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Monday, 10 December 2012

Bounded

Even asleep the heat overwhelms to wake
With perspired skin; here still the prisoner
On the final journey, a courtesan about to fly
A writer to hold the broken lead one last time

Outdoors it is marginally cooler
The draught floats through the open door
Into the courtyard, into the library
Across the road from Grand Central Station

Backalong, in bars and sherbet fountains
We were glad; expectant in high summer
Mad with excitement, pretty dresses
Long legs, friendship, gaiety was all around

Surrounded life closed in & leaves fell
Four seasons, the reason for the winter

Sunday, 9 December 2012

Grasp

So soft and still the irony
Times pasture’s thrill I mean
Rosebuds then tulips
Corn on the cusp
On the turn from green

Youth was never ever lasting
Passed there in between
Here and now and casting
For the love I need to seem

Stickleback  and tickled trout
The hay loft and the stream
Quiet, quintessentially without
The shout of silent lest I mean

That no one knows, or enquires 
Of what I gleam

Saturday, 8 December 2012

Not even frustrated

Downbeat town
Otherwise known as Beirut
Cap and gown frowned
Otherwise known as shoot on sight

Noise
A racket or unjust interference
The down of depression
Is killingly real

Deadbeats, downbeats & druggies
Half life’s and those less hopeful
A bigger question needs a bigger picture
Wiser than government

Inexplicable to the ordinary man
Caught here among the crossfire 
I though don’t feel it
No chance that I can say it

No way for me to contribute to change
This is not a poem
It’s not even coherent
What or why is all that’s left

Undone, hopeless
Nothing
Out of however many
You might wish to score it

Friday, 7 December 2012

Floppy hat, flowered trousers and a ladder

Afternoon
In East England
Lincolnshire, or any other
Back water

Out
In deep & quiet country
A farmyard, a pasture
Or any other roadside stables

Old patient
Younger nurse
A driver without distinction
Or any other clues yet due

Except
College together at Oxford
And
That they spoke so very well

Thursday, 6 December 2012

Redeem this song

Smile; always and forever
The first kiss of late evening
Anticipated excitement
Fingers touch

Missiles miss, much
Thank you, now or never
The first engagement of assistance
Unexpected, tough to come such

Unusual to trip the light fantastic fandango
Under the moons many colours
Detect, introspections hobbled crutch
Unease yet easy & plain to see

Together is the love of kindness
Life it seems redeemed for free