Jake

This is the morning
All of a muddle
All getting ready
To step into puddles
And catch the gravy trains

Down there in London
On the bus
On the tube
Rides in tunnels going nowhere &
Trains turning back home again

This is just a little while later
The garden gate swings open
Scented roses loud and proud
Stand out without of shrouds
In the full view of the meadow

Back here in Lincoln
In the cathedral, feet without shoes
Verses whispered
Songs unsung
Undone by rhythms and blues

This is the coffee time
Scones and jam and cake
Words fall over words stand by
Jake please
Rake those fake leaves away


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Rinse

Back still
With the ripple
Of step down falling water

Restored
To lay over
The endless drone

Of articulated lorries
Whose highway robbery
Is to steal the silence

The quiet
Of lost generations
With ill fitting clothes

And shall we say
Creative
Colour combinations

It is a blue grey
Clear cloudy sky day
It has been, ever since morning


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Pointers for CV

I don't see the need
To be through with this book too quickly
The story is centuries old
It has been a long, long time, in the writing

Heavy yet light
With evidence of thorough research
I will then also take my time, a decision I aim at
For increasing the longevity of my pleasure

I have had similar books before
Then I was like a man dying of thirst
I drank hard at the experiential words
Gave them sparse opportunity to enter my soul
No thoughts honed for further, or deeper reflection

The subject is Netsuke & the collecting thereof
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Already you may be knowledgeable in this matter

I have had the idea to use one sublime short passage
To attract someones attention; such that he may
Exaggerate the variety of approaches he uses
Whilst preparing his curriculum vitae



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Tip Over

Into the absence
Among old scouts
With mysterious shadows
& half forgotten melodies

Sink or settle or rise
Laugh out loud
Not so loud or out
Of control that suspicions
Are thus aroused

Move into the absence
Among found objects
With interior whispers
Woebegone tragedies

Blink or fettle or cries
Of dried out tears
Not of fear or so out
Of control that beauticians
Are open bloused

Though deep in the absence
Among feint shouts
With ulterior highlights
No less a rotten ego roused



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Aux Naturelle

Watch the May time meadow grass
Watch the breeze cause the rustle to pass
Watch the suns existence lead it to bend and bow
Watch the pixels force-frame, a weathered afterglow


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