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Wednesday, 5 February 2014

Conscious

Into the deeper
Explorer
Venture each day
Minds rich wilderness


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

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

Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Base

Approached by stones
Frost laid on open ground
Touched as we wake


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

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

Monday, 3 February 2014

Wireless

Late night words
Cling to the absurdity
I heard your voice
Return from obscurity

Leave well alone
Ring borne of insecurity
You had a choice
To deal with my immaturity

Don't make too much
Sing down the dawn illusory
As with James Joyce
The day is a tad delusory

Just say goodbye
Back to the incredulity
The crickle-crackle noise
Feign time wasted on surety

Late night words
Lingers of past perfumery
Turn thoughts to sensual toys
Schooners of sexual buffoonery

Leave well alone
Just say goodbye
Don't make too much of it
Just say goodnight


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

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

Sunday, 2 February 2014

700th Second Chance

Back to the bubble
As if on a wished return
To true love mothers womb

Thin as gossamer skin
Translucent shades of the rainbow
Float on the familiar warm breeze

Ache for this cocoon
As if its shelter fits
The damned and the doomed

Unstable as the Zeppelin 
Fearful of passion and flame
Plummeting through the sky

Yet one more try
Flawed belief in faith
Warmth of miscast imagination


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

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

Saturday, 1 February 2014

Preoccupation

On and on, relentless
In the slimmest of downbeat moments
Her august remains remain true to doubt

It is of course an anniversary, of sorts
A night of immaculate conception
Brought on by dance and determination

He wasn't why we parted, more why we started
To move from the cast aways dreams
To the schemes for abject survival

Twenty years on, in a motorway cafe
On of the fine rim of daylight despondency
It is the deep dark bowl of love in which I swim


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

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