Incarceration – The Mush from the Hill

First published on Free Verse Revolution as part of their monthly theme – Freedom.

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Is anyone truly free?

We sit looking out of

Rose tinted windows

Incarcerated by the

Need for a living wage

Craving cool fresh air to breathe

Fleeting thoughts pass by

Of what is our reality?

Like yesterday’s twitter feed

Blowing in solar winds

Of social media’s cyber space

Fake headlines catching our eye

The truth, a truth so hard to find

The waking day now a monkey puzzle

In a world of who or what to believe

Information overload blinds the mind

Talking down to us like hired help

While patting our heads for being good  

Politicians and conspiracy theorists unite

Welcome to Dystopia the land of the free

Where you will be happy, won’t you!

Because they will tell you how to be

Garbage in, garbage out

Losing our intelligence and free will

It won’t be long and you’ll see

There will be a new spelling

Of the…

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Just had to reblog this. Tatterhead, you’ve got this so right

Tatterhood

60 Days to Go!

Though I realise that they are badly out of sync, I’m just not going to let that worry me, because the world isn’t going to blow up just because I’ve lost track of what day goes with what Blog – as long as they’re all kinda numbered, we’re doing fine and that suits me …

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One Last Time

I’m no surprise to you now

You know me of old

And stories told

No need to fear that I’m here

Walking among you

 

I see you glance at me

From the corner of your eye

As I pass you by

But you prefer not to look

And I take no offence

 

But I am here again

Just a polite reminder

To your complacency

Your ignorance

Once your time is done; I’ll come

 

Remember Old Joe

No, he was left and forgotten

Out of sight, out of mind

Turning up none the less

A discomfort to your ignorance

 

Remember how they fell

A moment of impatience

And I’m holding someone’s hand

Leading them on a different journey

Leaving friends and family behind

 

I’m here, there, I’m everywhere

Do not be blind to me

I am a reminder to you

To live out your days

With joy and happiness

 

Be thoughtful, be thankful

Smile once in a while

Because I am here

Watching… While I wait

For you!

 

Copyright © JRFC May 2019
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Her Apartment…

I… I’m here,

This is her place.

I stood there for a little while wondering what to do next. I looked up and down the street hoping the answer would just present itself but nothing and no one appeared. I looked back at the building, this old almost derelict building. It didn’t make sense; the building was so decrepit, no one could have lived there for years and yet I knew I had been there just six months ago.

With my urge for answers strengthening I stepped through the main lobby door. It felt so much colder inside than out. In front of me, I began the ascent up the staircase, old, noisy and dust ridden. I kept walking up not really knowing what floor to go to, hoping that something would be familiar and then I smelt it, that purple fragrance.

With my nose in the air, sniffing like a blood hound, I followed the aroma. It wasn’t hard to do and I found myself on the top floor with two apartments either side of the corridor. On one side the smells were musty and damp, on the other the fragrance, my fragrance of… What was that smell?

I knocked somewhat timidly at first hoping no one was there. When no one did answer I knocked again, this time with a bit more vigour. I was beginning to feel disappointed at the fact no one was answering.

When no answer came again I took hold of the door knob, retracting quickly as it was freezing cold. It felt as though it had been in a freezer for some time and then fitted to the door not moments earlier. Still, with my jacket sleeve wrapped around my hand I took hold of the handle again and turned.

The door opened.

 

To be continued…

Find out how the story begins.

Copyright © JRFC May 2019
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It’s Just Me…

A wise old man once said to me “you can’t please all of the people all of the time but can please some of the people all of the time”. He was bloody rubbish at reciting famous quotes but it did make me think a little.

It made me think of past and present experiences. Where I have succeeded and where I have failed. To the numerous projects that have come and gone, jack of all trades and master of none. It made me think about what I do and why I do it. So I decided to repost these two little ditties both as a reminder and validation to why I started this journey and to the continuing adventures of the Mush from the Hill.

Short and Sweet

Write for the pleasure

And the people who enjoy

The words that you write

 

Me, Myself and I

What do I know eh?

A Welsh Poet from the Hill

Good enough for me!

 

Copyright © JRFC May 2019
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