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Well, I’m back to ‘Blogland’ following a rather gruesome bout of bodily and mind lunacy. It was unpleasant at the time, but fascinating thereafter. Still, I came out the other side OK this ...

https://mikesteeden.wordpress.com/2024/10/06/nothing-is-impossible/

Annoying as it is, it appears that my long going illness has jumped a few fences and made it worse. Because of that I’ll not be around for a week or two. I’ll miss you all. Regards, Mike   ...

https://mikesteeden.wordpress.com/2024/09/24/a-long-time-ago/

A strange poem based upon a worn out man, a friend as it happens, whogave up living. For the record, I know he wouldn’t mind me penning this simply because he wanted to leave something, anythin...

https://mikesteeden.wordpress.com/2024/09/05/so-what/

A long, long time ago, when the very centre of Old London Town had more sweet sparrows than possessive pigeons, less romantic daydreamers, ignored penniless streetwalkers, and, for the sake of me...

https://mikesteeden.wordpress.com/2024/08/15/neithere-black-nor-white/

Surreal artwork by Michael Chevel and nothing to do with the poem below~You came with a bibleYou came with a gunYou came with a smileAnd killed everyoneYou came for a reasonYou had ‘work’ to ...

https://mikesteeden.wordpress.com/2024/04/11/breaking-hearts-for-pleasure/

Herewith the work of my son, George Blamey-Steeden. I asked him to put something together in regard to my new book, ‘ONCE A SOLDIER, NOW A GHOST’. The net result, a Vineo video along with a b...

https://mikesteeden.wordpress.com/2024/03/28/once-a-soldier-now-a-ghost-a-short-video/

As ever, when a new book is finally done and dusted there comes a mysterious emotion seeking a home in my grey matter. I’ve never be able to put my finger on what it is. Have I lost a friend, o...

https://mikesteeden.wordpress.com/2024/03/10/once-a-soldier-now-a-ghost/

Eternally ‘alive’ in a particle of time, be they the ripe and the rotten; the virtuous and the nefarious; the tramp sleeping rough under railway arches; the forgotten harlot without a worthy ...

https://mikesteeden.wordpress.com/2024/02/28/the-particle-of-time-hotel/

The little one’s smile has been kidnappedhe has no expression nowThe Drone took out his familyhis homestead and his father’s ploughYet one day when the scars of fearheal they’ll be replaced...

https://mikesteeden.wordpress.com/2024/02/18/drone-of-plunder-drone-of-might/

A single blue rose? She thought such a thing unattainable, but here it is. Presently it sits comfortably upon the creaky old table…the scullery table…close by the usual washed pile of laundry...

https://mikesteeden.wordpress.com/2024/01/28/a-single-blue-rose/