Bottle of Woodford

Gold cherry

By Parson Thru

Sat, 25 Apr 2020
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We sit here watching crap television
Like we sat there drinking beer in shit pubs
For all of those years
And I wonder what the fuck I’m doing back here

Then it’s kind of understood

It’s where you start makes you what you are
And it’s what you are that drags you back

There’s something about a bottle of Woodford

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Submitted by onemorething on

It’s where you start makes you what you are
And it’s what you are that drags you back

These are hefty lines, I felt them.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you, onemorething. x

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Submitted by Ewan on

not how you start, it's if you finish.

I liked this one.

Author Page at the 'Zon
 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Also true, Ewan. Or where. Or how.

Cheers, mate.

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Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you for the healthy breakfast. X

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Submitted by Ed Crane on

two great lines at the end Kav. (before the beer of course :))

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Ha! Cheers Ed.

Just a random ending.

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Submitted by Parson Thru on

Blimey! Thank you!

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Submitted by littleditty on

No ifs no buts...There IS something about a bottle of Woodford. Good poem provoked discussion here!

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you, littleditty. We were introduced to it in a bar in Austin, so it retains a taste of somewhere else.

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Submitted by drew_gummerson on

But the past is another country.... love the poem. 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you, Drew. The future, too. ¡Ojalá!

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Submitted by poetjude on

Love this...so true.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thanks, poetjude. Makes me happy!

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Submitted by Ed Crane on

Even better!

Lekker. (As they say around here)

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

I guess so, Ed. Don't ask why I dispensed with the possessive. I was too busy dispensing the bourbon. :)

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Submitted by Parson Thru on

SA?

I can never place you.

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Submitted by Ed Crane on

I live in Flemish Belgium. I've been here for a million years (well it seems like it sometimes) I write poems about the place on here sometimes, but I'm a Brit. I worked here for many years before I retired early (ish) and spent a lot of time in the Canary Islands with friends. Unfortunately due to health (and of course health insurance) issues I had to come back here for treatment. Same issues made it difficult to return to the UK (If I even wanted to) because of the regular check ups I needed. Finished now, but I have little desire to pack up and leave for post Brexit Blightly plus upping sticks at my age seems a bit overwhelming. 

Cheers.

(It's always good to read your work even though I do miss a lot of it)

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

(First of all, I really appreciate that. Thank you. You inspire me through our chats, and, boy, do I need inspiration just now. My belief in humanity is on external life support.)

I remember now. My apologies. I Googled Lekker and found the South Africa reference. I get the sense you have wonderful memories of Las Palmas. I became the migratory kind far too late in life, having been formed in a bad place, then carried the baggage for too long. All credit to N and good friends for peeling my fingers from the railings. And now this double helping of fate. Well, in the somewhat banal language of a former boss: we are where we are. But that doesn't have to be where we stay. I hope things hold steady or improve for you Ed. The universe is in constant flux. We just need to hold on and know who we are.

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