What I really want

WHAT I REALLY WANT

I don't want you to give me flowers
fly through ether or leap the balcony.
No Adonis pecs or sexual prowess
will impress or endear you to me -
Woo with prosaic words, rehashed poetry
leaves me cold. When you lure me to your bed
don't screw me; talk and know me. Seek connection
with my mind not just between my legs.
Open the core of your being until
we embrace like sea and shore. Never still
sharing present, future, past, ever more.

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Grandmas Story

Grandma was born into a Catholic French family in 1870. She was christened Rose Louise. Her family were poor and already had nine children. When the Sisters from a nearby convent offered to take the child, her family were greatly relieved.

Death of My Father

I identify with Lawrence who declared in Sons and Lovers, 'I loved my Mother as a man loves a woman.' This to me was not an incestuous love but a deep need for approval. A closeness that excluded all others. Such was my love for my Father.

Gomez

7:30 beep beep beep beep. This is where it all starts, our trip to "Gomez", the best modern band since the Beatles, and believe me I have extremely high standards when it comes to music, so this is a great compliment.

Babies and Holidays

BABIES AND HOLIDAYS

We were able to take a holiday most years as Dad paid me to look after the shop for a fortnight while they took their annual holiday.

A Fearful Teacher

"One person I remember from my schooldays is ..."

Old Ma Parsons. To her face she was "Miss Parsons" but in the playground and the street she was "Old Ma Parsons."

Of course all teachers were old but she was older than most. There were grey streaks in her black hair and she had a moustache. I can still visualise the brown wrinkly face emerging from her dark grey knitted suit. Her eyes were black and hard like currants and she never missed anything.

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Novels

So hard to forget.

CHAPTER 1 JEAN CURRIE

His bantering tone changed. "The Old Lass said he was in hospital. You'll let me know how he is?" And then as if he couldn't stay serious for long, he grinned. "Of all the girls I've chatted up in all the countries I've marched through, that's the first time I've had that brush off. I'm going to see Dad!" Read more ...

Touch Pitch

Alan Furbeck paused by the river to admire the blue, white and red sails fluttering, dipping and tacking like giant butterflies. He had belonged to a sailing club once, still remembered the thrill and the spills. He hadn't carried any extra weight then, now he needed care to prevent his muscular frame from laying down fat.

Poetry

Spring Bank Holiday

SPRING BANK HOLIDAY

Another holiday. No plans.
Shops open, banks closed
card takes care.
Sit and wonder where
the years have gone.
Did it always rain?
There was one hot Monday
we walked along the prom
above a golden beach. The children are away
of course, a holiday.
How many more days to wait in dry dock?
Memories dance elusive. Dandelion clocks
crushed by the tread of time.
Seeded for today.

What I really want

WHAT I REALLY WANT

I don't want you to give me flowers
fly through ether or leap the balcony.
No Adonis pecs or sexual prowess
will impress or endear you to me -

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Karaoke Kids

KARAOKE KIDS
Knights & Babes
Wham, Bam, Biff!
They’ve read all the comics
Seen the big guys on the screen Read more ...

The Word

THE WORD
In the beginning was the word,
and the word was God! But now, Read more ...

Ode To My Roof

Always a shelter to cushion my dreams,

has happily been my lot.

What a fortunate soul,

am I, am I.

Organisation

Joan Mary Fulford
Fulord Consulting Ltd
West Bridgford
Nottingham NG2 5GF

CONTACT

Clifford W Fulford
162 Edward Road
West Bridgford
Nottingham, NG2 5GF

Send e-mail clifford@fulford.net
Telephone: 07923 572 8612