Ray Feasey

The leather upholstery and walnut dash
Nothing plastic looking cheap or brash
The shiny chrome and deep rug pile
Just sitting in it brings a smile
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Jamie and the juggler
so wonderful to see
so unexpected unrehearsed
yet magical to me
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Golf and me are not to be I’ve tried it many times,
I slipped I fell and heard folk yell and even hit a old brass bell
At hole’s I crossed when ball was lost
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Ever sat waiting for someone you are meeting
You’ve planned it your early and awaiting they’re greeting
Yet it’s still some way off and there’s nothing else planned
It’s a strange piece of time and your thinking expands
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I know I put it somewhere
So as to keep it safe
It was only weeks or was it months
That cunning hiding place
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I saw a cottage on a distant hill
It was overcast and dull of light
The wind blew hard although all was still
Way past day yet not quite night
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When I saw my dog chase after a cat
It was like a greyhound let out of the trap
Yet it hadn’t a chance as the cat climbed the tree
Flicking vee’s at the dog all smug you see
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Looking from the carriage window out into the beyond
This train journey had an effect quite unprepared for
Lost in thought and certainly a slowing down of heartbeat
Strange how once seated the motion calms one to solace
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This comes about so rapid and yet after long years at times we forget
Of the wonders we saw without caring to look have perhaps passed us by

On occasion a mind prompt brings detail to brain as we elate at our memory
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The flights an hour well more or less
The quickest way you’ll find
Except for arriving two hours before
Then queuing up and passport chores
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Haven’t they changed lots over the years?
From baggy high waisted to drainpipes and flares
From cotton to jean and now track bottom black
That shine and create static when taken from rack
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The thrill of seeing a theatre show
That silent wait for lights to dim and
Suddenly as music starts
Pulses race just for a while
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My life is finished its over it’s gone
I did not see it coming and was quite unprepared
I was angry and bitter and even quite scared
My life was finished it was over and gone
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The fox in the morning was out in the road
It stood looking at me its eyes gleaming gold
The slight mist and darkness framed it's clear silhouette
And I thought it unusual a sight I will not forget
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The manufacturing industry was once so great and strong
However if you seek it now, in the UK – It’s Gone!

The more or less complete demise is clear as seldom things are built
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If you didn’t know what you were going to do
How would you know to use nail or screw?
Whether use of an electric or manual one’s best
On the way to that place turning right and not left?
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Look up at dark night sky
See many lights that swirl not hurl
Some very bright that flicker
Occasionally a red that moves
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My throat is sore as my eyes lay heavy
It’s hard to breathe as congestion abounds
I feel unwell sometimes hot and then chilled
With head on fire I know I have a ‘cold’
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I do not think you ever can create the thing you did before
No looking back or mimicking it’s gone, that was then – for sure
Recapture past the glories had and shine with them again?
Don’t bother in this foolish trial its effort given in vain
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Connects the world all good and bad
Sadly I feel it’s often quiet sad

To sit for hours that can’t be won back
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