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Sirens wax and wane
wailing monotonous tune
backing unique pain
~o~
©Jane Paterson Basil
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Sirens wax and wane
wailing monotonous tune
backing unique pain
~o~
©Jane Paterson Basil
Random musings on life, society, and politics.
The pros, the cons, the ups and downs of disentangling from the web of social media
In the heart of Portugal
My view, tho' somewhat askew...
My Mormon Transgender Second Life
Creating Connection
Alternative haven for the Daily Post's mourners!
Where writers gather
Existential Poetry and Short Stories
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
I feel the world and want to help heal the world.
Poems, poets, poetry, writing, poetry challenges
Give A Voice to the Voiceless
A Collection of Blogs Written By Men & Women In Prison
Visit the darkest crevices of my mind, dare to tread where many fear to go. You may find something interesting or you may find a mirror to your soul.
poetry, poems, stories, fiction, creative non fiction, essays, anger, angst, sometimes love,
Mental wanderings amongst stardust
I write to figure out what is left
An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Because we all are...
Observations from the loose nut behind the wheel.
Looking for people to share the written word
Channeling my thoughts about the world outside, and inside, into prose and poetry
”Writing is nothing more than a guided dream” -Jorge Luis Borges
Aroused by Arête, an eco-meditating logophile
Kickin' it behind the Eight ball
A painting a day, painting, drawing and discussions on art.
Reading + Writing = Devotion
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
The Secret of Change Is to Focus All of Your Energy, Not on Fighting the Old, But on Building the New - Socrates
Reflections... Past, Present, and Future
Exploring the spidery corners of a culture and the weird stuff that tourist brochures ignore.
Making it write 
Good one Jane……. yep sound the siren, my back’s in pain……
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Damn! I wish I could offer you one with a better tune…
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It’s ok, I’m lying down here listening to my music, and I’ll take a pain killer tonight. xxx
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I’m sending you a lullaby…
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Thank you Jane, Joan’s voice always captivated me, and her big dark eyes could melt an iceberg.
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She’s beautiful, inside and out.
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😊 💛💛😉
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Short and perhaps not so sweet x
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I used to have a fear of sirens – every time I heard one I was terrified that the big copper beech beside mum’s house had fallen on her. She moved house, but my fear continued until she died. Sirens – different victims, same sound. No way of knowing where they’re going.
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You’re so right, they always get to me and i say a quick prayer for the crew and the victim in the hopes that it will be of some comfort and help
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