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Things To Do Before I Turn 50

  (also known as my "TA-DA" list as opposed to a "to do" list) It was my 49th birthday a few days ago and this got me thinking. Any birthday that ends with a zero always feels a bit like milestone or a landmark and, when I hit the big "five-o" in 2022, I don't want huge parties or celebrations but I would like to have ticked a few things off my low-effort bucket list.   I see these things as a way to improve my mental and physical health, plus a few slightly off-the-wall experiences that would make for great memories.  Start running again and include the following: Lead a C25K group again  Participate in parkrun EVERY week where possible  < ongoing (now parkrun Run Director too) Visit local landmarks whilst running  Train for a long race - building up from 5k > 10k > 10 miles > half marathon, with a couple of longer trail races mixed in  Lose a lot bit of weight Post more on Instagram or give the blog a bit of a reboot < ongoing Look at

Poetry Corner

Today's post is from Louise, who blogs over at "Defective Tykewriter" (although the blog is collecting dust once again...).  Louise is a serial procastinator, sporadic writer and is sometimes published.  She offered me a selection of poems but I've decided to print all three.  Over to Louise...

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They say that the
Souls of dead sailors
Live On as porpoises

And as your bodies
In your watery grave

Maybe your soul
Was swimming

And the tears
That you cried
When the last lifeboat
Was lowered

Perhaps they fell
On the faces
Of those you loved

Last kisses of saltwater

And the screams
Of those left behind
Sound so like the gulls

Maybe your soul is flying


Rotting he lies
On gentle grass
Stomach distending
Skin black and bloated

Maggots and blowflies
Caress putrid flesh
His fluids staining
The hallowed ground

No burial for him
No discreet grave
Nor polite cremation
But bones gathered, and kept

No ashes to ashes
But corpse to bones
Scientific knowledge
Revealed like intestines

On the body farm
The dead are decaying
Pioneers of the forensic world

a.k.a. how to tell a four year old the dog died)

At peace - I said
Not in pain anymore
It's like being asleep
For a very
Long time.

The park was bleak
I was in tears
She was silent.

She's in a better place
I said
And she was very

(Older than Grandad)

And it's okay to be sad
I said
Death is a very sad thing
I said,
Wiping the tears away

She looked at me
I can't open my sweets
She said.