Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Tuesday, 22 November 2011
Round wrung floodlights
There was a shaft of sunlight
Right across the flags
A spot of cloud sunk sunlight
From mad, to sad, to glad
Observed with interest and culture
Slight refrain she nags
A spot of cloud sunk sunlight
From boy, to lad, to dad
Nowhere to take you
Except from peak, to peak, to peak
A lot of round wrung floodlights
Poetry, fiction, drama, strad
Instead beside the iron bed
Led from the here and now
Taken to a memory, shaded
Shadow of the Bhagavad
…this poem missed out on the collection Massage slow, mellow in - Love off Campus to find out which poems did make it click here
Monday, 21 November 2011
You vouched to play
Quotations and reference
Citations and severance
Plantations of preference
Visitations deferred
How many more curriculum vitae
How many thanks but no thanks
Toe the line you’ll get your chance
Pride or prejudice, unjust romance
Social came just the same
To see for what you do
But looked right on, straight on through
Interested in 'selves, no interest in you
You brought the kids up on your own
Mostly now they’re resolute
Education will be their suit
Inspired by what happened too
Worlds away the musicians play
Caribbean, calypso, contraband
Extemporise to realise
This land is your land, is my land
So computer hack
The Union Jack
Take no more flack
It’s just the sack
And anyway the other day
You vouched to play
Down Islington way
At the Crown and Anchor
So thank her and her sister
Not so much her son, odd mister
Her Kingdom come you just kissed her
And for that we say your hips please sway
Your rhythm and your rumba
Your echo and your number
You dance, while all we do is lumber
You are our soul
You are reggaes rock and roll
…this poem missed out on the collection Massage slow, mellow in - Love off Campus to find out which poems did make it click here
Sunday, 20 November 2011
Lay Quietly
The gossamer of finest denier
Cast into still air
Still its ether hangs
Tall pampas grass
Faced into the ocean wind
Still it stands erect
Silk scarf so finely spun
Lays light upon your shoulder
Still its quiet resounds
Spray so fine; hardly a mist
On the crest of sand and down
Still its hope glistens
Perfume; worn with a lovers touch
On a neck nape softly under spun
Still its dream captures
The vacation so easily missed
On the calendar often read
Still its love we kissed
…this poem missed out on the collection Massage slow, mellow in - Love off Campus to find out which poems did make it click here
Friday, 18 November 2011
Every day a calendar (My lady love in lavender)
Lady love in lavender
Every day
A calendar
My lady love
O baby love
My lady love in lavender
My lady love
My baby love
My lady love in lavender
O poppy fields
And cotton reels
Every day my love she steals
O lady love
My baby love
My lady love in lavender
O baby love
My lady love
My Lavender
In fields of corn
Our passion sworn
My lady love
O baby love
My lady love in lavender
O baby
My lady
My lady love
My Lavender
Under silver clouds
With sparkled shrouds
My lady love
O baby love
My lady love in lavender
O baby love
My lady love
My Lavender
Ever tender is the night
More tender still
The morning
My lady love
O baby love
My lady love in lavender
O baby love
O lady love
O Lavender
Every day
My baby love
My lady love
Every way my calendar
…this poem missed out on the collection Massage slow, mellow in - Love off Campus to find out which poems did make it click here
Wednesday, 16 November 2011
Fabula Night
Tenderfoot and follow through
The midnight hour
Son of February did arrive
The midnight hour
Change gear, accelerate too
An heavenly coastal soporific drive
The midwife from the north
Burnley thought, to deliver life
The midnight hour
Swathed in satin, torn in silk
The midnight hour
How many years before the strife
The midnight hour
Last moments of a couple be
What chance on a future wife
Dolphins call as surf waves roll
Cope unsung the artist’s knife
The midnight hour
Eastern shores of risen sun
The midnight hour
Lonely road to cottage tied
The midnight hour
Tenderfoot and follow through
Happiness through moonlit cries
Change gear, accelerate too
Away so far, you soon replied
The midnight hour
The mid-life lad down from the north
The midnight hour
Unknowing that their love had died
…this poem missed out on the collection Massage slow, mellow in - Love off Campuswhich can be found by clicking here
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