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Thursday, 25 September 2014

Ticking Clock

It is six years gone by
Since I determined to do
Something with my writing

Last night Kate said  
If you want your poetry
To be so personal
If you want to make it
So difficult to understand
Why do you continue
To put it out there

My swift retort
Was that Hilary Mantel
Said not to underestimate
The ability of your readers

The true response
Of course would
Have caused much self-hurt
Led to more hours than years
Of pitiful, introspective
Selfish investigation


Wednesday, 24 September 2014

Fizz

He was in the woods
I searched for solace
His words did good
I found a palace

I sort of understood
Perhaps I settled
In his mood, his light
I slowed the peddles

The easel set up
Vermillion threatened
A zillion words later
I always mention you


Tuesday, 23 September 2014

Heritage

Such is the sun
That falls on Stirling Castle
You took too much time to run
You crazy loving rascal

There is no touch
No air abreast to gather
The love that crushed
As love no longer mattered

Portcullis in your reach
With palette of pastel
You overstretched the breach
Love creature of Stirling Castle


Monday, 22 September 2014

Rite

In the back place
A slightly quieter place
Respite from the chapel

With leaves strewn 
Where bodies swooned
For the love of Kingdom

To royal tomb
By paupers womb
Love is the good thing done


Sunday, 21 September 2014

Bosh

With an impersonators skill

Complete with arm movements
& pointed finger
We are given another chapter
In the latest saga
Of the destructive monologues

Through fizzling gritted teeth
& pursed lips
We hear the detritus
Of dad’s worldly thoughts
& guidance for youths to follow