Seed Change

To start again a life rotation
Cycles of learning and doing
The point of it all
To find a truer vocation

How important the location
Easy to say
Overlooking the sea
Taking leave, on vacation

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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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