Singularity

For a moment I had forgot
Or rather I had forgotten to remember
To be aware that life moves on
Around me

Engrossed in some singular occupation
I occupied myself beyond myself
And lost myself to those who had
Found me

With Pope Joan
& Lady Nijo
Marlene, Win & Louise
And my hero Joyce

The carer for Angie
The repository for life's troubles
Doubled up deep
Inside me

I lose my way
With words
Yet vow after today
To have more care

Over my singularity:
I will hear the raindrops
Outside
And your voice; once again



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Snuggle

You can tell me as much
Or as little
You can lead to open questions
Or hope for my enquiry

You can talk all open hours
Or scour my conversation
There is no place reservation
Or reserved; all signs say enter

This community is for caring
This community is for sharing
Yes I could hear you so often
Would that I would soften

Or come along with sympathy
Smile long for the journey
Into fresh winds
Under blue skies

Washed with sun & fallen rain
No stains or left luggage
The snug is open
Just to snuggle

Double up on reason
The season free from struggle
As just metaphysically
Metaphorically begun





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Two Folds

We've all had insecurity
Found wanting - unsure

Over silly things; lost keys
Forgotten papers, silly things

Over pretty things; fair hair
Swayed hips, pretty things

Over pretty silly things; arguments
Misunderstandings, pretty silly things

We've all tasted insecurity
Unwanted - the dry mouth

Over bigger things; myself
Yourself, ourselves, bigger things

Over barmy things; exasperation
Doubt, despair, bloody barmy things

Over bloody barmy bigger things; love
Love, bloody barmy bigger things called love

We've all shared loves insecurity - silly, really?
Unexplored immunity two up

Two folds
Untold communities



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Others Screw

Fortune Green
It seems have identified a numbered plot
For why or whatever
How so far away from farmers fields
Or fallen leaves
Or voices, others truth to deceive

Relief unseen
It seems simply for your memory
Or why or whatever
How now today in Freedom Fields
Call on grief
Or choices, others screw to receive





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Traps

So in the moment
There in happiness
The wondrous happiness
There so certain in the moment
The certainty that makes me cry

We talked of peak experiences
Of deep explored emotions
Trips of uncertainty
With a sense of surety
Only in the kindness we would find

There may not be the words
Indeed there may be no need for words
Silence, paused in confidence
Held right there
In the hold on happiness

The traps are past memories
Cast dearly with diligence

Today they are insignificant
Imminent danger is so clearly
Fear spent; sent so far away

We stay instead
With words softly read
Across the double bed
Inlaid in lead
With transference
& culpable conversation





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