Contrived
Always in thought
Scarred
He came home
To decorate the tree
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Thursday, 9 May 2013
Wednesday, 8 May 2013
Hist
Words in Amsterdam
With this land, far and
Away from Zen, a place
Of smoke and mirrors
With houses that stand
No, lean; front to back
Side to side; five, six
Seven stories high
Another city centre tram
The praying mantis is
Judaism’s crossed brethren
This hall of talk and jitters
Where tales of remand
Mean leave some slack
Take a ride; jive, fix tricks
Heaven’s door is nearby
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
Vittles
Less clear
The beer
In the restaurant
No fear
We have taken
Our photographs already
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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back
Monday, 6 May 2013
On Landing
Is there phlegm when you cough
The doctor asked
Are there bicycles
In Amsterdam
I should have said
Is the warm head
Another sign
Of my illness, or
Do the busy places
Always burn so brightly
Sunday, 5 May 2013
Vacation’s Begin
Talk is of snowboards
Skateboards without wheels, offers
The grey haired older man
Father
Of the middle aged son
Who is doing most of the talking
Utah we hear is a good place
I therefore presume that these folks
Are related to the founding fathers
Descendants
Of those earlier Boston pilgrims
Otherwise why be in Humberside Airport
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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back
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