Reflections of a Boomer
Reflections on life of an insignificant atom in the universe
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Mr & Mrs Middle England: Grave Matters and Hounds Another week in Ipplepen, and in true British fashion we begin with the weather. It has rained — heavily, lightly, sideways — with the occasional burst of sunshine just to confuse us further. October to date has been unusually warm too, nudging into double digits, leaving…
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Veteranby David Palethorpe When you see the veteranssitting with friends—or all alone—quietly contemplatingwhat, in their life,they have done… You may find,for good reason—one they alone will know—why they don’t want to talk,why they just wantto be on their own. They think about their lives.How was itthat they survived?Minds full of guilt,thinking of the friendswho died…
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Mr and Mrs Middle England – The Unabashed Englishman Every so often, a proud patriot hoists the St George’s Cross like it’s Excalibur and declares: “England for the English!” Stirring stuff — until you pause to consider what it actually means. If “English” is the badge of authenticity, then by definition everyone else — Scots,…
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COLOUR BLIND By David Palethorpe The colours of the rainbow,The colours of the world,They brighten every moment,With beauty when unfurled. True beauty lives within us,Not in the shade of skin,It’s found in how we see the world,And what we hold within. We all are bound to beauty,It lifts and shapes our lives,Yet when we look…
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Mr & Mrs Middle England: Old Gimmer Winter Winter, bloody winter. The days shrink, the evenings stretch, and with them comes the gloom — at least if you listen to Mr Middle England, Ipplepen’s very own Old Gimmer. For him, the lead up to the so-called “festive season” isn’t joyful at all. It’s futile, depressing,…
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FORGOTTEN by David Palethorpe Politicians made decree,But none would heed humanity.War declared—it had to be,No other choice if “to be free.” Broken soldiers home returnTo families left to weep and mourn.No compassion waits from society,That sent them to war “to be free.” While guns still roar and cannons thunder,Politicians will not name their blunder.The trail…
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DON – THE BRAVE by David Palethorpe Our son Don, He was a special child, As special as can be. In fact, he was the specialest The world will ever see. And because he was so special, He made others look a fool. So we took the special action Of sending him to a special school.…
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Does It Matter?Spoken word version by David Palethorpe Does it matter—what they think?Does it matter—what they say? Their words…drip like poison,but they never reach the core.They shout, they sneer, they whisper—and yet, truth does not bend. If it’s built on lies,it collapses.If it’s sharpened with spite,it dulls itself in time. The crowd may judge,the crowd…
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Durham Statue by David Palethorpe There is a statuein the square,standing all alone,his soul laid bare. Sad and forlorn,I long to know his story.What of his comrades—where are they now? Did they fallin some forgotten field,or return as heroesto a land of hope,a land fit for them? Or do they weep,from where they are,for what…
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ALONE by David Palethorpe I saw the old manSitting on a bench,Clutching his glass,Smoking sweet grass. Tired and dejected,Sad and rejected,Cast on the scrap heap,He sits all alone. No future ahead,His years long spent,The flame of his youthNow cold, now bent. The world moves fast,He moves no more,Just watches the tideFrom a distant shore. Yet…
