Flying

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The Making of a Single...

At precisely
the same time
three
thousand
tiny heartbeats
began
...

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Inking flight mode muse

Inking flight mode muse

As black as my birdlover poet's pen ink upon ink
Coal black as every poet's ink, hue upon hue...

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The Tree Nest

feathers on the sticks

The Tree Nest

I saw a bird trembling with the cold,
building a tree nest in the rose bush
dry leaves and...

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Seagulls

Seagulls

We flew to Africa where the weather was warm,
down below we could see turmoil, eye of a storm,...

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I Smoke Pot

Anger Management

I Smoke Pot

Gravity keeps my anger company, as my soul rises with every hit I take.

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The Magic Carpet

The Magic Carpet

I can go anywhere I really choose to go,
but you don't have to tell me 'to go with the flow,'...

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Eulogy

For my Father Brian 'Dick' Pettitt 08.06.1932 – 21.06...

Eulogy

Eulogy

There are some men who should have mountains
To bear their names through time...

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Life In The Fast Lane

Life In The Fast Lane

The birds flew in an arrow with me in the front,
nothing could stop us including a passing cormorant...

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On a jumbo jet ✈️

On a jumbo jet ✈️

I am sitting on an inside seat aboard an aeroplane

Looking out of the small but slightly steamed...

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Euphoria

There isn't a moment when I'm with you that I don't feel like I'm floating.
The worries and troubles...

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TIME TO FLY

The time has come for you to fly
Don't be worried,scared or shy
I will be here if you should...

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I Don't Usually Do...

omg

I Don't Usually Do This Sort Of Thing

That's what Max said she mentioned after arriving,
as they both descended from heaven while...

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My rollercoaster ride 🎒

My rollercoaster ride 🎒

My life has passed me by and now I wish that time would hide

Everything sped so much faster since...

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Skedaddling Bats πŸ¦‡

Skedaddling Bats πŸ¦‡

Tis’ the twighlight of the evening
the summer sun has gone to rest
As I lie upon a hammock...

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FLYING HIGH

Cared for by mummy and daddy bird on the ground
Next step for baby bird was to fly heaven bound...