Monthly Archives: February 2013

“Stoic” by Alan David Ross

The path that I had chosen was much travelled and muddy after the rain.  It was well into November and mild with the sun high into its arc when I came upon it.  Right there, all four inches of it … Continue reading

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“On a wheel chair Ward 7” by Alan Blenkhorn

No longer running all around Stirring up human sounds Or making an idiot of myself Via tongue and mouth That’s not right I didn’t start any fights These bright lights Not a pleasant sight No one will know If it … Continue reading

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“Check List” by Alan Blenkhorn

Realistic Not narcissistic Grounded Not surrounded Sensitive Not over reactive Persistence Not above resistance Mixing in the crowd Not the clouds Delegator Not manipulator Here Not there Fear Not everywhere Relaxed Not a relapse Always fun Can’t prove one

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“A Mansion of Mental Moods” by Alan Blenkhorn

An entire block on Highbury Street The mansion on the hill for mental retreat A wonderful resort Divided behaviours Piss one off They still talk soft Many intrusive disorders On the ward all over Lacks of control Foul out their … Continue reading

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“Excuses” by Alan Blenkhorn

Drops of my soul on every page Looking from inside an invisible anti-psychotic cage Dreams now, of what may never be We’re just going to die anyways Drifting on a habit boat That never set a float Efforts to avoid … Continue reading

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“Spellbound” by Stanley Shaver

As I stand here and into the universe I peer I wonder what is man’s purpose for being here Is the end of time drawing near? I’m amazed by the splendour of it all Why the moon and stars don’t … Continue reading

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“Inner Heat” by Stanley Shaver

Who cares about the beggar on the street With his frost-bitten hands and his worn out feet Stop look into his eyes, you won’t see any heat For the flame has long died and the man feels defeat. Take a … Continue reading

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