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Cansa, you’d better watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!

Dear Friends,

 

To the heroes who walk among us

Who never complain, or make a fuss

Loss of hair, heads they shave

A dedication, I salute the brave

So if you’re feeling low, or had enough

Never give up, you’re made of stronger stuff

With a collective voice, FIND A CURE, be heard

Never give in, or ever give cancer the last word

 

A very good friend of mine is in remission having battled breast cancer: operation, chemo, radio.  Her hair is now growing back and is long enough for her to discard the head scarf (I’m not sure if she has burnt it just yet, I haven’t asked) but it’s just in time – as the hot, humid weather strikes our sunny (UK) shores.

She has remained positive throughout, despite the sickness, constant needles, drugs, blood tests, hair loss, etc. etc…

Having spent time on the chemo ward (during her treatment) I witnessed bravery, as the patients put their trust in medicine, following the path laid out before them.

The staff at the chemo unit are angels, every single one of them.

 

The human spirit is strong, the desire to survive even stronger.

Together, WE WILL beat cancer

Because we are not prepared to put up with it much longer

WE WILL find a cure

It’s just a matter or time, for that I’m sure!

I’ve been inspired to write the following rhyme (to be read as a rap)  – please pass it on to your friends and family hopefully it can help to further raise awareness. and remember –

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Cancer, watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!

We ain’t afraid to say ya name

Cansa

And certainly not hold our heads in shame

Cansa

§

Cos we’re one step ahead of ya

Better watch out cos we’re coming to get ya

§

We know how you start

A simple mark

A lump or a bump

Can take hold in a spark

§

You try to demean so very mean

We know ya wanna friend

But ya just so pretend

And we’re gunna rock ya

Take a trip to the docta

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

A friend a colleague a child or a spouse

All God’s animals including a mouse

Age, gender or race holds no bounds

Cos Cansa’s doing the rounds

§

Whether you’re a dancer

Whether you’re a chancer

Cansa’s without loyalty

Can even strike Royalty

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

Whatever Cansa send

Gunna fight to the bitter end

Treatment loss of hair

Others may stare

§

But you’re not gunna shake us

And certainly not break us

For one day be sure

A prevention or cure!

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

We know someone who’s tried

Someone who’s died

So gather your friends

Against whatever it sends

§

Cos it’d better watch out

As we scream and shout

For we’re so sure

We’ll find your cure!!!

Spoken from my heart

© SR Clarke X

 
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Posted by on August 2, 2014 in Poetry

 

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Cansa, you’d better watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!

Dear Friends,

 

To the heroes who walk among us

Who never complain, or make a fuss

Loss of hair, heads they shave

A dedication, I salute the brave

So if you’re feeling low, or had enough

Never give up, you’re made of stronger stuff

With a collective voice, FIND A CURE, be heard

Never give in, or ever give cancer the last word

 

A very good friend of mine is in remission having battled breast cancer: operation, chemo, radio.  Her hair is now growing back and is long enough for her to discard the head scarf (I’m not sure if she has burnt it just yet, I haven’t asked) but it’s just in time – as the hot, humid weather strikes our sunny (UK) shores.

She has remained positive throughout, despite the sickness, constant needles, drugs, blood tests, hair loss, etc. etc…

Having spent time on the chemo ward (during her treatment) I witnessed bravery, as the patients put their trust in medicine, following the path laid out before them.

The staff at the chemo unit are angels, every single one of them.

 

The human spirit is strong, the desire to survive even stronger.

Together, WE WILL beat cancer

Because we are not prepared to put up with it much longer

WE WILL find a cure

It’s just a matter or time, for that I’m sure!

I’ve been inspired to write the following rhyme (to be read as a rap)  – please pass it on to your friends and family hopefully it can help to further raise awareness. and remember –

cancer-research-ad_0

Cancer, watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!

We ain’t afraid to say ya name

Cansa

And certainly not hold our heads in shame

Cansa

§

Cos we’re one step ahead of ya

Better watch out cos we’re coming to get ya

§

We know how you start

A simple mark

A lump or a bump

Can take hold in a spark

§

You try to demean so very mean

We know ya wanna friend

But ya just so pretend

And we’re gunna rock ya

Take a trip to the docta

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

A friend a colleague a child or a spouse

All God’s animals including a mouse

Age, gender or race holds no bounds

Cos Cansa’s doing the rounds

§

Whether you’re a dancer

Whether you’re a chancer

Cansa’s without loyalty

Can even strike Royalty

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

Whatever Cansa send

Gunna fight to the bitter end

Treatment loss of hair

Others may stare

§

But you’re not gunna shake us

And certainly not break us

For one day be sure

A prevention or cure!

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

We know someone who’s tried

Someone who’s died

So gather your friends

Against whatever it sends

§

Cos it’d better watch out

As we scream and shout

For we’re so sure

We’ll find your cure!!!

Spoken from my heart

© SR Clarke X

 
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Posted by on June 16, 2014 in Poetry

 

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Cansa, you’d better watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!

Dear Friends,

A good friend left a message on the answer phone at work, “Ring me!” I did and after the usual chatter he blurted it out, “I’ve got cancer…I wanted to tell you before you heard it on the grapevine.”

Before I could open my mouth he said, “It’s inoperable, but I’m fine – I’m starting treatment tomorrow.” Well I spent the next ten minutes in a bit of a blur – empathising, sympathising – in shock. When he hung up I couldn’t believe what he’d told me and as I told another friend, I had to question myself; have I made a terrible mistake?

I remember one of our ‘lunches’. I’d not seen him for weeks, he’d been unwell after the chemo – not able to keep his food down, not taking visitors, and boy did he look thin. Of course I didn’t tell him that – instead I said a little white lie, “You’re looking well – how are you feeling? How’s the treatment going?” – I could picture the ward – the lovely caring nurses the bright colours, the sunlight – I’d spent an hour or so with him, during his previous treatment, as the drip flooded his system with chemicals to fight the cancer – but the side effects weakened him.

I remember smiling sweetly at the others on the ward – gripping their partner’s hands while the wonderful nurses replenished the clear bags of the wonder drug.  I wanted to say something, but instead I could only smile – they smiled back.

He arrived at the cafe, for lunch, with a new hat – he didn’t wear hats, but this one was quite stylish – covered his embarrassment; he quickly made excuses, hiding the truth – but we both knew…

He interrupted before I could ask, “And how are you, how’s work?” He said totally selfless, a shadow of his former self.

The waitress delivered a tray; two pints of our usual – ‘Peroni’. He snapped, quite out of character, “Can’t stand the taste anymore…Sorry mate, you’ll have to drink mine – can I have a coffee please…”

And that’s when I realised…

Sadly, I had to say goodbye to my buddy – as he lost his battle with stomach cancer. He was so brave, fought it to the bitter end – never made a fuss.

I’ve been inspired to write this rhyme (to be read as a rap)  – pass it on to your friends and family hopefully it may help to further raise awareness.  Remember;

cancer-research-ad_0

Cancer, watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!

We ain’t afraid to say ya name

Cansa

And certainly not hold our heads in shame

Cansa

§

Cos we’re one step ahead of ya

Better watch out cos we’re coming to get ya

§

We know how you start

A simple mark

A lump or a bump

Can take hold in a spark

§

You try to demean so very mean

We know ya wanna friend

But ya just so pretend

And we’re gunna rock ya

Take a trip to the docta

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

A friend a colleague a child or a spouse

All God’s animals including a mouse

Age, gender or race holds no bounds

Cos Cansa’s doing the rounds

§

Whether you’re a dancer

Whether you’re a chancer

Cansa’s without loyalty

Can even strike Royalty

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

Whatever Cansa send

Gunna fight to the bitter end

Treatment loss of hair

Others may stare

§

But you’re not gunna shake us

And certainly not break us

For one day be sure

A prevention or cure!

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

We know someone who’s tried

Someone who’s died

So gather your friends

Against whatever it sends

§

Cos it’d better watch out

As we scream and shout

For we’re so sure

We’ll find your cure!!!

Spoken from my heart

© SR Clarke X

 
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Posted by on September 4, 2013 in Poetry

 

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Neil’s eyes are drawn to the king-size bed, immaculately dressed with plumped up pillows and a frilly valance…

Friends,

I hope that you’re having the ride of your life..?  And if not why not join my fantastical roller coaster of a mid-life crisis?

Is it merely fantasy? Or real life..?  I’ll let you decide.

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Extracted, with pleasure, from Chapter 4 – It’s plenty big enough.

…“Matthew sleeps on the left,” she gestures like a theatrical actress, “…always has done.”

Neil’s eyes are drawn to the king-size bed, immaculately dressed with plumped up pillows and a frilly valance and Matthew’s personal belongings perfectly placed on the pine bedside-table: a ship-builder’s manual, glasses case and a red and white envelope torn apart with match tickets spilling out.  Each item carefully placed just like a shrine but the ejected, ransacked drawers tell a very different story…

Over the other side of the bed, ‘Fifty Shades’ in paperback, age-defying eye-cream, half a glass of water and a fallen bottle of ‘Diazepam’ with just a few pills remaining, scattered like little golf balls around her wedding ring.  Out of sight, in the ottoman at the bottom of bed, beneath discarded copies of fashion and home-style magazines, is evidence of a tantrum having taken place; torn up credit-card receipts, a clear plastic bag (the type you use in the airport) of Matthew’s personal effects handed to her at the police station along with his mobile phone – it survived the impact but not Annabelle’s inquisition, now smashed up like a jigsaw puzzle into a million pieces…

Faithful is available for download on Amazon Kindle, dig deep into my blog for some very good reviews and why not purchase a copy for yourself?  It’s enlightening and entertaining.

Fidelity, my second adventure in the series, will be coming soon!

‘Lifetime Rhyme’ my book of poetic verse and rhyme – full of inspirational poetry – is available soon.

Steve X

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Posted by on August 4, 2013 in Faithful extract

 

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A Faithful review – ‘Compelling and well written humorous short story about mid life crisis’

Many thanks Lucie, for providing such a great review on Amazon! I’m so thrilled that you enjoyed the Faithful experience.

Faithful is the first in the series of a ‘Mid-life crisis’ and as you can see, in more detail below, Lucie has said, ‘Faithful was entertaining and fun to read. The characters in the story are engaging, clever and funny. I like and highly recommend this book. I look forward to the sequel.”

I guarantee you’ll be hooked!

Fidelity, the second book in the series – delving deeper into Steve Clarke’s’ past, is due for release soon.

Steve X

p.s The image below is Matthew Faithful and Liz (not his wife…)  They, along with other colourful characters, feature in my first Faithful fantasy.

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Posted by on July 20, 2013 in Reviews

 

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Sensually gesturing me into the squeaky tight gap with her flirtatious enunciation

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Do you know men who are having a mid-life crisis? Maybe you are yourself?

Is he living a life of fantasy? Is he really staying late to finish a report? Do you really know his secretary? How do they behave at the Christmas party – is this too familiar?

Extracted, with pleasure, from Chapter 2: Vigorous vibrations.

As I exhale a perfect smoke ring, it’s attracted, like a powerful magnet, towards number sixty-nine with curtains drawn and radiating such pure desolation. The picture postcard property appears well maintained, but is looking so forlorn; emanating such deep sorrow with its red roof tiles frowning and yellow bricks and mortar presenting an upturned smile. Pretty ‘Rose Cottage’ seems unloved and unkempt, with the contents of a fallen wheelie bin: plastic bottles and discarded envelopes scattered across the drive.  The uncut lawn is full of daisies and dandelions swaying in the gentle breeze while unclaimed cartons of semi-skimmed milk and fruit juice are souring beside the porch in the fresh morning sun.

As I pull up alongside a potential parking space, opposite number sixty nine, Rebecca my feisty red-headed parking assistant takes over, sensually gesturing me into the squeaky tight gap with her flirtatious enunciation.  I’m filled with desire, watching her in my rear view mirror, as she sprawls out across the back seat – bleep! That’s close enough and with a sharp tug on my handbrake, I re-check the precision timepiece prised, with such skill, into the walnut-veneer – Fifteen minutes to nine – It’s too early! I know from bitter experience not to rush clients: ruffled hair, sleepy dust and bad breath can be so unpleasant…

Faithful is available for download on Amazon Kindle, dig deep into my blog for some very good reviews and why not purchase a copy for yourself?  It’s enlightening and entertaining.

Fidelity, my second adventure in the series, will be coming soon!

Steve X

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Posted by on June 19, 2013 in Faithful extract

 

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Sweet honey blonde, with lips like plums – ripe for the picking…

Do you know men who fantasise? Maybe you fantasise yourself? Maybe like me, you’re suffering from a mid-life crisis?

Or do you suspect a fantasist? Is he really staying late to finish a report? Do you really know his secretary that well? How do they behave at the Christmas part – too familiar maybe or is it just the drink talking?

Do you, all to often, dismiss the excuses…?

Extracted, with pleasure, from Chapter 3 – My first glimpse of Annabelle.

Suddenly, the front door opens, just a crack, but releasing gallons of emotions, torrents of tears and pent up frustration, gushing out over the lawn and smacking me around the face with a soul-stirring tsunami.

As I wipe the Faithful family’s sorrow from my eyes, I catch my first glimpse of Annabelle – not the black widow I was expecting, but a vision of loveliness wrapped up, like a fancy gift, in a sheer summer dress. Her dignity saved by a bold print of large crimson-yellow sunflowers, strategically placed over the cotton garment, creased like crepe paper, hugging her mid-term bump and stretched over her enhanced double dee breasts. Her sweet honey blonde, flowing naturally over slender shoulders, with lips like plums – ripe for the picking and the sweet enticing scent of ‘Euphoria’ brought to me by the hazy heat wave…

Faithful is available for download on Amazon Kindle, dig into my blog for some very good reviews. Why not purchase a copy for yourself it’s enlightening and entertaining.

Fidelity, my second adventure in the series, will be coming soon!

Steve X

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Posted by on June 5, 2013 in Faithful extract

 

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A few words – often so hard to say…

A few words – often so hard to say…

I was thinking about how fast life passes us by – maybe it’s my age? – but it really does. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in the mundane: going to work, getting the kids off to school, shopping etc etc. And not to stop and say as few important words…

Hi, Hello, single words – so easily roll off the tongue.

Thank you; one word or two? Make no sense unless joined together and should be so easy to say?

We take each other for granted: dinner on the table, dirty washing returned washed, ironed and folded back in the drawer. A hard day at work, money in the bank – the mortgage paid!

Saying thank you is a bit like saying sorry; another word that all too often gets stuck in the throat…”No! they should say sorry first!”… maybe sorry and stubborn should go together like thank-you?

I love you…Now we’re moving on to three words! Again neither word makes any sense on its own, or indeed as a pair. They need to roll off the tongue I-love-you, but sadly they rarely do.

Everyday we should remember to smile and say. “Thank you (for all you do) Sorry (If I’ve upset you) and most importantly I really do love you!”

Steve X

Chapter 1

 
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Posted by on June 3, 2013 in Thoughts

 

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I gaze lustfully at my sexy reversing assistant, in her scarlet lingerie, still sprawled out over the back seat.

Welcome back fellow readers, authors and fantasists, are you enjoying the ride of your life; on my roller coaster of a mid-life crisis?

How many men to you know who fantasise? Do you? Or do you suspect someone who does? Is your / his secretary really a blonde-bombshell, coming on to you / him at every opportunity, or is she really just suffering from a similar mid-life crisis? Certainly not flashing her cleavage or sticking her arse out when picking up something from the floor? It’s probably be just your imagination or is it..?

Extracted, with pleasure, from Chapter 2 – Vigorous vibrations

As I rehearse my introduction, tightening my tie in the rear view mirror, taking in deep breaths of Olga’s honey and vanilla fragrance and convincing what’s left of the greying hair to cover my rapidly receding hairline, I gaze lustfully at my sexy reversing assistant, in her scarlet lingerie, still sprawled out over the back seat. “Now now girls!” I intervene reprimanding Rebecca as she gives Olga a one-fingered salute.

“Sorry to hear… How you coping?” No, that’s too personal.

Guilty dulcet tones accompany a vigorous vibration from between my legs. Aw, Shirl, aw…I leave her lingering for a moment, captured on my smartphone, the photograph taken at our last Christmas party: ash-blonde highlighted with silly string, hair draped with exploded party poppers and such piercing blue eyes. She’s my rock, my terrier against telephone time wasters. “Shirley, what am I going to say?”…

Faithful is available for download on Amazon Kindle, dig deep into my blog for some very good reviews. Why not purchase a copy for yourself it’s enlightening and entertaining.

Fidelity, the second adventure in the series, will be coming soon!

Steve X

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Posted by on June 3, 2013 in Faithful extract

 

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The roots of our precious family tree begins with the love of two hearts beating as one.

Compelled to write…

The roots of our precious family tree begins with the love of two hearts beating as one:

Soul mates come together, forming a union of two.

Through a faithful union, commitment and blessing they welcome a wondrous new life – making three.

The laying of foundations strengthens the bond; the introduction of close friendships making four, five or maybe a few more.

Hold on tight to what’s so precious; as external influence, if allowed, can bring pressure to bear on our relationships.

For it’s too easy to allow misunderstandings and unspoken words to burden unrest.

Sadly bitterness and envy can destroy the strongest love within our souls.

Emotional barriers must be broken down to ensure that we regain togetherness, unanimously searching for one common goal.

Through strength of character and determination, the future remains bright, as without true love and perseverance, in this throw away society, the outcome can so easily be a very different story.

Steve Clarke

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Posted by on May 27, 2013 in Poetry

 

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