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Thursday, 13 November 2014

The Love And Death Of Poetry

I love my toes
With the diabetes
Heaven knows

Those long ball throws
All began
In the spring of toes

I love my fingers
Words written
So as not to ring her

Soft touch that brings 
Her nearer now
To my loaded Dillinger


Wednesday, 12 November 2014

Flip Aside

I don’t know myself
Although I do know
That I easily get annoyed
And that often I smile

One night in drizzle
A long way from any home
I waited for a late night bus
In a happy state of mind

One day in sunlight
Sat out on the back step
I waited, not knowing for what
In my beleaguered muddle

I don’t know myself
Although I do know
That often I smile, and
That I easily get annoyed


Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Back A Life

Zodiac signs from distant times
Did you too once believe in love
On the late night bus
To the party in the field

Then along came the moment
When you felt you almost
Remembered those moments


Monday, 10 November 2014

Small Joys

Bright lights
In the morning mist
Fence-top & hedgerow
With the lightest dewdrop
Each sous ever so slightly kissed

Resist the fall to maudlin
As if old times pasts are past
Psyche & aura
Become the brightest crop
Vous de vous - to the very last

Distant piano keys
Tap out the sounds of Liszt
Love’s near; autumn days
Decline to faintness, fail to hope
All of all we are the ones left to cope


Sunday, 9 November 2014

Hollow Winds

Far apart
Hills, valleys
Epochs of understatement

Sat, stood
Eyes over water
Eyes lifted, up to sky

Stillness & vast frustrations
To have loved
To have lost

Back, to the dammed upstream
Start over
Listen to the rows and arguments

Far apart
Older generations
Impatient with their lust