Ray Feasey Poems

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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