Blood red

Feelings
In almost everyone
With long associations
With death
With waste
And pointless suffering

Symbolic
Standing tall
Swaying and shining
Smiling in the sun

Pressed
Stressed transparent like tissue
Transparent as the memories evoked

Sharpness
Shear and in contrast
To the gentle gentleness we poked

Without hesitation to harm
With sharp swords of such irony
Backdrop to the
Innocent
Backdrop to the
Outrageous and the triumphant

Wise man
He who brings flavour
Wise man
He who paints cowboys
Wise man
He who rides the barren landscape
Wise man
He who blends with the shades of blue

Dominant
Our bodies
Our health
Our friends

Our freedom; near sparkling, shimmering
Sun-kissed seas
And the never ending sound of the tides
Gently pushing and pulling

Desirous again
To join Cousteau
On Calypso

Exploring
Marvelling
Gardening

His sea - my garden
At present I see
All of this as mine



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Off the main road

This is the open road
Hedgerows
Brambles
Hawthorns

If I knew
The names
Of all the species
I could be here for hours

Trees
Windblown trees
Alone
In the middle of fields

The first town
Though it could be most anywhere
Is five and one half miles
Away

A lifetime's walk
For a smaller sentient being
Or for those who talk
But hardly ever leave home

Off the main road
Out into the country
Farmyards and gates
Fetes named Walled Garden

Irrigation pipes
Laid over ground
Overgrown
Leaking

Coppice
Or
Clumps
Of historic woodlands

Overhanging
Leaf branch tunnels
Take me
Out into the sunlight

Back
On to the open road
To be home
Way before nightfall


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Psychological warfare

Friends talk of trauma
Of tough lifetimes
Of undue cruelty
And harsh associations

They talk with love
Deserve
For care
Soon to be rewarded

That time is here
In the saddlebag a mirror
For connections
To be fair reflected

Past troubles
Softened with hugs and
Embraces; quiet places
Found together

Fear, the muteness of dejection
Silently rejected
Even without
One word of reply

That was
Psychological warfare
For which
All are unprepared

Here love is clear
In these hands a cradle
For cares
Safely to be swayed

Past doubts
Smashed with endless action
With energetic research
Dashed with boundless fun


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Unregulated oblivion

Darkness she fairly
Scared you
Feared you there
Of the morning light

Never to be awakened
By mother
By nature or
Her morning knights

The sleep is such a treasure
Unregulated oblivion
Safe places
Safe and alone

Deep into darkness
Never to be awakened
Never to hear the cry

The joyful cry of life
Of happiness and bliss
Of softness or soft lips kissed

Darkness she now so rarely
Scares you
Without fear you bathe
In her golden morning light

Forever to be wakened
By mother, father and son
By brothers, sisters and lovers
Awakened by everyone

And all
Of those who site
The feared darkness of night



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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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