Swing

Sat by Infinity Bridge

Eyes cast across the water

Canoeists venture out

Cut through the breeze blown tide

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

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Verminous

Listen to the crows

Feel the scrunched up skin

That says you need to sleep

Forget the dreams

Of work place disorganisation

& mixed up appointments

Those guys

They were just trying

To catch you out

You don't need

Those sorts

Of so called colleagues

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

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Labour

The lads set off up the fairway

They must have started before eight

There looks to be a bit of banter

The bar will be busy till late

The mower trims the greens

Blades all sharp and true

He's been a lifetimes groundsman

He returned, as just one of the few

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

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Interwoven Nights

The lights here are down

Your crown lies unadorned

In time of scrub and thorn

Pour scorn on sweet surround

Darkness knocks at my door

Holds herself steady by my window

In the yard

A quiet candlelit conversation

I have no way of explanation

To explore is purely conducive

The reduction in pace

Is surely partly seduced

By tips of steel on stone

In this place not home

Roams the mind, kindly

Sign the art as untouched

We said as much didn't we

On the way to implication

That to explore is conducive

To the boy child’s birth-bed

Dark of night outside

All along the sea front’s fret

Pain, anger, joy, touch

Delirium, care, guidance

Parents to be by chance

Uselessness personified

Seaside, dark of night outside

All along the promenade

Mystic; myths in the making

Aching to scream; yes, yes

Father, son and mother

Uselessness exonerated

I can see my fingers

But little is self evident beyond

I can hear my shirt ruffle

But no sounds of air conditioning

I could think of precise moments

Yet delve instead into beautiful emotions

I could tell of powerful interruptions

Yet instead I sell rights to curious commotions

Aircraft engines are louder in the silence

Joyful conviviality is drowned out

By the absence of light or movement

The shadow-puppets loom with menace 

A table for eight my dear

We were a little late, but no matter now we're here

A bottle of your best white wine, mon frier

& a pint of finest, frothy, German beer

Our bodies warm to one another

Arousal is imminent

We stroll to the beach-side bar

Quaff the ice cold draught Peroni

Served in their neat one pint glasses

We listen to upbeat feel good music

You and me girl, now and always

We are the good time bar people

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

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Reverence

Every day a colour
Even when that colour is black
All of time to cover
You know he is not coming back

Brotherly love
In the diner queue
The days move on
With Irish stew

Every day a colour
Even when that colour is black
No point mistreating her
In the roadside lovers shack

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

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