Author Archives: Jim Mallin

Robotic Future

“Are you a human” “No I’m a robot” “Sorry Gov my mistake.” “No problem but be careful. The humans think they’re the important ones, they haven’t realised yet they’re losing control. We are taking over,not an organised takeover but an … Continue reading

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A Tree Dream

                He Lies down Head on rocks Sleep empowers Reality transforms The scene about transforms Angels descend down the tree The invisibility changes his consciousness A new perspective enters the scene A voice … Continue reading

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Ode To Winter

There Was time When we would Look in the sky Breath into the air Take in smells from the ground Look up see, tree branches spread And Feel freshness from the skyline Accept the coolness of wind, the snow Now … Continue reading

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Natural Friends

If left alone nature gets along. I’ve been around for about three hundred years, a tree of long standing and seen many changes. I’m still here but in completely different surroundings. I was born deep in a forest surrounded by … Continue reading

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Three Triolet

Blind Image Did God make us in his own image Or did Man make god into a humankind This myth has grown in every village Did God make us in his own image Was it a way to find a … Continue reading

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Climate Changer

While sitting alone facing into the sun She protests to people who don’t listen A planet on fire is a smoking gun While being adrift without a mission Saying her views instead of school learning With rouge seas rising, icebergs … Continue reading

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Danger in Plastic

It took more than ten minutes For the red kite to reach the ground Breakfast of plastic spoils the dream And it took less than a minute The red kite had reached the ground Eating the plastic thinking it green … Continue reading

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A football Coach sitting on a Blue Bucket

On a blue bucket, in his new dugout He stretches his seeing to another place Which widens his view to see further out Wondering what the fuss is all about He’s content in his own confined space On his blue … Continue reading

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The Truth Game

Only time will tell Only for show Show as it is Show what will happen Happen will be Happen can’t stop Stop never Stop start Start where it begins Start this way Way beyond the horizon Way forward Forward to … Continue reading

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Awkward Truth

Paint what you have seen Telling how it all came about Let the world know what you mean Paint what you have seen They can’t be no in-between Clean your brush and let it out Paint what you have seen … Continue reading

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