Still

Just after the peak experience
Or not long after making love
Out on the highway
Somewhere between
The street and the sky

Old houses with flowered gardens
Mysterious celebrations
Untouched garlands just out of reach
In the soft haze of summer
Back beyond past centuries

Trinkets, fairies and geodesic domes
Flounce flared skirts
Tapes to the maypole twisted
With skips knowing of joy
The joy of unconditional love

Still time reflects on ever
As feet in dappled water
Out on the sandbank
Somewhere between
The neap and the tide

Still lines reflect now never
Meet my spangled saunter, wow
Out of the moment
Somewhere between
Where and why


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Poets, painters and musicians

Over the water
Into kitchens full of stories
Of wizards and witches
Weather gods
To set the farmers free

Land below the water line
Beyond the freedom fields
Laid to rest long before the winter
Fallow fields this year
The odd fellow’s folds appear

Our endless deserts
Lost of love
Unquestioned in haste
Wandering families
Farmers and gypsies and
Bedouins in transit

Land above the waste line
Beyond the freedom fields
Stayed unblessed long before the sun
Cracked earth, as this year
Earth cracks re-appear

Over all our homelands
Care is overflowing
Falling over with love
Innocent children, hopeful of
Life itself; such as discovered by
Poets, painters and musicians
And all such ordinary people


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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
You might care to find background information
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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