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Friday, 17 January 2014

Influential: I Don’t Think So

There are a good few of you out there
Neither in this phase or the other phase
Not fully included nor excluded entirely

From one day to the next in uncertainty
Past masters of being sat on the fence, though
Safe enough from being hung out to dry

Thanks to no real responsibility, no authority
No executive decision-making powers
A sideline commentator, a part-time visionary 

One who points out the cock-ups before they happen
But a man powerless in terms of prevention
Not great for a CV that’s for sure

But who ever got anywhere
Using the unmitigated truth
C'est la vie


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

Available as ebook from Kindle
or as a homemade print book, and audio cd from  poetryshop 

Thursday, 16 January 2014

Our World of Purples & Blues

Our world of purples & blues
Our world of Arabs & Jews
Our world of thoroughbred truths
Our world

Our world of dyes and stains
Our world of pleasure that pains
Our world of time and again
Our world

You came in shades of flowers
You came so deep into the night
You came in variegated patterns
You came with fair & certain rights

Our world of purples & blues
Our world of Arabs & Jews
Our world of thoroughbred truths
Our world

Our world of lovers that hate
Our world this perilous state
Our world of temptress & fate
Our world

You came to me from ancient
You came to me from time
You came to me so patient
You came in an inkblot design


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

Available as ebook from Kindle
or as a homemade print book, and audio cd from  poetryshop 

Wednesday, 15 January 2014

Double Two

Twin carburettor
Dual streams of passion
Couplings of chains and silkworms
Ever to be the effervescent
No place for lent
However well meant
I am intent on duplication

The creation of parallel lives
With tales of past and future wives
Knives drawn and daggers sharpened
Harp on about Mneme, indefinitely
She holds her sway, still here today
These six years or more thereafter
As dust in the rafters, her craft
And guile, her half forgotten smile
Combine to taunt & haunt me

Close to the whispering harmonica
Inspired to have found
Such rich and common ground
Her sounds are your sounds
You rebound to her love and care
With care and love
Above all of that
These five years
Or more of a passion
Drawn to draw upon


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

Available as ebook from Kindle
or as a homemade print book, and audio cd from  poetryshop 

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

Precept

It is so easy to forget
Oui, je n'ai aucun regret
It as taken a while, yet
The demons seem to set
With the loss of the abject
Pain, indeed o yes I wept
Once a week in step
Distanced there to bet
Payment for the let
Dust that never swept
Returned by avocet
Ache of deeper debt
Your hold as we met
It is my only one regret
All that I recall I beget
Yet just so soon forget
Of all the times I crept
In nights I never slept
With dreams to intercept
The love of love I kept


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

Available as ebook from Kindle
or as a homemade print book, and audio cd from  poetryshop 

Monday, 13 January 2014

Lief

I wait for the night to fall quiet
Will away the general hum
While the fading roar fall home

In this instance of one indigenous
Not altogether of this part
An instance then of distant county 

I am fair close to the rattling roads
A birthplace for noise
To warn of oncoming locomotion

In this instance of momentum
Or rather call to fading light
An instance of the minutiae

I wait for her steps to walk
Will off the past indifference
While her ageing steps tread on

In this instance of one more deception
Unfair to share as so far apart
An instance of the cruel misperception

I wait for no end of words
Will off the poets cleave
While still to deepen the disbelief


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

Available as ebook from Kindle
or as a homemade print book, and audio cd from  poetryshop