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Don’t Worry, Kid – Promote Yourself

I shed my skin many years ago.

At the back of those high trees in junior school.
That never ever seemed to grow gold in autumn.

It’s still there I bet – petrified. Old. stone skin.
Knees supporting a chin somehow still held high.
With a muddy arse on blooded school trousers.

Just still lacking whatever that place kept
Telling me I lacked.

We are different people him and I
He is my Bukowski’s bluebird
The boy I nurture and protect. As me and my own.

No one sees him – no one hurts him.

Only problem is –
He tells me what he used to tell everybody
“I’m fine, nothing to worry about, I just fell over”

I wish I didn’t know any different.

-Christopher Flame

Poppy and the bluebird

Poppy was basking in the sunlight

She was sitting in her favourite place

Looking up into the blue sky

The sun was shinning upon her face


She sat there and all was peaceful

She felt so relaxed and calm

Knowing that she was safe on her toadstool

She knew she would come to no harm


Excuse me, said a little blue bird

I cannot find my way back to my nest

My wings are very weak from flying

Can I stay awhile to take a rest?


Poppy took pity on the little blue bird

She allowed the little bird to stay

While the little bird was sleeping

Poppy opened her wings and flew away


She circled the forest many times

Looking for the little blue birds nest

This became very tiring for Poppy

So, she settled in a tree for a rest


Whilst resting in the tree for a while

A little bird said excuse me have you heard

I have been looking all day in the forest

Trying to find my little blue bird


So, they both flew back together

To find the little blue bird fast asleep

His mother was so pleased to find him

She gave him a loving kiss on his beak


Mother bird was so grateful to Poppy

For finding her little blue bird that day

Then they both kissed each other

Saying goodbye as they both flew away
Malcolm Bradshaw
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