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Saturday, 17 November 2018

Guidance

It is your duty
To keep this life alive
So write to your little Ms cutie
With blue-brown eyes

Tell her you love her
And never a day goes by
Take care not to smother
Yet do not force her love to die

For in all of the time
That you sit with the words
You are always on that line
Of doubting the absurd


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Friday, 16 November 2018

Dress Sense

New truths
From dawn through
To December

Lent by a friend
Back then
Always to remember

Send her your love
You don’t know
If she still feels

Depend upon to see her
In those
Vainglorious heels


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Thursday, 15 November 2018

Drought

There is a need
To water the roots
In these parched times
One needs cups of fresh water
Or jugfuls, imagined from the past

Ice cool, fascination

There was a need
To pluck the weeds
From those wasteful times
One needed cups of fresh water
To replenish, the spillage of the past

Cool blue, interpretation


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Wednesday, 14 November 2018

Pause

Don’t turn on the radio
Don’t watch the television
Listen to your own thoughts
Follow your inner vision

Tune into the silence
Meditate with calm
Contemplate your own thoughts
Stretch your unsteady arm

Be thankful for the moment
Take in a deeper breath
Silence is your answer
A welcome of such light caress


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Tuesday, 13 November 2018

One Time Moreover

All of those early mornings
Sunlight through open-windows
Warm rays against the shutters
Fresh breeze, golden thoughts

To stand, to be
To stand, to be

All of those early mornings
Frost for the taming thrush
Mist on the distant bush
Cold warmth, golden thoughts

To stand, to be
To stand, to be


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Monday, 12 November 2018

Repetitive

I have given up
Times many before
I have shaved to the core
Only to find me wanting

I have left the cup
Once again too often
I have tried to cut loose, to soften
Only to find me wanting

I have edged the stirrup
From the breached harness
I have thus blunted the sharpness
Only to find me wanting


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Sunday, 11 November 2018

Diktat Definition

In that empty place
Of built up frustration
In that barren space
Outwith of knowing how

On that rock face
Almost of desperation
On that crippling chase
Outwith of knowing how

With that last race
Caught up in complication
Returning then to base
Outwith of knowing how


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Saturday, 10 November 2018

Prep

No reason to undo the buttons
No cause to unzip the flies
Except the change of weather
Leads to bodies laid
Expectantly, close there besides

No need to kiss the nubile lips
Don’t close the servile eyes
Except that this balmy weather
Carries summer’s sexy surprise

No desire to read your mind
No denials to deny your cries
Exploit the fair fair weather
With the sexuality
Of those heavily loaded sighs


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Friday, 9 November 2018

Manhood

I let the sultry, muggy day
Play all over my body, and mind
Such kindness roaming within
I ask her to fondle my skin

Yes, you, my humid weather
All sweating on our skin together
Wearing such sexuality forever
I ask you to be, my firmer tether

Wherever you lead I will follow
Hopes and dreams ready to lose
Serendipity of luscious thought
Made ready in my time to prove


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Thursday, 8 November 2018

Close

The wind rises
As thoughts of thighs settle
The wonder of the prizes
With luck I’ll be on my mettle

The wind rises
Storms return to the east
The hangover of lust despises
Torments of the panting beast

The wind rises
As also does the sap
The mid-life crisis curiously assizes
That now we are on the final lap


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Wednesday, 7 November 2018

Crass

You are as I always am
You are as I always will be
I cannot say those long lost words
I am not here to simplify the mystery

I am as you always saw me
As you always thought me to be
I cannot fend off the new sadness
Unable to forget past games you see

You, and I, and we, together
We together, you, and I, to be
I cannot fall any farther, or further
Unable to gather-in a false sincerity


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Tuesday, 6 November 2018

Wedding Day

Slot machines keep on slotting
Kiss me quick hats
Pray kiss me on the lips
Life could go on forever

The Chic Baby from LA
Or maybe Market Harborough
Turns, and turns again
Outside the Imperial Ballroom

Later
In the half-light of the darkness
A life is taken
Somewhere up by the caravan park


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Monday, 5 November 2018

On The Pier

Sisters, in sari’s
Hippies, with long grey beards
Deckchairs for people watchers

Soft white sands
With talk of past generations
Returning back to town

A polish narrative on the mobile
Continentals to continents abound
Ice creams, big as children’s faces

Candy floss, even bigger still
Who would, who wouldn’t
Who didn’t, who did; did you


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Sunday, 4 November 2018

Only For Pier Customers

Grandmother, mother
Daughters, dogs
Laughter

Boyfriend, girlfriend
Ice-smoothie, expectations
Laughter

Dreadlocks, odd socks
Plimsolls, denim jeans
Laughter

Parents, children
Ride-on-bikes, payments
Laughter


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Saturday, 3 November 2018

Two Sides - Same Coin

In Forest Row
I write of meditations
Of walks, of flowers

In Cleethorpes
I do not know where the sea is
Or the waves, or the windmill towers

I was, I will
I am, to be
I was, I will, I am, to be

I watch, I cringe
I detect, I am not me
I watch, I cringe; I am, but it’s not me


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Friday, 2 November 2018

Affects The Poor

There is a level of obesity
Which would be difficult
To appreciate, back
In our low-calorie kitchen

Young men, old men
Young women, old women
Even middle age strollers
Are similarly afflicted

The invalid scooters
Cannot entirely be blamed
Yet they do play a part
In moving about those who are


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Thursday, 1 November 2018

By The Tower

Families stroll by
Wearing caps and cardigans
Young men strut about
In tee-shirts, with towels

Summer sun
And roller coasters
Take me back to Blackpool prom
From Pleasure Beach to Talbot Road

Some things
You can only do alone
Some things
You have to do together


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Wednesday, 31 October 2018

Eat In, Carry Out

The Clock
3, 4 & 5 Sandbeck Arcade
Skegness

Fish, chips, mushy peas
Tea, bread with butter

‘We do not do fast food
Only good food as fast as we can’

Up the road
At the Grosvenor Hotel
My partner conducts a wedding
For someone who hasn’t yet paid


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Tuesday, 30 October 2018

Water Features

I constructed a rill
Beside Devonport Leat
With my life now complete
I ventured downhill

Every day another pill
To reside in defeat
My surrender so so replete
I look out over the windowsill

No more salmon with dill
Nor dancing lively to The Beat
My future then is in walking feet
I looked back, and look back still


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Monday, 29 October 2018

Second Cup - IV

It seems it’s photograph time
Is this what they call
Community policing

The Muslim chap
Slots his wife
In between the two officers

After the shoot
There are thanks all around
Who knows now

Who has a photograph of who
Except that the Colombian girl
Kept her face covered


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Sunday, 28 October 2018

Second Cup - III

The girls seem uncomfortable
It is a facial expression thing
That, and chewing gum, with a

I will stick my tongue out attitude
As I flash my bosoms
And my heavy eyelids, straight at you

The lady police officer
Appears unmoved by events
The game is nothing new to her

Only by close observation
Do I notice the length of the peak
On the policeman’s helmet


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Saturday, 27 October 2018

Second Cup - II

Should you like to take things
Out of context
Let me tell you
About the two women on the sofa

Oddly, almost exactly where
The police force move to
Now, if you thought that those
Shamefully made up girls

Were in any way on the game
Then the fact that PC Brightside
Took a clandestine photograph
Maybe confirms your prejudice


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Friday, 26 October 2018

Second Cup - I

Coconut chocolate flapjack
Americano - Black - Regular
One for the diabetes
One for the cure

Then, in walk the police
Uniform - Cap - Automatic rifle
One for the photograph
One for the terrorist

Do they get special treatment
Do - They - Have - To - Pay
One for the Englishman
One for the Muslim


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Thursday, 25 October 2018

Outerness

Between circle and square
Between light and dark
Between love and loss
Between apart and together

Words on a page
Posted as a letter

Between black and white
Between hard and soft
Between near and far
Between apart and together

Words as a thought
Posted as a wish


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Wednesday, 24 October 2018

Innerness

Instinctive reactions
Fuelled from who knows where
Avoided interactions
Also fuelled from there

A patch of grass
In the midday sun
Miles drives by
On his invalid scooter

His story has been a gift
To our small Dharma Family
If ever I feel hurt
I will try to let it diminish


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Tuesday, 23 October 2018

Don’t Begin

To go there
Today, as a memory
To feel the rusted church gate
Slowly open
To gently lay the flowers
To quietly say the prayers
To have loved is to have known


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Monday, 22 October 2018

Don’t End

I hear a story
Of a lost unborn child
I once was taken to the grave
Of a lost unborn child
Nothing is stolen
Nothing is given
To have loved is to have known

To have shared
Was an honour
Such privilege
May not now be discarded
No one is innocent
No one is guilty
To have loved is to have known


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Sunday, 21 October 2018

Gifts Of You

We are led to tears
By our own exposures
Exploring our personal sufferings
Gives food for our thoughts

Sit in the warm sun
Sit in the cold snow
Sit with the breeze to your back
Sit with the light in your eyes

We are led to our smiles
By our very own discoveries
Witnessing our lives
Gives energy to everyone’s day


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Saturday, 20 October 2018

First Base

This is a seat
Where to be
Is to belong

This is the track
To the storytelling cabin
Where I might sign up

I could learn to understand
Then explain, just how
This magical place came to be

That may be
A most worthwhile undertaking
But one I could work on, at home


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Friday, 19 October 2018

Give What You Can

We are drawing to a close
Although the last session
Ends late tomorrow morning

But this is our final Family Dharma
Where deep issues are brought
To the surface, to be opened out

Today I will tell of a letter
Which I wrote to my father
More than thirty years ago

It is for Karen
Who is thinking, maybe
Of writing to her father


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Thursday, 18 October 2018

Pit Stops

Nothing in life
Needs to move too too quickly
Even the Formula One
Grand Prix races
Are only once a fortnight
So the cars could, in fact
Go much more slowly

I did walk
To the farm shop, and back
Thinking of a few poems
Along the footpaths and the tracks
But I did not settle for long
And that impatience
Tinges the corners of these words


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Wednesday, 17 October 2018

Tobacco Road

Thirteen years ago
I smoked a pack of Camel Light
Almost every day; they were
My defence mechanism

Nowadays I write poems
With about the same frequency
And, or so I begin to believe
For much the same purpose

They prevent intrusion
They facilitate introduction
Could have been the death of me
Could be the death of me


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Tuesday, 16 October 2018

Deep South

The father, after a little persuasion
Bought his son, the waiter
A latte coffee to drink outside

Meanwhile the American guy
Buys another shot of expresso
And sits down beside me

We talk of money
Doctors, and lawyers, o yes
And we talk about boxers

All of these types you see
Have to have a ruthless streak
They are not always to be trusted


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Monday, 15 October 2018

Time Out

Today I walk the same path
I see flowers in the verges
I see sheep’s wool on the fences
I walk faster than yesterday
For now I know where I am going

Because of my increased pace
I have longer to pause; to look
At the butterflies more closely
Such as the one of plain colour

A mousy-brown, yes perhaps
A field mouse, without any
Of those crazy orange patterns



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Sunday, 14 October 2018

Chiaroscuro

A clear blue sky
A still still tree
Light lilac flowers
Whose name I do not know
Though I do know someone
Who very well might

I do know sunlight
I do know shadow
I do know the sound of birds
And the aeroplane above

To say that this is a pleasure
Would be an understatement
Yet still I will say it


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Saturday, 13 October 2018

Plain Gift

I thought I might pick a leaf
A great big leaf
From the great big tree

I thought I might place that leaf
On the Sangha table
With photographs and donations

Then I found this seat
In this gentle space
With sunlight and flowers

I read your message
I too wish to be at home
Yet there is beauty here



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Friday, 12 October 2018

Stick With It

The discussion is over
But soon
The walking meditation will begin
But soon
The aircraft will have landed
But soon
Cars will reach their destinations
And already
The dog has stopped barking
And already
Church bells have changed peel
And already
The breeze, for what it was worth
Has become becalmed


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Thursday, 11 October 2018

Kindness

There is a breeze
Yet it is ever so slight
Though sufficient
To move the taller flowers
The higher branches
The limper leaves
But not enough force
To dislodge the clouds
In the roof of the sky
Which have held their own
For much of the day
And may, for all I know
Be there again tomorrow
Let us all hope, that this slow
Slow stillness continues with us


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Wednesday, 10 October 2018

Card Or Cash Sir

It was the
Most expensive dinner to date
I don’t like to say how much
But service was fully inclusive

Yes I know, we did both
Choose the specials of the day
Rump steak - medium rare
Fresh caught sea bream - grilled

Served with those
Three times
Cooked chips
A delicacy of the house


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Tuesday, 9 October 2018

Bar None

The tea mug is from Sissinghurst
The damned barking dog
Is from the other side of the trees

The stained glass windows
They might as well be in
Another county; o but they are

The Curious Brew lager
Is made by the Royal Couples
Winemaker from Kent

The deeply inebriated lady
She didn’t ought to be like that
Not by four, on a Sunday afternoon


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