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  Nov 28 silent echo
egg hot pot
the way you gaze at me
makes me want to **** myself
your eyes barely open
with an unpleasant expression
and a tint of disgust
and hints of censure
is what you look at me like
is that what i look like to you
  Nov 28 silent echo
Jimmy silker
My grandad on my mothers side
Was an idiosyncratic cat
Obsessed with engineering
Draughtsmanship and that

Recorded and catalogued
Big bands on a reel to reel
Oft silent in a low mood
You never knew the way he'd feel

But at Chrimbo came his home brew wine
and after a glass or two
He'd start to act all silly
Mug for the camera
Then the night was through

He had a turn of phrase
Long outmoded in the seventies
To the point of incomprehension
To the children of his latter days

If you asked what he was doing
He'd say I'm just scratching out my Ditty box
An invite to absurdism?
Or another life he'd half forgot?

I think he missed the war
And the certainty
It brought
As he poured over his old blueprints
The battles still unfought
  Nov 28 silent echo
Lizzie Bevis
Love shouldn't feel like shattered glass,
Or tears that flow as moments pass.
I learnt that caring wasnt enough,
When gentle hearts are treated rough.

The door closes softly as I depart,
A final goodbye, a new fresh start.
Though leaving breaks me piece by piece,
Staying would steal my inner peace.

Sometimes love means walking away,
Despite the price we have to pay.
For in the end, I've come to see,
The greatest love is setting myself free.

©️Lizzie Bevis
silent echo Nov 28
Jesus popped in for a cuppa the other day,

It's my birthday soon!

he said, with an expectant smile.

My brother piped up,

Is it before or after Christmas?
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