Bernard Pearson

He thinks he's in his bath playing battleships by the sound of it A war without an agreed legal basis and clear objectives is not a war its just violence and loss of life

It's like brigadoon Ju only appears now and then, most thursdays apparently when the sea mist comes in, Thanks ever so much for your kind comments

Huge thanks for prompt Julian @hool415.bsky.social l #promptcombo #free40
Dee Side

In the café with torn lino
and the toffee crackled windows
in the seaside town
Where the tide went out
In nineteen sixty two.
A man in a pork pie hat
Stirs his tea with a fork

© Bernard Pearson

Bernie Sanders Speaks Truth to Chump........

Good Morning Moz I love to see that smile cheers me up

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There’s an old scruffy cat
On the roof of next door’s shed
His fur has gone mushy In the rain
he really should be inside on his bed
He looks at me then looks away
All haughty and well bred
You wouldn’t think when
his owner iss away
It’s me who sees him fed

© Bernard Pearson

Haiku

I am become night
beneath the mulberry tree
Where crickets sing.

Bernard Pearson

my most unfavourite euphemism of the moment 'Things happen'

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Will move on to this in the middle of The Thursday Murder Club) which I have pettily resisted reading. (hubris around celebs writing book) but it a great read right up my street wish I hadn't been so hoity toity now ! you are a very talented writer

no just all lies

Thank you so much

Oh Penny, thank you so much !

Oh bless you Merril. you are kind

Thank you Sue 👍

thanks John I hoped it might unsettle a little. AI certainly unsettles me !

excellently mysterious...... I wonder where she went

Oh Julian, you are kind thank you.

I do love this lord knows we need a bit of whimsy at the moment thanks for sharing Julian

Thank you so much David

They' re all looking down because the president has lost his marbles

Thanks Mike sometimes I am glad to be 70 plus, I find it all a bit much these days

Huzzar! Congratulations Jules !!!

ICON SELF Oh, pray for me now And at the hour of our departure. Who’s taking who? I wonder, From my sacred image Let no man put asunder. You are my helpmate, You tell me, You spell me, You are me. The Screen is everything. Like a mother’s face from a pram. You will straighten out The tagliatelle in my brain, Be my weather world, My sunshine and my rain. So, click, bait the hook Take me to dream land, Through the lightless mirror Where there is no pain. © Bernard Pearson

my thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk for hosting #PoemsAbout #BeingWatched will enjoy reading everyone else's stuff as it comes in

FT comments section this morning - saying what everyone else is thinking, right?

never really thought much of him

Happy World Book Day! my selected poems available from www.leafbyleafpress.com

Happy World Book Day !

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