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Thursday, 4 June 2015

Absence Of Free Will

It is not that I am torn
It is more that my mind
Seems to go
Just wherever it damned well chooses

I have been in love before
I am in love again now
Images & memories
Which my mind frequently abuses

If on occasions forlorn
If caught on barbs that bind
I am resigned to follow her
Just wherever she damned well pleases

If to think of the spotlit dance floor
To shuffle so lightly how
With footsteps and body sways
She poses, she teases


Wednesday, 3 June 2015

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Escape
Without words
A mind filled to overflowing
With maps and images
Famous painters
And women's breasts
Still mountain mists
From the east of Saigon

Enter
Into the night time
Wait for quiet to fall
Darkness to take her shadows
Memories of dusk clamber
For your erstwhile attention
Detention is worth the call
From the rest of the world


Tuesday, 2 June 2015

Thin Air

The words hold themselves
I have no way of propulsion
You, where my thoughts go
Might be scared that they lie

Unable to hold or elucidate
I can only wish of their lost ether
Readers, in the lonely rooms
Call out; this is another lovers cry


Monday, 1 June 2015

Aznavour

She
Woman of man's life
Where would we be without 
Her otherwise attractions

He
Man of woman's life
Who would otherwise
Share less undue distractions


Sunday, 31 May 2015

Glow If You Dare

Flames are lowered
Gentle curve of decay amongst the embers
Turn pages of the picture books
Remember those past  Decembers

Lend her the lyric hooks
Sing songs of joy and tenderness
Suppress at once the negative looks
That is no way to send her

Fend off your depression
Close up the downbeat books
With the light of impression
Share her romantic nooks and crannies

Play her Danny and the Champions of the World
Swirl her on to the dance floor
The more you shout, folklore edicts the damsel fair
Rare as sacred through wild air

Care of the curved decay
Whose lowered tones blend her wishes
Superstitious as she has become
Run now, run your words down to the floor

The core is gone
The story flickered, lest it shone