Snuggle

You can tell me as much
Or as little
You can lead to open questions
Or hope for my enquiry

You can talk all open hours
Or scour my conversation
There is no place reservation
Or reserved; all signs say enter

This community is for caring
This community is for sharing
Yes I could hear you so often
Would that I would soften

Or come along with sympathy
Smile long for the journey
Into fresh winds
Under blue skies

Washed with sun & fallen rain
No stains or left luggage
The snug is open
Just to snuggle

Double up on reason
The season free from struggle
As just metaphysically
Metaphorically begun





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Two Folds

We've all had insecurity
Found wanting - unsure

Over silly things; lost keys
Forgotten papers, silly things

Over pretty things; fair hair
Swayed hips, pretty things

Over pretty silly things; arguments
Misunderstandings, pretty silly things

We've all tasted insecurity
Unwanted - the dry mouth

Over bigger things; myself
Yourself, ourselves, bigger things

Over barmy things; exasperation
Doubt, despair, bloody barmy things

Over bloody barmy bigger things; love
Love, bloody barmy bigger things called love

We've all shared loves insecurity - silly, really?
Unexplored immunity two up

Two folds
Untold communities



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Others Screw

Fortune Green
It seems have identified a numbered plot
For why or whatever
How so far away from farmers fields
Or fallen leaves
Or voices, others truth to deceive

Relief unseen
It seems simply for your memory
Or why or whatever
How now today in Freedom Fields
Call on grief
Or choices, others screw to receive





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Traps

So in the moment
There in happiness
The wondrous happiness
There so certain in the moment
The certainty that makes me cry

We talked of peak experiences
Of deep explored emotions
Trips of uncertainty
With a sense of surety
Only in the kindness we would find

There may not be the words
Indeed there may be no need for words
Silence, paused in confidence
Held right there
In the hold on happiness

The traps are past memories
Cast dearly with diligence

Today they are insignificant
Imminent danger is so clearly
Fear spent; sent so far away

We stay instead
With words softly read
Across the double bed
Inlaid in lead
With transference
& culpable conversation





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Fades to nothing, or eternity

My eyes dance about
Dance behind my eyelids
I have just awoke
From a late afternoon
Power nap
Fell asleep to my own voice

Reading the words
Of Mew & Eliot
& Owen & Thomas
Of farmers & soldiers
& intellectuals
And death

Poets
Why do they
Write their poetry
Surely not
That a century later

We would
Dissect their words
In such a shabby
Crabby way

Or for the sake

Of some
Leftist leaning
Lesbian

Learning
Without a tear
Or cheer
In sight or sound

Maybe though
That is it exactly why
Their eternity is
Tirelessly sought





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Beside her past is more

Out in the country
Distant houses
Cared for families
Shared with cost cut
Health authorities
Carers wear their hearts
Upon their sleeves
Or hide under stairways
& stare beyond
The endless sleep

Without maps or categories
They fall beside the wayside
Blindside to the right side
The right wrong
Way to carry on
From here to eternity
The pills & the potions
The calamine lotion

& intravenous injections
Introspection a line too far
She came by car
And tomorrow no fear
She will be here, unclear
For tomorrow
She will be here again

Wait for further information
In case of changed direction
The connection to the ministry
Only just got through
Rate your chances
At best subliminal
To become the
Criminal justice advisor

Besides her past is more
Reflection on the collection
Of the care she's shown
On the collection
Of the care she's known



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In such a shabby, crabby way
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Open Words

The light is on
I want no more darkness

The music plays
I stray from ambient sounds

The ringing won’t leave my head
I tread quietly for a sense of silence

The wave, the wave ebbs again
I regain the still water

The storm clouds gather over the hills
I chill out for fair weather

The sinking sands are shifting
I drift for lighter landings

The newsprint scatters on the street
I repeat the words of wisdom

The spiritual civic leaders are bare and broken
My token words are here; summarily spoken

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Path

Filling spaces
Leaving traces
Leave a path behind

In case someone kind
Some refined soul
Wants to rock and roll

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Too many times of parting

Void, devoid of direction
Not even a misconception
Vacuous universes galore

Lay in that churchyard there
Summer Sunday afternoon
Heartache, charting scores

Starting over
Again restarting
All spent; to spend yet more

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Zoo Zombie

Just avoid the hurt
Pain held at bay
A zombie for a day
Days & nights to flirt

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Hollow Score

All that went before
Is gone
Gone before

Creation crept along
Slipped the sand
From beneath the core

Chapel and church
All that went before
Is gone before

Familiarity swept along
A carpet ride
Over an hollow floor

Mother and Father
All that went before
Gone; is gone before

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Gliding

Swell
Over golden pond
Into the mist covered mountains
Footprints finding sanctuary

Almost colliding over water
Gulls wings, open and striding
Slip sliding away
As golden waves ebb and flow

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Cosmos

A thousand million
Sparkling tinkling
Waltzing spirits

A never ending chorus
Of pebbles and waves

The zephyr’s blow
Over the Dolomites
Travel with softness

Glide with certainty, my
Migration has also begun

Freshwater havens
Islands of great lakes
Our futures forsaken

Cotton wool clouds
Around sky blue skies

Surrounded by silver tints
Above, a thousand million
Maybe a billion

Sparkling tinkling
Star bright illuminations

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Alone is not enough

White board
Wipe away
Move on
Gone

You travel
Across deep synapses
Erase
Erasure

To lose
The loss of saviour
Quarantine
Quarantine or delete

Loosen the links
Disturb the linkages
Open wounds; seal
Slowly heal

Turn to
Find a sense
Find a purpose
To be is not alone enough

Buy some time
Rebuild
Past memories
Work out the why

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Lava Java

All what was once forgotten
Used for fuel, to fan the flames
Fortuitous, furniture framed
Ladles of molten metal
Burning streams of lava

All that was once forgotten
Tears apart the troubled mind
Fanciful sweet cure memories
Rose tinted bespectacled
Freckles, trapped in past remains

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Eon Ion

Engaged inside empty space
Place, a face without a trace

Nearby to nothingness
Not anything, anything but nothing

Mesmerised, an unusual surmise
Surreal I realise, inside nothing

Orb, shelter from the storm, look back
Looking glass, flecks of imperfect persona

Cutting words, my best friend, descend
Extend the contradiction with diction

Cruel tongues, empty hopeless souls
Mindful to remind, of a rise before a fall

Decorous medals of honour
Upon her brazened tourniquet

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Root Slip

Rootless
Reason for grounding
Faithless
Searching and sounding

Doubtless
Nothing to doubt
Careless
Her slip without

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Crescent Moon

I don’t know when I lost you
When I lost myself

Beneath the full lit skies
Bathed by clear night scars

I don’t know when you lost me
When we lost ourselves




I post this for those of you still lost
for only yesterday
I appear to have found myself



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Je t’aime

There were good times
Excited by expectation
Tilt at the thrill of the chase
Slick and grace
Race for the silk, and for the lace

Then there were better times
Desirous and deliverance
Spilt over the taste
Lose the pace
Dare to mention, misplace

There was exultation
Screamed out loud sensation
Christ don't stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Love’s sounds of lust
Throb of lead guitar, strum of double bass



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