Vulture

One of you said I would look good in green

But it was to be many years before I saw

The pullover in an Amsterdam window

Another of you said it was the colour and texture

Of the grass-plain, in the museum quarter

And would be inordinately expensive

One of us didn’t visit this city; I often reflect on

That being a part of one of our heritages

Another us, we came together, I rather imagine

I wait for you both; you, my past and present

Incarnates; in love with two women, one

Now and one a somewhat distant memory

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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KL 1490

It is the simplicity, there to make one more attractive

In this case a cloth belt, wrapped twice around the waistline

Just sufficient, to create the outline of the female form

Adding to the beauty of this world everlasting

The flight represents the spread of nations, humanity

On the move. We question the goodness of people

I am inclined to think more good, maybe many more

Kate is inclined to think less good, maybe many more less

Beside me the passenger reads 

Chapter XIII of William and the Ancient...

We do not share conversation. I write these few words

To remind me of a Saturday morning, the first in April

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Overdone

I didn’t go to meditation

I didn’t go on a spiritual retreat

I didn’t have a soothing massage

Nor have reflexology for my feet

Mostly I did nothing, nothing

Neither in nor out of doors

I didn’t go big city shopping

Nor set-to, on washing the floors

First plans fell by the wayside

Taking the wind out of our sails

Snowfall and the fearful frost fright

Forced the horse-racing off the rails

We did drive out into the country

For a pale ale and pub pie lunch

We walked through the graveyard

To hear our footfalls crisply crunch

I didn’t offer up much excitement

My conversations so slow to start

I hope I didn’t mean to mislead you

Your place is firmly in my heart

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

Available as ebook from Kindle
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Familiar

So that is the holiday over

That is the holiday done

It’s been an odd old time

I fear for my oldest son

Yet how might I have lived

In a small house, no work

Nothing much to aim for

But pastimes & a dog to run

That we don’t communicate

Itself a self evident truth

I broke him as a young boy

My parting was a loaded gun

Lust took me from his mother

My ambition; to set myself free

All I wanted wasn’t enough

After the rough I chased the fun

He doesn’t like what he sees

Thinks I’m full of fancy stuff

A tuppence a’penny millionaire

See, it is his clarity that I shun

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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

Wim Wenders

Darling that was

From a long time ago

So long ago

I don’t remember

It was before

The Jews Harp

& the judge you told

You don’t remember

He takes a Polaroid

Yet knows for sure

It will not show

What he sees at all

He makes

A telephone call

To go nowhere

Except on the road

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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