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SPRING COMETH ?

Spring is the traditional time for renovating, repairing and decorating both around the house and the garden. We have a large and growing range of titles on decorating, DIY design as well as gardens and gardening.So if you are planning a major project or just looking for some new ideas and inspiration, browse our Decorating DIY or Gardening Sections

So it happened
You slipped
Somewhere in Shanghai
I failed to touch down
Too casual in formation
Too burdened with expectation

So it happened
You turned
Along the path to Pu Dong
I couldn’t walk with you
It was just such an impasse
Was I supposed to cry or laugh?

At night, as darkness closes in here
And dawn breaks there
I wonder whether I should have just gone
Thrown in the cards here
And drawn anew there
The justification was the slenderest hope;
The beating heart within the breast
Rather than the ions of the mind.
It was like the fire without the wood
The air without the oxygen
The head without the heart

So when I ask myself if I’m normal
Or if I let myself down
And let you down
I realise that I was only deceiving myself
With fanciful thoughts
Running through my head
Like so often before
And my heart takes over
My tortured head.

There’s still a chance -
Always a chance
Percentages never cared for.
But I always know
You’ll remember me
Be my friend
But in the end
I really wanted to see
Whether we had a hope
Of being something more
First hand

Mark Roddison

www.markroddison.moonfruit.com.

The Internet inquistitor moves and removes his many masks
The information age in the palm of his hand.
His disguises are multitudinal and three dimensional
Morphing in and out
Bits and bites
Slights of hand and tilt of head
He studies and manipulates
Preys on our pleasures and our fears.
G. Rainey

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow -
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand -
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
Oh! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
Oh! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Alan Poe

STEAM, RAIL & MODEL RAILWAYS

To all enthusiasts and modellers of steam and rail transport; we have an extensive steam and rail catalogue of books, new second hand and out of print titles.Including British and Overseas Railways; Steam Locomotives,Trams and Buses; Historical and Modern Railways.as well as rail based travel and fiction. Browse our Steam and Rail Transport Section.
If you don’t see the title you want you can add it to our “Wants” list or contact us by e-mail ,
At books@sharstonbooks.com or ‘phone us on 0161 945 8604 and we will do our best to find you a copy.

JEFFERY FARNOL NOVELS

We have a good selection of Farnol novels,published by Sampson Low,in pictorial dust jackets,many are first editions.eg.
The Money Moon,
This is a romance by farnol. This is not a first and there is no date as with most of these titles. the edges of dw are slightly frayed otherwise good.
A Pageant of Victory
This story opens in Virginia in 1774, at the moment when King george's treatment of the american colonies...This is not a first there is no publication date as with many of the books. Condition good dustwrap good some frays and tiny taers around the edges.

Thou,
Boy who must remain nameless,
But not nameless to me
Impacting upon my thoughts,
Shelling this resolve

My own problems seem pale
Against such young darkness
And the frail light of gathering dusk bleeds from your eyes
You look at me with such needful sockets
Behind a gathering storm
In three years’ time.

Mark Roddison

Take delivery of your life
Sign for your desires
And thank those that come bearing such gifts
But do not sit idly content
For you are a gift to others
Send yourself

Mark Roddison