Advance

Wake with work in your head

For the sake of your soul

Take positive steps

Refresh the urgency of youth

Shake out the seed pods

Focus on the photographic plates

Settle the emerging turn of sunset

Sleep with a love of life in the air

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Friend

Friend

One who always is there to smile for

Better friend

One who is generous to a tee

Best friend

One who often sends you home a little tipsy

Best best friend

One who welcomes your friends as their friends

Friend

Who you shed tears for tonight

Better friend

Who you smile for as you cry

Best friend

Who is there to help however you need it

Best best friend

Who cares with such caring care

Friend and friend please to read this together

Better friend and better friend for you both to roar with laughter

Best friend and best friend; aren't you awful in your southern girlish drawl

Best best friend and best best friend take yourselves a tipple; take one more, for the longer road

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Waver

I could talk of the beauty of the morning

Of how the trees & hedgerows rejoice

Thanks to the refreshment of overnight rain

I could talk of the nights dream:

Suspicions, surveillance, shop windows, sex

Secret steep passages, string linked doorways

Darkness, death & the unwavering love

Of ones own mother

Here a time for contrast

New life, old uncertainties

Draw down your own conclusions

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Scape

To see not one person in the idyllic vista
To long for a certain someone in your arms
Ache at the sight of such immersible beauty
Nights indulgence of angels & spirits charms

I walked down True Lovers Walk
To the river, to the swans
I wandered, as if I was Hyperion
Let them talk, let them bloody well talk

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Sea Facing

Line of sight; cliff-top to cliff-top

Fog settled over sea and land

Echoes of a more confident time

Once majestic four storey terraces

Face proudly towards the shoreline

Their grimy cracked windows amplify

The corrosion of their iron balconies

Their dust covered doors welcome

Only the most unwelcome of guests

Time to turn, and about turn; no

This is not the joyous image

Conjured from strong accents

Reflected in sepia tone sunsets

This is not the leisurely bolt-hole

Where a days work might be rested

Where a nights dreams might begin

The search continues; inland I fear

To be away from the anticipated gear

That one assumes to surround decay

The dismay that is of a lost confidence

A lost purpose on the nations stage

Better the better people be found

I am not the man for it; too big a task

Needs immense imagination, boundless

Energy; for days, and nights, and weeks

Many months and years of rebuilding

Or children and parents & three more

Generations; all washing, washing

Their hands of the struggle, washing

The struggle right out into the sea

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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