Framed

Drawn in by a picture of you

Vermillion skies rage for two

Elemental minds seep on through

Drawn in by that picture of you

Dawn of night, it's twilight's clue

Evening primrose turned on two

Sedimental sighs weep askew

Dawn of night with silent dues

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Bearing Gifts

Only me, the view and the squirrel

To think of you on your free day

How far from freedom will you be?

Caught up, in others negligence

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Leaf by Name

In those branches I see my name

Those very same initials

As on the schoolboys satchel

That only-one nomenclature 

With which I sought out fame

Famous as a bright spark

Famous as a talented kid

Famous as a footballer

Who could hit the dustbin lid

Years have moved one

The breeze still waves the trees

As it did down by the stream

Trout tickled quiet under water

Grass marks on my knees

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Diss

This stretch of anathema

Is as long, and as wide

As the boulevards of grace

It is an indirect virtue

Short on waste

I imagine it takes its queue

From my minds

Occasional sorrowful state

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Tilt at True

If all I've seen

Was seen by you

What would that mean

On days I'm blue

If all those trips

Were then with you

It begins to seem

A shade undue

On a February night

3 years after 2002

I feigned to dream

Of separate clues

If all I've heard

Of stories told

The presence is there

Though passions cold

& the word is out

It's the word he loved

To be seen and heard

By the softer gloved

Under starlit skies

By mountains blue

To caress her soul

His sight askew

To praise her body

& intricate mind

To develop a crush

Such a thing of a kind

If all he'd seen

In that morning light

Was the flash of line

Infilled with slight

He could not let go

Driven by his own deceit

His urge arose, he ached

At large for the least receipt

In too deep

To see his rose

He grasped the petals

Tore at her clothes

The end had been

Exceptionally clear to view

What did it mean

As he wept, for love of blue

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