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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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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