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Tony Frobisher
Jan 2, 20231 min read
Thing Thinking
Thing Thinking The Things We Barely Notice The passing of the sun The turning of the Earth The movement of time The rising and falling of...
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Tony Frobisher
Jan 2, 20231 min read
The Moon and The Gulls
The Moon and The Gulls The moon traces Silver scars across A silent seascape. The wind holds Its breath now the Gulls have gone, Carrying...
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Tony Frobisher
Jan 2, 20231 min read
Earth and Moon
Earth and Moon The Earth asked the moon If it ever felt alone And the moon replied It never showed its dark side -- People often put on a...
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Tony Frobisher
Jan 2, 20231 min read
Our Land
Our Land Our land is no land, A land of bullet and gun. Our land is scarred and ruined, A land from which we had to run. Our land is just...
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Tony Frobisher
Jan 2, 20231 min read
Weathered Beaches
Weathered Beaches Hands buried in armpits, Wrapped up in a Fisherman's friend of A thick woolly sweater. A jumper on the beach, An eager...
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Tony Frobisher
Jan 2, 20232 min read
England-by-the-Sea (Up North)
England-by-the-Sea (Up North) (Written after an afternoon in Whitby, North Yorkshire, ey, twas a grand day) It was the best of British...
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Tony Frobisher
Jan 2, 20231 min read
Banking in Winter
Banking in Winter They cried into the Darkness of an unlit room as Silence filled the chilly air. The radiators no longer Creaked and the...
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Tony Frobisher
May 21, 20221 min read
The Remembrance of Pebbles
The Remembrance of Pebbles I reach the beach under A grey-sky welcome, A stiffening breeze whipping Bottle-green-broken wave tops...
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Tony Frobisher
Apr 23, 20222 min read
Weathered Family
Weathered Family Over here it's raining. And the wind is blowing A hoolie and chilling our bones. Winter wrapped in gloves And scarves,...
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Tony Frobisher
Apr 21, 20221 min read
Alone
Alone I was alone. And silence Welcomed me. And the wind Embraced me. And warmth Enveloped me. And all thought Escaped me. I was alone....
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Tony Frobisher
Apr 17, 20221 min read
Hill Scars
Hill Scars I bear the hill scars. Wind thrashed and Rain lashed to my Weather beaten core. I bear the hill scars. Elemental exposure and...
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Tony Frobisher
Apr 11, 20221 min read
Wave Watching
Wave Watching I liked the way You watched the waves. Surprise on your face As each one grew to A rising presence. A force of nature...
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Tony Frobisher
Apr 11, 20221 min read
Sea Grief
Sea Grief We called the seabirds. Swooping and squawking - The wave bobbers in Constant chatter, exchanging Stories in braggadocio caws,...
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Tony Frobisher
Mar 3, 20221 min read
New Book, Old Friend
New Book, Old Friend There is a happy nostalgia In turning that first page. Imbibing the scent of Ink on paper, a smell That is...
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Tony Frobisher
Feb 27, 20221 min read
Covid / War
Covid / War The day the war came, Covid went away. The fog of war replaced The viral load, and Covid knew it'd had its day. The day war...
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Tony Frobisher
Feb 27, 20221 min read
War On Social Media
War On Social Media They watched the war on Facebook, Then laughed at all the cat memes. They watched the war on Twitter, In 2 minute...
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Tony Frobisher
Feb 21, 20221 min read
The Mad Wind's Night Work
The Mad Wind's Night Work Evening quiet brought The darkened portent. And we slept to dreams Where we were carried high, Aloft with...
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Tony Frobisher
Feb 14, 20222 min read
The Train South From Glasgow (Masks On) / Th' Train Sooth Fae Glascae (Masks Oan)
The Train South From Glasgow (Masks On) We’re all in it Just the same. Except when we’re travelling From Scotland to England, On the...
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Tony Frobisher
Feb 3, 20221 min read
Pier into the Past
Pier Into The Past We walked to The end Of the pier And watched The distant Ships, silently Drift toward The horizon Accompanied by The...
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Tony Frobisher
Feb 3, 20221 min read
Breathing in the Winter Morning
Breathing in the Winter Morning The morning Is soft breath And lungs full Of night, dark Respirations, rhythm Pulsing dreams that Float...
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