Away With The Fairies

I was taken, snatched in that instant of writing

I was becalmed by the patch of light on my arm

I thought I had forsaken peace and truth and love

That to be mistaken was sure sign of the silken glove

I chose to wait, to compose, or become composed

I rose to find the style of argument I once proposed

I rested, as if I had a case to be relieved of; unloaded

I am less of those idiosyncrasies that killed my charm

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Almost Lost

Smile

Eyes of love

Eyes

Wherever you have been

Here you are gathered

Precious

Full of surprises

Flowers, petals, columns

Stroked mechanics, pistons

Love awakened by love

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Down To

I don't have

Much money

Is there nothing else

We could talk about

I once loved you

My dearest honey

It’s there as a clue, to why

You went out on walkabout

I'd rather it be sunny

Than always raining down

This filthy lucre; it’s not funny

How she keeps us falling out

Still, as long as you’ve

Spit your dummy

There sure ain't nothing

Else we can talk about

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Bundle

Stéphane Mallarmé is known

As the poet of nothingness, yet his poem Sigh

Breathes with, conjures up the all of our life

Alongside the bargain

The might of the all of our nothingness

All and nothing, associates absolute in life 

He gave it his all, but

Nothing came from the wanton cry

Would that the yellows and blues, past hues

With their dues duly forgiven, be riven from

The posts and the protestations, sensationally

Lost in the symbolic cost of a burning goodbye

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Surest Love

It’s her surest love, that’s what she’s surest of

He’s home to stay, he’s never gonna go away

Then her sad refrain - he’ll soon be back again

Tell me o surest love, what are those words you say

Your song only yesterday, he’s never gonna go away

Then that railway train - will he ever be back again?

Hear that mellow blow; the horn and the piccolo

She’s lost her surest love, downtown he’s a gigolo

With her he’s left his stain - will he be back again?

She mourns the loss; gone to the Lesbos Isle from Kos

She’ll paint again, from lover’s love she will abstain

She’ll still feel the pain - ever will he, be back again?

The boats faraway have sailed, he’s left no mail

His muse and his minder, over the seas to find her

Remind her of heroes slain - never going there again

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