If Life is a Dancefloor


Life is my dancefloor,
Poetry is my life,
And here I will tap.
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Each key a step,
Each word a move,
Each line a dance.
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While I have breath,
And while my fingers work,
The dancefloor will be mine.
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If life is a dancefloor,
Poetry is my life,
I am the DJ.

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Under the Stars


Look up at the stars,
What do you see?
Is it pictures,
Or dot-to-dots,
Maybe even life,
Or could it be dreams,
Could it be facts,
Or every single feeling,
Do you see tomorrow,
Or maybe your yesterdays,
What about the smiles,
Or maybe the frowns,
Do you see the hope,
Or is it more fear,
Do you just see stars,
Or do you see ET,
No matter what you see,
I know what I see,
A million fireflies,
Staring back at me.

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Redheads


Redheads spark fascination,
Amongst scientists and populations.
Only 2% of humans are redheads,
But still they sparked superstitions.
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The four alleles have to align,
And only at that special time,
Will a child be born with hair of fire,
And one more person is born a ginger.
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I cannot lie,
I too am intrigued,
I love the hair colour,
I think it looks sweet,
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The colour has been,
With kings and queens,
And even has seen,
Men of extreme nobility.
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So let us give a moment of thought,
To those with this special trait,
Phenotypic phenomenons,
With the beautiful red fiery hair.

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The Battle of the Tide


What is that I can see,
The monster that is the sea,
Trying to claim the land,
Crashing down on the sand,
During the daily battle,
Where for half the day the sea is winning,
And the other half the sand.

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All Lives Matter


All the words in the world,
Will never change,
That your life matters!
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Don’t feel threatened that others,
Are demanding their lives matter,
Lenten and hear them out.
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Some people need reminded,
That some lives matter,
As they seem to have forgotten.
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So saying black lives matter,
Is not saying white doesn’t,
It’s reminding those who’ve forgotten.
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Humans are Humans,
No matter their skin,
Beneath a heart is still beating.
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Please don’t fight,
Because someone demands the right,
To have heir life matter tonight.
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If you agree all lives matter,
You agree black lives matter,
And that’s all that matters.
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Remind the racists,
That lives are lives,
And don’t let them get away with this.
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Your life matters,
We all matter,
Black lives matter!

The World Is Burning


When the trees are burning,
And the world is churning,
And the planet is struggling,
Humanity must take a stand.
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Let’s fight this house fire,
Before it leads to disaster,
Before we lose our home,
We must take our chance.
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This is a one off place,
We live in each day,
We Mustn’t squander it,
And we must not leave it this way.

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.

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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 >
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Or see the facebook fundraiser here >
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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.
***
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.
***
One that often gets me,
Is the ticking in my neck,
I know it’s just a vain,
But still It gets to me.
***
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.
***
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?
*
Oh, there is no cat upon my wall,
It was just a mountain hare.

Train Window Questions


Looking out through a train window,
Nature looks like a snapshot,
Just a picture passing at seventy miles an hour.
Life is just standing still on the other side of this glass.
This glass cold to the touch and the only thing between me and the real world.
Sitting in a man-made object looking out onto nature.
Wondering what would be here if it weren’t for the rail line and this seven tone bullet.
The rail line rust coloured and just sitting there to help man get from point a to point b.
The grasses in their respective fields are green.
The straw in theirs yellow and in some bailed.
The hill like clouds of land blend into the land like clouds in the sky.
The trees browning and the water running under the occasional bridge.
The cars on the road and the tractors in the fields.
The only apparent moving objects.
The sun blanketing the land in its golden rays makes water glint with a fiery haze.
Looking out through a train window.
Town life looks alive.
Moving and bustling around.
Mankind is not stopping for anything on the other side of this glass.
This glass misty up from the smoke of the town and the only thing between me and the modern nature.
Sitting in a man-made object looking out onto modern nature.
Wondering what would be here if it weren’t for the rail line, this seven tone bullet and all the houses and business around me.
The rail line silver coloured as if just laid down, and there for multiple purposes.
The people in their respective professions working to make money.
The homeless sitting at street corners and some making money selling magazines.
The houses like plains of objects blend into the land like plains in the sky.
The trees still browning as if not deterred by the smog filled modern nature.
The water running cloudy under the bridge.
The cars on the roads and the people in the street move with intention.
The sun trying to light up the ground but being dimmed by the smog in the air makes the water glint feebly.
Heading closer and closer to Aberdeen life sees so surreal out here in the train.

Cherry Blossom


The trees are heavy,
Blowing in the wind,
The ground changes,
A shade of pink.
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The trees shed their spring coat,
And leave sprinkle their colour,
Over the paths and the roads,
Signalling the middle of spring.
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Look around now,
And cherish the sight,
All the wonder,
Of Cherry Blossom.

Bumbling Bumble Bee


Spring is here,
The air is warm,
And comes along,
The Bumbling Bumble Bee.
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As flower open,
Gardens bloom,
Comes to play,
The Bumbling Bumble Bee.
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It’s known hum,
And happy sway,
As it flies,
The Bumbling Bumble Bee .

Springtime has Come


The air is still cold,
As is the granite,
The ground still frosty,
In the morning sun,
But it is clear to see,
From the buds on the trees,
That spring has finally come.
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The fields are green,
As are the trees,
The sheep have lambed,
Out in the land,
You can clearly hear,
From the noise out there,
That spring has finally sprung.
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The trees are budding,
As are the tulips,
The flowers are growing,
Out in the garden,
You can clearly smell,
From the pollen out there,
That spring has just begun.

Time Moves


Autumn leaves on Summer trees,
Honey bees on Autumn leaves,
Time moves on so we might see,
those honey bees on Autumn leaves,
and Autumn leaves on Summer trees,
When we wake tomorrow.

All The Seasons


Yellow rainbow upon the soil,
on that bright spring day.

Purple hugh upon the hills,
on that worm summers day.

Brown squishy mess upon the roads,
on that dull autumn day.

Whirlwind whitewash upon the ground,
on that cold Christmas day.

A Summers Day


Roses and sunshine,
Smile out in the garden,
Tea and coffee,
Play out on the table,
Kids fish by the stream,
Adults talk about the day.
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Summer has come ,
It shows in the garden,
Drinks are available,
Sat out on the table,
Fish hide in the stream,
This never ending summers day.
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Night seems distant,
Miles from the garden,
The hot patio,
Sleeps under the table,
Cold is the water in the stream,
Warm is the wind of the day.

Found Wandering in Aberdeen

Little Fella


This little fella,
Landed on me,
Made me happy,
For me to see,
Reminded me,
Of nature’s love,
Even if,
It’s just a bug.
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This little fella,
Sat in my hand,
Made me think,
About the land,
Showed me life,
In the city,
With his seven,
Spotted coat.
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This little fella,
As returned home,
To live among,
The under growth,
To feast upon,
The aphid armies,
And another,
Person happy.