone.

Bubble


You know that fleeting moment,
In which you see a bubble,
There one minute,
Popped the next,
With little in the way of left.
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It mimiks a wave,
Crashing on a beach,
Where we know,
For certain,
The wave wont reform.
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Few things feel as final,
As a bubble popping,
A wave crashing,
Loved one passing,
Not to be remade again.
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Watch that bubble closely,
Don’t let it leave your eye,
When it’s gone,
Nothing can,
Put it back together.

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.