Speak

Blue cardigan
Self knit blue cardigan
Wants now of friendship
Wants no more of love

Stopped
On the studios stone stairway steps

I pull you towards me
Yet your faraway smile
Carries the unhappy light
Of certain disengagement

Speak
Of the surprises that silence supposes

I push you away
My immature mind
Finds the complicated
Too odd for contemplation

Slipped
Sidelined it seems, steered from sojourn

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Goddam Those Good Time Friday Afternoons

Far and away from the hubble bubble

Distanced from the rubble of deserted rooms

Stir up the sunshine, unsettle the haze

Days that hover towards a lovers moon

Search out the twin propellors

Warm up the Plymouth gin

The sinful approach that  leads to a thin line

Of lost hope and mothers ruined

Flow under the skin

Injustices that feign to begin

Relentless within to stain times past

With times present acidic rain

Let the heron take the fish from the pond

Sing your song as he feasts

On your well stocked stock, he is not mocking you

Shocking that you should think such a libellous thing

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Stuff & How to Get Shut of it

First you have to have been married and divorced twice, or at least to have fallen out (big time) from a serious long term relationship

Next you have to have retained (or found) your sense of humour, your love of life and your desire to have another crack at it

Then you must collect together all your self help books, especially those on personal psychology and any that use the word 'journey' - but keep the ones on sacrificial bonfires, they will come in very useful later

Now take a trip to IKEA, look carefully, and closely, at the machine made imitation wooden bookshelves; look again at the recycled cardboard organisation boxes, and then say to yourself (and to the whole store if you feel so inclined) "No I don't want any more of this stuff, no, no thank you!"

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Worn Tracks

Dark outside

Friends, loved ones

Over land, under night sky

Pages turned, numbers dialled

Ease the throttle on imagination

Traces; worn tracks erased to dust

By bluebell skies the day after tomorrow

Sing on Joan Baez, sing of Diamonds & Rust

Faraway the closed caresses of sweet sorrow

Into the ether of spokesmen we no longer trust

Wait awhile

For the pain to subside

Blessed to be in this quiet

With a Cuban song in my ear

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Out of Sorts

Signs of civilisation

Open prawn sandwich

With a ginger dressing

Sunglasses on top of her head

Glasses perched on the end of his nose

He browses a quality broadsheet 

There are younger couples

And retired family groups

There are ladies who lunch

And me

Being someone 

That I'm not

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Denial

All but evaded

Out into the mist

Talk almost entirely absent

Lost is too strong a word

The need is for a weaker term

Denial, conscious or not

May be the root of it

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Seven + 1

We’re in this thing deeper

Deeper than we might ever know

Who’d have thought it, at that first show 

That you’d become my lover, and my dreamer

We glide along, from song to song

The hillsides less steep with doors ajar

With work and play we journey near and far

Whenever in doubt we work out whatever’s wrong

We’re in this thing deeper

Deeper than we might ever show

Who’d have thought it, fate would know

That you’d become my lover, and my redeemer

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Thin On Whispers

In that time, of those raw views

Look hard to what you see

In this time, to stop your heart

Look long to those cold vistas

Hopes that stop

In lands that sleep

A life that's lost

Of prospects heat

Time that waits

For eyes to seek

Such turns that frost

Steals souls of speech

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Inching Towards The Meaning

The prospect

For we are all prospectors

Of the heart

Such a calamity 

For we all calamitous 

At the start

That I evade

For we are all evasive

As we begin to part

Anyway I am thinking

I am fearing of never seeing you again

Although I am knowing

That longing is only a thought of pain

The person

For we are all personalities

Prose or verse

The conversation

For we are all conversationalists

Better or worse

The emotion

For we are all emotional

Cure or curse

Afterwards, when the words had left me

Bound again for your thinking

In that time, knowing it became clear

That those words, are words for the seeing

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Search

That I could become

Contemplative and reclusive

From that you prevent me, or save me

However, the moods of the moment do take me

That I should go

Where my own thoughts doubt me

From there you shake me, not forsake me

However the moods of light, or dark, invade me

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Iron Scholes

With tacks on his lips

& a clog on the last

Lifetimes filled with memories

As you chose gloves

From your relatives past

The curve of the bend

At the top of the hill

Shoes to mend, bent over

I will him, ever to edge

Towards my cast

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Vales

In that rumbustious hour

Sat in a place founded

On vibrant mounds of desire

An engaging mind to scour

Thoughts gallop unbounded

Through vales of warm undulations

At one with the eternal flower of woman

All flights of fancy sensually resounded

Grounded, to find the definitive proclamations

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Questioning the Process

An ocean of rampant burning flames

Surging towards mountains & erupting volcanoes

This is the vibrant meditation, driven

An oscillation of madness before calm

Witnessed by the ringing, the constant racket

The head filled with nothing but echoes

Where in an instant peace may settle

Brought on, by the flowers watered fragrance

The day set out, with the hopes of her eternity

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First Cigarette

It is that morning

One photograph

Makes me say

It’s Saturday

Time to start writing

To pour out the thoughts

Such as, with all the positive spin

You still find inherent negativity

If someone says: “you can be better”

Does it mean you aren’t already

I thought of how my friend

Spoke of his euphoric vacation

With his family from the past

I could use it, in such a story of the idyll

A spot to aim for if you are feeling down

Yet it is lost; it is gone, left purely as nostalgia

Though even to think of that nothingness

Knowing you never quite reached there

As you take a cup of tea to the bedroom

An offering, that might also disturb her

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Aloft

Light of lava lamp
Plucked strings of romantic lute
Know that sleep is some time away

Hold the sense of tranquility
Reach out to pasts and futures
Calm rivers to moonlit skies

Find that niche life of stabilisation
Offered with confidence to others
Cathartically through zillions of words

Take a mindful reconciliation
Bedevelled by that dash of colour
A reflection, of her once inferred beauty

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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All Sorts Besides Money

She has no need of work

No desire to earn or chase a score

She lives on Day-Glo placebo’s

& uptown chunky bores

She drinks the most expensive vino

& smokes silky, filter tip cigarettes

It’s not that she’s not with us

Rather that she’s loosened off her debts

She’s off to the Dominican republic

With her favourite of the season, he’s

Charted a yacht, setting sail at midnight

She, he says, is the only reason

She says that she will miss you

He says he will miss you too

She waves her swish goodbyes

He turns away, as her lovers often do

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Founded

Sure white

Poplin cotton shirt

Purposefully faded

Light blue denim jeans

Saturday morning

Strolling to the library

& looking back;

There was a certainty

How good it all felt

How right it all was

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Thurlestone Beach

For a moment I was on the seas edge

With no regrets on not venturing out

For with that brief image you carried me

I was taken, in sunshine and darkness

Besides calm waters, and wild oceans

With friends & family & lovers & children

I could tell you of one particular evening

Late at night, with my not yet teenage son

Throwing pebbles absently to a winters surf

That you might detect a sadness

Is neither fortunate nor unfortunate

Truth is what happens; that time happened

Now it is in two peoples

Direct memories

No more to it than that

That it can make those two people cry

Twenty-five years later

That is the thing of love

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Resolve

I am not so good at conversation

Thousands of hours, alone in my car

Have taught me only to listen

No clues about how to respond

You said my responses ended conversations

That though is a different skill

Learnt through business negotiations

Thousands of put downs; ideas crushed

Before they had a life to fly

With such darkness

Inherent in my veins

I have to relearn conversation

Become closer to being human

Would that you be would be there

Hitch me up when the rolling stops

Nudge me when the jukebox sticks

Persuade me with a smile and a hug

I will leave the car at home

Put on my walking shoes

& listen to you, while we’re strolling

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Communiqué

There was a speedy response

Be thankful for that

Don’t try to tear apart

Her every word

Don’t deconstruct the message

To find your own meaning

& next time

Besides saying thank you

Give something

Of yourself

Open a window

That her life might blow on in

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Before The Newness Wears Off

The light was way brighter earlier

I was encouraged to take my camera to the country

Yet the cold grey wind deterred me

How much easier to think of the past

Feelings from the warm sensations of previous lives

Comforted, inspired by thoughts that flutter

The dark beech hedge, television noise

Knocking on the door, shower water whistling

Nature & humans choices of disturbance

I am inclined towards a quieter picture

Without thoughts of turbulent advancing passions

Yet within I am quite out of control

Set upon by a Romanian philosopher

Lucian Blaga, who had penned a poem called Silence

Using those deeply wounding words of love

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Her 729th Re-evaluation

Sadness, yes she remembers sadness

Yet he was certainly becoming

She could have taken him

There & then & many times over

She wonders if he wonders

With matters such as this

Whether their time together

Ought to have been measured 

Recorded for posterity

Whether the whispers of that night

Should otherwise be saved

As her intimate recollection

Of their full on indisputable truth

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Duration

I was going to go away to write this letter

It is a letter I did not intend to send

My mistake, I thought things were getting better

A not unusual delusion; that life was on the mend

Dreaded thoughts of ultimate untimely conversation

I browse my way to some others Summit Ridge

Where the purest of snow, in waves is drifting

As I walk & hold the palisades of Valley’s Bridge

I see their smiles, toned by stone-cold, brazen bodies

Read too deep into their tales of fevered hearts

Remember, as beside you, I too once stood standing

Resolutely playing out those fearful downbeat parts

Within, the faint signs of settle-soft wishful feathers

No mind how the stories are swished to blend

Take it on my dearest; measure for measure

It is just a letter, a letter to a loving friend

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Some Determination

We walked up the hill together

It was a new hill for me

We talked of why not to get together

I spoke of why we should be together

I talked boldly of my past being in the past

I told of how my life was wasting away

Getting me down

Perhaps not the smartest choice of argument

To put a spotlight on ones ability to waste a life away

Now it appears to have been quite incredulous

Maybe desperation was at hand

There was a flower that I did not want to die

Yet this was the self-chosen victory 

I was absolutely in need of

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Complex Situation

Yesterday you said you were unloveable

The day when the hair shampoo squeezed easily out of its tube

& I heard the Japanese soprano sing Madame Butterfly

Today, the day after you said you were unloveable

The day when the hair conditioner squeezes uneasily out of its tube 

& I read Brendan Kennelly’s poems Tonight You Cry and Portrait

Yesterday, before you said you were unloveable

The day when the permed hair serum squeezed easily out of its tube

& I felt the joy in your voice, as we spoke on the telephone

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Reflection

There is light on the paper

Shostakovich on the stereo

I should be sad

It has been a sad day

There is sadness today

To many corners

Yet I have a warmth, a calm

Whose residence I honour

Without the doubt of question

If crying gives you peace

I see no shame in you crying

If hope means bended knees

I say fair game to you sighing

That I might share light on paper

Play music on a portable stereo

We could be sad

Make it a sadder day

Where we visit

All those sad corners

There to seek out warmth, find calm

Whose residence we both might honour

Without doubt to celebrate reconciliation

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Bouts

A meditative tune is worked by the piano; the backdrop is a damp northern street, lit by sodium lights at dusk

Caught again by the snow, as on that evening in the vicarage b&b, on the moors above Bradford

When the cold iron railings, and the barred gate, were our only forms of security

Slower times, sadder times, darker times, times more hopeless than we can care to imagine

As we broke bread, on that night, who could foretell that today we would tear at the last vestiges of our love

& when it comes to breakages, on this night of the broken coffee jar, there are further trails to follow

I am advised, thankfully, by both of those in this story; make it suit the two of you, go to neutral ground, be there for a few hours only

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Stability

I craved to be unable, without joy

Not to make the telephone call

Not to post the galleries post card

To think twice about the secret flight

To even believe that I could end it

Yet once sworn in, to the life of sin

I was ravished, I gravitated

To lies and deceit, all receipts

Carefully collected & then destroyed

I took the joy, yet craved to be unable

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Ebb

In a craft

A neglected rowing boat

On a tributary

A good way from the sea

He gives his arm

Steadies her uneasy step

From the shallow water

To climb aboard

Laying back

Taking time

Choosing to go nowhere

With this he is by her side

Twenty-five years later

A photograph

Reeds, and grasses

Grow out of salted water

He is in contemplation

She is placed elsewhere

Neglected, and then

Brought into recovery

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Procreate

Lovers in the summer

Parents in the spring

Father & Mother

Of the beautiful child

That summers bring

Sweetest of fruits

Wearing winters ring

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Harmonious (strikethrough)

Vacuous, then stunned, awoken

No care for the drumbeat or the piano roll

Broken thoughts, tokens of highland shelters

Where beauty & hardship pass their time together

As if the crime of this music is that it is as discordant

As the notes I make; taking the easy way out

Close down, go under the covers, retreat

Lost & beaten, no need to sweeten

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Bilbao

Twist of ham
Sliced in harmony
We ran
Through fish markets
& artists galleries

Can we go again
Though elsewhere
To run
With adventure
By our sides

Tides don’t turn
They ebb & flow
Love may move slower
Than the harmony
Of slicing ham

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Yorkshire

The violinist heads out towards infinity

The artist etches The Outliers of the archipelago

The poet writes of the endless depths of his love

Tomorrow, light will rise from the darkness

More than that, every breath

Holds the wheeze of tobacco

In this way each day calmly begins

With a pot of sweetened tea & a bowl of porridge

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Set Out

He aims to find a way
As dark as the night
As light as the day

He seeks the words
With which to say
Let the play begin
Release the sin

She introduced him
To beautiful things
Why wouldn't he

Believe the beauty
Was in her body
The enchantment
Within her mind

Be kind to yourself
The book of habits
States on its pages

Rages of time remind
His once sensitive side
Of oceans and flowers
Power unrequited love

He now contemplates
The healthiness, or the
Otherwise of obsession

Her intentions unknown
Shown then so fleetingly
Her greeting is sin free
Believing their self to be

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Indebted, Undoubted

She must have misinterpreted Sigh

Perhaps she didn't know it was there

How else to say that Mallarmé

Had penned a sweet little poem

In my rare correspondence

It would seem that

I have created an ambiguity such

That she never read Mallarmé at all

Instead her words are a response

A reaction to my own few words

Which she quite correctly labels

A sweet little poem

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Not so much a gamble more by way of chance

I am drawn to the risk

Led to her bed by brisk

Steps taken mistakenly

Veiled with uncertainty

Spawned by the miscellaneous

Frisked for signs of permanency

Crossing the lines

Drawing the blinds

Redefining the fines 

Drinking the wines

That fuel of the wilful crimes

The shear damned determinacy

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Solving Situational Problems

Intertwined within the yarns of lightness

Are the madly approved flecks of love

Such specks detected as the morning rises

In retrospect the once most absent prizes

Most circumspect of circumstances

He dances to the tunes of others loved

At once a mother, a sister to a brother

A lover of the gathered few

In the fog, in the rain

The strain of thoughtless motivations

Grey skies, brown trees

They leave with his mind still floating

More hoping; coping with his words

Presupposing the readers will observe

Be overwhelmed by his verve

The swerve is more than welcomed

His nerve swelled he retells

Of the lovers drift of consciousness

& with this fading shout

The flickers of doubt are smothered out

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Almost Out Of The Woods

In this blissful halfway euphoric state

A few words, no more to it than that

As if the spirit of silence itself

Had been welcomed

Welcomed and then broken

Broken without tears or shouts

Of joy from the mountaintops

Nonetheless, to have half-breaths

Half-thoughts, half ideas

To have such energy

To surely desire this incompleteness

Such that the closure may be reopened

Be enthused as the doubts

Become warm doubts

The very essence of summer

Where all that is asked

Is to walk on soft sands

Stumble through grass filled dunes

Sit behind the car’s rain covered screen

Knowing that the stick and wire fences

Are there neither to keep us in

Nor to keep us out

Instead they are there to give stability

They are there as a positive force

Barriers that provide reassurance

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It only took a photograph, or was it a painting

I walked to the beach today 

First, through your rose surrounded door 

No one was watching

My roar was silence itself, so far apart

Down the lane my footsteps went

One footfall; there was no other

If, as all the while, the quiet knew

This is how lovers stall

That was the lover’s view

There, with something & everything 

& nothing; out to follow the West wind

Rescind those thoughtless thoughts

Posted in reply

To your innocent letter

When angst got the better of you

& the better of my idealism

A schism that forced apart

The endless cynicism behind this art

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Risk

How easy to become unsettled

Such that one’s skin twitches

One looks on nervously, as doors

Open, and friendly foes approach

How long it took to choose

That word turned into phrase; then

In the flurry to make a fundamental

Error; a poor call, a bad judgement

In this search for creativity

Is it necessary to exaggerate

The realities of an ordinary

Life; spice it up with mischief

With unrest at hand can one

Write more tightly, of the cuts 

& the bruises; delineate the days

Of decay and disillusionment

That otherwise would have

Left your life quite well alone

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Waveforms

Gradually the impatience leaves; against the grey sky the fir tree moves so slowly, it is as if the distance calms the frequency of vibrations, takes the urgency out of the hot and bothered young man, gives him instead the serendipity of indifference, a future less of plans and ambitions, instead more of memories; of seashores and slate mines, aeroplanes and unexpected torments

The ploughed fields, ever bigger fields, with ever bigger ploughs, have accompanied his life’s progression thus far, but now the industry is falling out of him, the desire to achieve replaced by reflections of love; love past, love present, and what love might hold in the hours and days and weeks and months and years ahead, love of the many years ahead

The chimney stack, the weather vane; with less movement than the fir, are a slowness, a steadiness, a purity of times natural delights

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H Word

This is a safe place

A place for retreat

A place for dreams &

The excesses of phantasy

The rituals here are pleasant

Warm oils, soft music; poetry

Of the spheres, lovers in evocative 

Gowns and even stronger perfumes

Time moves as slowly as you wish

Hesitates, on occasion & sometimes

Comes to a halt completely, while those

Faltering are able to regain their composure

Fanciful thoughts are warmly welcomed

Soft conversations; slik gents, in felt fedora’s

Aroma’s of cuban cigars, such that the beautiful

Young ladies are equally voluptuously entertained

This is a secret place, for all is hidden mischievously

The joys of such camouflage adorns her every garment

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Ample

Shadow of leaded light

On the plastered wall

Sun; outside, slanted from above

Gives warmth of spring tomorrow

The print that you brought home

Leans against a cupboard

Our untidiness talks easily of

Our simplified, uncomplicated love 

Your days of continuity, a

Surety returned, because you care

That I sit in quiet, here

As the rays, and days, come and go

I have a deep desire to simply be

If I think it, if I write it

If I breathe it, if I am it

I will be here, ready for your return

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Away With The Fairies

I was taken, snatched in that instant of writing

I was becalmed by the patch of light on my arm

I thought I had forsaken peace and truth and love

That to be mistaken was sure sign of the silken glove

I chose to wait, to compose, or become composed

I rose to find the style of argument I once proposed

I rested, as if I had a case to be relieved of; unloaded

I am less of those idiosyncrasies that killed my charm

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Almost Lost

Smile

Eyes of love

Eyes

Wherever you have been

Here you are gathered

Precious

Full of surprises

Flowers, petals, columns

Stroked mechanics, pistons

Love awakened by love

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Down To

I don't have

Much money

Is there nothing else

We could talk about

I once loved you

My dearest honey

It’s there as a clue, to why

You went out on walkabout

I'd rather it be sunny

Than always raining down

This filthy lucre; it’s not funny

How she keeps us falling out

Still, as long as you’ve

Spit your dummy

There sure ain't nothing

Else we can talk about

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

Christopher's Poetry collections can be found on iTunes and on Kindle by clicking the highlighted links