Hi 👋🏼 I’m Clay, thanks for stopping by. A little bit about me: I’m a training consultant and coach, as well as an indieblogger and podcaster. I love learning and thinking about things. I guess I’m a bit of a philosopher too. Read More

Clay Lowe

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cherry pants

My mind is fair to mild this morning I sense a storm forming thunder hides the conflict in my head lightening reveals her cherry red pants on my bed quietly she stands misunderstood a rebel between causes she pauses but does not stop to think why I could not die for the stars on her…

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on the edge of forever (2nd draft)

The world is closing in I cannot see the sky. Trapped like the wings of a butterfly between the fingers of little boys. The Shadow lingers waiting for me to falter, And like the panther in the wings, dark and sullen, ready to pounce and rip the bones from my flesh I question the darkness,…

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whispers

Fate whispers in my ear gentle and faint. She reminds me that I am mortal and must live each day full of passion and grace.

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breasts

Who’s breasts these are I think I know Her face I can’t remember though She will not see me looking down The top of her white-laced gown She’s telling me about the ballet And how her boss got sacked Tuesday I stare longer than intended I think she might be offended I try very hard…

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question no. 37

are we meant to suffer? P.S. In 1995 my unit was notified that we would be deploying to Bosnia. We were marched into the post theater to hear a presentation from our brigade commander. He used this video to set the tone for what he was about to say. That day remains forever etched…

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my birthday poem

This is in very rough shape as I just woke up and it rolled off my pen this morning, but I want to post it before the day runs away from me: Thirty-nine years ago I was without form and void In the darkness of my mother’s womb I could have been anyone But for…

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on meeting my muse

Green eyes burn fierce like a trash can on Fire Black hair falls short on slender shoulders Black dress mocks the night hides the mystery of subtle hips Black monster boots boosts height three inches taller Painted green dragon breathes fire on back Against skin like milk on a silk dress She fades into the…

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pure and good and right

It’s open mic poetry time again in Leamington Spa and I’m performing a few pieces.  So if you’re around this Sunday, 19 August, come on down to The Fox for a little pure and good and right.  The headlining poet is the one and only Spoz, Birmingham’s poet laureate. The show starts at 19.30 at…

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in the beginning was the Word

My words are freedom words. With words I set my Self free from forces unchecked festering in old wounds, stagnate in pools of my own bile fruit-less Words expand consciousness Words connect and disconnect subconscious With intellect The new science of words Words that change minds In the beginning was the Word and God said…

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behind enemy lines

My father child of war went off to the jungle came back a whore He brought back his broken body but behind enemy lines he left his mind And his soul too.  He must have seen something in the light we couldn’t see Because he’d turn out the lights and crunch ice in the dark…

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cornwall

I spent last week in Cornwall on part two of my summer holidays. I’ve wanted to visit Cornwall since I moved to the UK. 7 years later and I’m finally visiting what has been described as the English Riviera. Well on day one it was all English and no Riviera. It rained like crazy while…

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white sheets

My soul is trapped in your white sheets We talk of time and things dear your breast half-exposed untouched but dreadfully near The dawn beckons something new taunting, teasing, tempting me away from the comfort of your white sheets a thousand times I’ve turned away from your familiar touch grown cold a strand of hair…

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faith

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1 Faith is an invisible force which you cannot see or hear or touch or taste or smell Yet the essence of all we believe cannot exist without faith You have to have faith to believe the sun will…

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the schmooze award

I’ve been awarded the schmooze award by the lovely shinade. She writes a very heartfelt and inspirational blog that touches the mind as well as the soul. Thanks Jackie!

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what is the answer?

This is a post from beagle’s blog: Out of touch with Iraq Reality We just passed the 3,600 US military personel killed in Iraq mark. I can’t help but think of the children and other family members of those who have died in this war. Today president Bush said this (quoted from the New York…

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