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For Leah and Sam

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  For Leah and Sam On Your Wedding Day 16th August 2025 Feel it as the beat fades in, The beat is ‘Praise You’ - Fat Boy Slim… 🎶Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat… Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat… Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat… Beat beat-beat-beat-beat-beat beeeeat🎶 One day two souls found their right track And found there was no turning back. Two hearts which danced To ‘Praise You’ beats… 🎶Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat… Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat… Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat… Beat beat-beat-beat-beat-beat beeeeat🎶 Today we Praise You Like we should! You, like us,  A pre-COVID couple, Found each other And formed a ‘bubble’; Kept your distance,  For your health, And found that love  Was your true wealth. 🎶Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat… Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat… Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat… Beat beat-beat-beat-beat-beat beeeeat🎶 Today we Praise You Like we should! Your souls have danced Every day since, Living together In Exeter bliss. Ivy’s joined you Along the way, She alwa...
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Precious presence moments

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Precious presence moments I can feel a light penetrating through The cracks in my consciousness, Illuminating me like soul-fuel. Observing them from within - The light-givers, torch-bearers, spirit-healers, I can feel the crackle as they stoke my fires of resilience. In our Power we hold a mirror up to the world  So that everyone may see their presence in us.  But do we hold it there for long enough? They say seeing is believing... So we must find that strength To shine and keep shining...without distraction... Through those self-same cracks, We reciprocate the light that's given to us to share, We stoke the fires in others, Feed the global healing, Until the all-consuming darkness is no longer in Power, The whole world over.  A Wensley  02.08.2025 Inspired by the guest speakers at HappyFest, Hideaway Camping last weekend 🔥
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Divine intervention

I'd like to share something else from the workshop I attended on Saturday with Jawbone, a stream of consciousness poem which came about through a warm-up exercise whereby Peter had a list of WORDS and dropped them one by one at random times over the course of a couple of minutes into the air for us to breathe in as we free wrote...this is exactly as it came into being on the day...Divine intervention? You decide ✨  Peter says start writing We're here at Othona together Women in a circle  A VOICE calls to me across the divide  It is divine - BELIEVE in this situation It will bring you joy in abundance The ENERGY with which the day has begun  So wild and free  embrace it in your consciousness For it is SACRED dear heart Embrace this day It has been given to you as the SUN Bright for you and burning hot Like your VITAL signs  It is a sign for the progression of your consciousness Your STORY comes in this chapter and Needs to be written here, Bless the ESSENCE ...
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Story stones and pebble poets

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A poem created during today's workshop with Jawbone at Othona in Dorset in celebration of finding friendship, inspired by HA Clark Author and Peter Roe: Story stones and pebble poets We speak, in verses, our truth Washing in and out with the emotional tide Cyclical stanzas of sorrow our synonyms susserate,  Bringing with them flotsam from past storms; Dirt-froth-bubbled-thoughts muddied by masculine memories. These brash waves tear at my heart-scars As my story stones are thrown up onto the beach. There is no order in chaos,  Though us poets seek to channel it, into good. I see you, An amber gem amongst the uniformity of life's grey pebble beach, By chance we were thrown of the same wave And washed up beside each other. We nestle in for the duration,  fighting the storm within. You are shining And I feel found. A Wensley 19.07.2025
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For Minehead Middle School

For Minehead Middle School There are flowers where the boy should be, passing through the gate, into his parents arms, should be, where the home time bell should be ringing, singing, where end-of-term elation should be. Instead, there's shocked silence where the families should be talking of Summer holidays,  should be, the sound of sirens peal...please bring him home to me, there is absence where the joy should be. A Wensley  18.07.2025
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A writers workshop in the golden hour, in Glastonbury

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A writers workshop in the golden hour, in Glastonbury I sit and write As the Abbey House glows,  Gilded by the evening sun. At first we sat beneath an ornate gold ceiling In a room graced by nobles past, We sat on once soft furnishings,  On fabrics frayed, upholstery sagging,  Simply by the act of years of sitting. Pausing, then, was a luxury, reserved only for the rich,  So I sit and ponder my place...         I am here,         Graced by golden light and your presence,         Deserving of time and space, simply to be. I walked in mindful abundance just now, Through pearls of light, dancing, Like sensory swathes of silk, soft light soothing, The sun setting along the arc of each grass-seed, igniting me, As nature reclaimed the ruins from me. I walked the line between gold past, gold present, and gold future, The pathway seemingly clearer now, As I realised -          I am here, ...
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For Ann Diment

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For Ann Diment We met as Zoomers on a screen, Part of Liv's online tribal shoal; A like-minded pair of Rainbow Fish  Swimming against the flow Of COVID-19. When I met you for real  After the lockdowns ended, in Yeovil, Your infectious aura cheered me on  As I took to the real mic for the first time, Unscreened emotion, literally. We met again as Hot Poets Sparks, A climate agenda, awareness-senders; Your creation was born of water and wellbeing, While mine was born of solar rays and renewed energy For poetry. Onward, onto the Quantocks we walked, Creating poetry of place,  In Coleridge's wake;  12 poets wandering,  Recording, performing, applauding, each other. You've been alongside me Ann, Every step of the way, In more ways than one! So before you move on I'd just like to say...Thank you! And now it is time For you to leave this land of Summer people As a poet among friends, A friend among poets, Our journey together will never end. A Wensley 9.07.2025 Pi...
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