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July 4, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: All This Trouble In The World
Adolf Hitler just wanted to be a painter – someone should have given him an exhibition. Take a chance! Charles Manson wanted to make records – why do you think he befriended the one Beach Boy that could surf? he wanted to soak up the sound… he wrote some songs. certainly managed to get plenty of […]Archive
July 2, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Hello there! My name is Kyle and I’m a blog writer.
Hello there! My name is Kyle and I’m a blog writer. I am interested in contributing guest posts to offthetracks.co.nz. I have been working with various clients and it helped me improve my writing skills greatly! Here are some examples of my most recent guest posts: https://www.newszii.com/articles/top-bookcase-lighting https://www.justwebworld.com/creative-ways-to-use-led-strip-light/ https://www.techinexpert.com/2019/04/26/brilliant-lighting-ideas-for-your-home-library/ http://www.3u.com/tutorial/articles/8964/tips-for-shooting-amazing-videos-with-your-iphone-x I can send more of different […]Archive
June 30, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Zero/Some Game
holding on to nothing for far too long, is practicing your weakness in an effort to become strong.Archive
June 29, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Pink Floyd Tapes
12 and 13 and 14 years old and listening to Pink Floyd tapes. Roger Waters’ first two solo albums too. But it was the Floyd stuff that meant the most to me. Had me copying out the lyrics on an old typewriter. (Doing it the old-fashioned way). pause/rewind/play/ pause/rewind/play/ pause/rewind/play/ Syd Barrett’s solo material next. […]Archive
June 26, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: If Only You Could Apply Yourself
We’re not taking anyone new, there’s nothing here for you. You need to have experience, there’s nothing here for you. Oh, we see on second viewing you do have experience – sadly there’s nothing here for you. Someone like you could be a real asset actually – such a pity… there’s nothing here for you. Come in […]Archive
June 24, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: On Reading. And Writing.
Reading Charles Bukowski and Stephen King, that was the thing. Those were the guys. And yet I hardly ever think of them now. Certainly don’t read them. It’s not that I hate their words or worlds or works, I’ve just moved on. That’s what is supposed to happen. That’s what you’re supposed to do. I’m looking – without actively looking – for the next thing to get hooked on, to find and […]Archive
June 22, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Old Friends/New Friends Came For Tea
Old friends, and new friends came for tea. A lovely meal that Katy cooked. Lots of wine and happy laughs, and talking craft beer and wine and song and one of the new friends wanted to know how to medicate gout – and that’s a specialist topic of mine (and in the wheelhouse of middle-aged dinner party chat topics). And then the war-stories of how some of us met, and I was […]Archive
June 18, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Histerical
He probably didn’t really mean it – so don’t demean him, don’t be mean to him – he has a job that matters. His life, career – his wife (if she’s still speaking to him) will all be in tatters Which is so unfair. One slip in a life of doing good, of earning a lot – of working so hard, (sometimes hardly working he got […]Archive
June 16, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Nana Pam
[1931 – 2019] I knew Nana Pam my whole life. But I really got to know her the time she threw my cousin Ritchie out of his house. He was about four or five. And he told her he hated everyone and wanted to run away. Nana Pam didn’t believe in bluffs. So she packed enough stuff […]Archive
June 12, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Ode
you are the kindest person i know your mind is sharp your heart is big you understand me better than i’ll ever know. you make me proud every day just to think of you your spirit the guide for our family […]Archive
June 10, 2019 by Simon Sweetman