At least two sides and the other sides

Half in many, half in few

Halfway sent the soldiers knew

We'll talk of lies, we'll talk of truth

We'll walk all over our unheard youth

Half in danger, half in doubt

Halfway arms they held them out

We’ll talk of liberty, we'll talk of honour

We'll walk all over the fallen Madonna

Half in stillness, half in style

Halfway art on murder mile

We'll talk of society, we'll talk of class

We'll walk all over the wayward lass

Half in brother, half in son

Halfway death for everyone

We'll talk of poverty, we'll talk of creed

We'll walk all over those who do not read

Half in justice, half in retribution

Halfway rumours court confusion

We'll talk of courage, we'll talk of pride

We'll walk all over should you deride

Half in peace, half in reconciliation

Halfway long walk from alienation

We'll talk of culture, we'll talk of history

We'll walk all over now where's the mystery

We'll half talk of strength

We'll half talk of power

We'll walk halfway

All over you cometh the hour

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The other sides

We'll talk of lies, we'll talk of truth

We'll walk all over our unheard youth

Well talk of liberty, we'll talk of honour

We'll walk all over the fallen Madonna

We'll talk of society, we'll talk of class

We'll walk all over the wayward lass

We'll talk of poverty, we'll talk of creed

We'll walk all over those who do not read

We'll talk of courage, we'll talk of pride

We'll walk all over should you deride

We'll talk of culture, we'll talk of history

We'll walk all over now where's the mystery

We'll talk of strength, we'll talk of power

We'll walk all over you, come the hour

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Looking up

With a splash of water from Dmitri's hand

The last curled-up double leap ended

The audience even after the last curtain call

Could not do else but ask for more

And you tell me that sentimentality carries a cloud

To remember not to cast my memories on to others

Those who have their own memories to carry

Their own past lives to dress and to undress

I am leaving you now, for a while at least

To forage my own landscapes, in my skyline beauty

Not in past streams and becks but in the new rivers

Which run down mountains not yet visited

Oddly I do this whilst Satie plays his Gymnopédies

I picture the pumice stone you spoke of

Did you expect this

Did you predict this

The tap drips, you know nothing of this

Dust inside your casket, you cannot see the ripple

Or hear the resonant cadence, though you sit

Sit beside me, on this October morning

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At least two sides

Half in lightness, half in dark

Half way home past Lincoln Park

Half in Sodium, half in sky

Halfway there I wonder why

Half in praise, half in pain

Halfway past I can't explain

Half in darkness, half in light

Halfway wonder that I might

Half in sleep, half in wake

Halfway from the dreams I make

Half in stillness, half in flight

Halfway way up then out of sight

Half in bud, half in leaf

Halfway acorn underneath

Half in mist, half in dew

Halfway home the migrants flew

Half in sun, half in shade

Halfway done the moneys made

Half in anger, half in doubt

Halfway round the roundabout

Half in clover, half in rye

Halfway over do I cry

Half in Dover, half in France

Halfway over my last romance

Half in life, half in death

Halfway gasp for my last breath

Half in mourning, half in joy

Halfway dressed in corduroy

Half in many, half in few

Halfway sent the soldiers knew

Half in danger, half in doubt

Halfway arms they held them out

Half in stillness, half in style

Halfway art on murder mile

Half in brother, half in son

Halfway death for everyone

Half in justice, half in retribution

Halfway rumours court confusion

Half in peace, half in reconciliation

Halfway long walk from alienation

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Straight roads

The flat spot

At the top

Of the up down

Arable and

Farm land acres

Hedgerows almost

Into fences

Trees without leaves

Long shadows follow

The line of the plough

A sunset, bigger

Than a cathedral

A moon decked

With all of Saturn’s rings

Or so it seems

Does it mean

I have seen into

A deeper autumn

Or is the clean air

A warmness of your giving

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Wet and cold and warm

Frosted crinkled crystals sat upon the five bar gate

Sentry to the streams and turnpikes

Blessed as the very day that we wait

All the while we listen outright, touch the frost atop

The five bars; held together by diagonal slants

Swung on and off the blacksmiths curled hinges

In the stillness, on the stiff crumpled grass

Sparkled sharpness of the dampness frozen

Moments as later breathe air of kingdoms passed

Look closely at your clothes, your skin

All of the outside of within

Think on that fair scented hair shampoo 

And the bath salts

In your early morning hot water soak

Later, in the library or bookshop

Or perhaps the Methodist Tea Rooms

Sit in the happiness of this sunlight

Read these or someone else's words

Dream of pancakes for tea

With treacle and maple syrup

And dollops of vanilla ice cream

Then, even though it's not politically correct

Take a cigarette

Inhale and exhale your love

Puff away, rub your thumbs and fingers

Wipe off the gathered ice

From your well worn shoes

Even without the snow

It's good to go into the mist

Beyond the stream, out into the clearing

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