Category: Poems
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I Am Here
Run my hands through the earth, The dirt between my fingers,The rain finally stops falling, The wind drifting through the trees. My voice travelling across the valley, My feet planted in the ground. My coat smells like vape, The rush of the city, Running in my veins, People rushing, traffic, noise, shouting, anger, hands, grabbing, reaching. Stop. Open…
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Back Step
Dinner on the back step,In the late evening sun.Last few moments of daylight,the night is coming on. Spanish chicken, rice and salad,“Doctor’s orders” they say.Ah fuck,I’m older than I’d like to be,But I’m grateful for the day. © Paul Andrew Sneddon
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Ayrshire Rain
Ayrshire rain, Steady, Reliable. I’d miss it if it wasn’t there, I’m sure I would. On a cold winter’s night, Falling against the window, Like knocking on the door. Pulling up the duvet, “Leave it out there, Come to bed, baby.” Or in the summer,…
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2-0
2-0 win, on a Saturday afternoon.Following the game online, or on the radio.Wee man through to tell me the goals Covid.Laying in bed.Or on the couch.A win is just the tonic. Well,That and 2 paracetamol. Last time this happened I had a chest infection, Everyone else was…
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Smile
Smile motherfucker.You are alive.You are travelling.In this moment. Lucky man. Life is messy.Real, Human.Imperfect.Like me.Like you. Smile motherfucker. You are alive. © Paul Andrew Sneddon
