Woman

Woman, close & gentle, soft of touch

Peace of equilibrium

Holder of all natural love

Fear, to be overtaken, race of time

Urge of temptation, devourer of anxieties

Woman, warm & tender, in proximity

Calm, with balance

Giver of a carers love

Ache, to be unknowing, sweep of feet

Lace of intoxication, chaser of all pain

Woman, near to far, happy of fondle

Still of sobriety

Equally a sharer of conjugal love

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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Fifteen Minutes Without Fame

Smile stranger

You who she hasn't yet met

Raindrops on her settled surface

Sideways shadow, absent fret

Prayer gives her certainty

Such is clear from her pose

She straightens herself from kneeling

Moves as a ghost, from pew to rose

Something close to silence

Shafted, sunlit, stained glass light

Footsteps taken, evenly, with reverence

She is moved by the quiet might

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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Conditioning

I was approached

As I sat quietly

I was warm

Settled and comfortable

I had recently bathed

In that sense then

Of warmth and wellbeing

I had made fair of myself

Forged a sympathetic soul

Who was easily approachable

The approach was swift

Almost in an instant

I felt a cloud enter

With the heat of old love

Among its presence

I could talk of sand dunes

Only you don't know

I could talk of seashores

Only how would I show

If only I could talk, so

The lasting wasn't long, it

Lasted much less than the longing

The casting though was strong

The woman and the boy were

Both deeply & at once belonging

Approaching without warning

Down deep grooved pathways

Not asking to enter, so simply

I was entered; I was warmed

By what I had made of myself

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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Thoughts

Warm clouds of soft mystery
Within the body, yet reachable
Within the mind, but touchable
Reachable and touchable
Just as we reach and touch
For baskets full of emotions
Just as we reach and touch
For nothing is there without her
Except nostalgia and nirvana

Disturbances, subtle with joy
Carrying reality as a thought
No more than a thought, yet
Realisable and visible
Just as we visualise and realise
The wind and the smokescreen
Just as we realise and visualise
That without her there is nothing
Except that which transpires


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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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Platform

She said it was like a fly's eye, the concourse roof

I had the risotto

Served with the pasta, bean, and minestrone soup

We are mostly aloof

Waiting for our northbound train

Will I see you tonight repeats over the tannoy

Could the next tune be a classical refrain

She spooked me with her spoof

Of someone who had lost their mind

Only to find her sat back to back behind

Me, making signs

Of childish amusement

I bought the book on sadness

A treatise on the latest developments

In the psychology of loss and bereavement

As with Tagore I read of civilisations

That continue to dance with their dead

Immersed in the understanding

The self-aggrandisement of life

How grandiose is the spirit

The spirit and the life

Kate had cabbage

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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