Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

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The Choir Invisible Risible?!

Following the recent emptying of garbage bins by refuse collectors, the wheelie bin cleaning guy is currently treating our cul-de-sac’s rubbish receptacles to a monthly spruce up. A £3 jet clean removing the cylinders interior and exterior detritus, providing a sparkling facade, along a pleasant fragrance courtesy of sanitising spray. I’m unclear what cologne this chap dowses upon the newly pristine wheelie bins. However, it presents a fresh, clean aroma that’s […]

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Do Tesco Sell Silicon Bathroom Sealant?

21st March 2018 is World Poetry Day. A perennial event introduced in 1999 by the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organisation (UNESCO) aimed at raising the profile of prose. It’s goal the pulchritude of a poem, the splendour of a sumptuous sonnet, the opulence of the ode and, for the less discerning, the lewdness of a limerick. UNESCO’s cusp of the millennium strategy an attempt to instil a worldwide […]

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Last Bottle of Red

Departed Loiner’s final glass vessel; merlot bereft In smithereens; akin to spirits of those left behind Fragmented for regeneration; successor yet untold   Like Loiner, vessel existentially intact two months prior Their chance meeting short, though physically & spiritually fruitful Distressingly, House of York affiliate’s hindmost drop of fermented grape   Empty merlot vessel bereft of it’s significance in clan’s story Cast as blindsiding villain in minefield of triggers sorrowful Bottle, […]

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Art Without Walls

A splendid brunch, thought provoking works of sculpted art, along with the aesthetically pleasing amalgam of nature’s autumnal colour variations, were amongst yesterday’s compatriots. This gratifying trinity of gifts bequeathed to my wife and I during a sojourn to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, on the outskirts of Wakefield. Fairly recently I concluded that I’ve not given modern art the appreciation it deserves. My opinions formed on the misconception that during formation these creations show far less artist skill in comparison to more traditional […]

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The Tiring Jab?

Triggers abound; blindsiding brood Culprits melancholic refrain, aroma, vino, cuisine Messages present on device; though hearken avoided Sobbing avoidance key for offspring of taken Tears for departed patriarch not an option Resistance to avoid exhibiting fragility his lad’s focus.   Triggers ad infinitum; their sporadic existence surety Though no surety of coping strategy to employ Has grieving even started behind offspring’s mask Emotions clandestine akin to beard clad jaw Like chin, […]

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Salle Des Declencheurs

Comfort zone, erstwhile sanctuary of clan chief Former chamber of serenity, grape and musical refrain Empty leather seat beckons product of god’s own county to no avail Empty brood hearts beckon man of god’s own county to no avail Sinatra in solitude, Darrin in desolation his clans hereafter.   Yorkshireman’s invite to his sanctuary has no RSVP Though ignorance on his part not culprit of hush Akin to chief, eclectic […]

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Black Skies Are The New Blue

Name your ransom; what dowry for chief’s homecoming? Brood at sea, despite occupying terra firma Clan cut adrift, despite occupying terra firma Old Blue Eyes lament awaits chief Frankie’s throat cleared; though won’t sing ‘The Good Life’ Wine rack bereft of buddy merlot For Pontefract cakes, blue is new black For the brood, skies black are new blue.   Melancholy prevails in WF3 Cricket loving role model’s plight dispirits the […]

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