Given Words

I cannot read

More than one page at a time

The concentration is not with me

Instead I look east, or west

To blue grey skies

To pink and golden sunsets

Further south, small fluffy clouds

Wisps of joy for my feeble mind

Through the flat fields of East England

Farmlands; diggers dig new ditches

Beyond the grain store a smokestack

Beyond the straw bales a chapel

Our shadows speed over the stubble

Dusks gentle conversation is calming

The sun on the last day she gave me

Hope that there will always be hope

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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Bile

Sickness that follows death

Doubts in place of certainties

Sourness in the once sweet soul

Words spit out; no more so softly spoken

But tomorrow we’ll be singing

Yes tomorrow we’ll all be singing

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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Why? Is it because

All that stuff

About falling in love

& breaking up

Lah de lah de lah

All those times of waking up

Beneath the crescent moon

Some sunny day in June

Lah de lah de lah

Why? Is it because

All the rough

Of making up

From broken love

Lah de lah de lah

Thank the Lord above

For clear blue skies

& raking up the past

Lah de lah de lah

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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Fireplay

Each turn turns a smile

Playful with precision

Reasonable indecision

Beside harbored doubt

Every hour, every day

Flowers and unfortunate

Scours were praised in our

Songs heartfelt to empower

Each hope turns on hope

Decayed by days of derision

Unreasonable prohibition

Sold our sensations short

Every sour word spoken

Some token of loss, lost flames

The old fires of burning desire 

Retired out of the embers

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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Confidence

His name was

No I would rather protect his identity

It could have been Kirsty or Eileen

Holly or Darren or Imogen

But it was

No everyone ought to be allowed privacy

It could have been Sarah or Alexander

David or Peggy

Yet it was he who thought

He could outwit Dara O’Brian

Small stage

Bright lights

Haze of smoke

Loud conversation

He walked on stage well enough

Smiled at the audience

Made to start talking

Then he froze

Not a word

Not a single word

Mute

Not a word

But he stood still

He stood still and firm

Still not a word

But he stood still

He stood still and firm

Someone started laughing

Then cheering began

His silence had them in fits

He turned to leave the stage

“Your go Dara” he said

With a thumbs up to the crowd

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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