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Moganshan 50 Shanghai (M50)

I had a dream-like three weeks in shanghai earlier this year. I want to introduce you to m50; the contemperary art district.

Shanghai itself is a bit of an enigma, it’s China of course; but also very much it’s own place. The history is fascinating and provides background perspective on the modern day relationship between east and west. Shanghai also has it’s own dialect and other Chinese people may consider the Shanghainese as overly proud.

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Poetry

Tower Bridge

Stately stone towers,
Stand over the Thames river,
Watching years go bye.

An iconic sight,
That sighs when misguided types,
Say “it’s London Bridge”.

Remember ’Tower’;
London’s majestic lady,
And favourite Bridge.

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Tokyo rail

Clean, shiny steel and birdsong soft and sweet. A place full of people, some fast asleep, where could I be?

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Our local friend Ben

he watches over,
river and square,  famous by
name,  a must see sight

announcing the hour,
and posing for photographs,
have you heard of Ben?

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A coastal harbour town in Scotland


Fishing boats in wait,
Metal clangs, a seagull calls,
But otherwise still,

Fishermen resting
In cottages, a respite,
From the cold hard seas,

Wire mesh, wooden slats,
Lobster pots piled by the side,
Waiting for their bait,

A visitor walks,
Taking photos, fingers numb,
Scotland’s winter coast

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Autumn is here

Autumn is one of my favourite seasons of the year. After the (sometimes) hot summer days I enjoy a return to crisp fresh air. The parks can be particularly beautiful. Many of the trees turn from green to yellow and brown; and countless other shades.

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Scotland’s mountains – an ode to Sir Hugh Monroe (writing 201 day 5)

Outdoor walking, early morning, hills loom above; a tidal wave of green,
Damp socks and wet boots waiting, silence but for the trickling of a stream,
Wild mountainous terrain; sometimes rolling, often rocky, by chance is it a dream?

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A prose poem about skin (writing 201 day 3)

Magazines lie like dictators cries, beauty brands try to sell fake style. Naturally soft and smooth only when new, but like all forms decays over time. Popped pimples, rubbed rashes, cuts and scratches, laughter lines and frowning signs, these may all come over time. The book cover of our lives. A living journal. A unique story; where true beauty lies. Superficial values and photoshop aside, look closely to see the real me. When the inside is healthy, the outside will shine. Eat natural, drink water, love yourself, and a warm glow will arise. Mirror mirror on the wall, am I not beautiful? as are you all.

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An acrostic Christmas (writing 201 day 2)

Prompt: Christmas
Device: Acrostic

Poem 1 – Christmas

Christmas tree, standing free
Oh so bright twinkling like starlight
Sitting underneath with wrapping so neat
Your gift and my gift, waiting patiently

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Feelings of love lost

Last night I had a dream about a girl I loved. Let’s call her L.

I don’t remember the details of the dream, only that I saw her; and we were together, at least for a short spell.