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Tuesday, 30 August 2016

Archipelago

He reads the words he wrote before
He cannot weep, he knows no more

The sun it rises, the day it dawns
So few surprises, in days of scorn

He treads those boards he trod before
He cannot keep on, he shows up no more

The clouds they cover, the cold it sets
There is no lover, it is for the love we bet

He leads the life he prized before
He cannot creep, he sorrows no more



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Monday, 29 August 2016

Academic

I wish that he were sincere, yet I fear not
For he smacks of insincerity

He appears to thrive
On the histories of other mens stories
He walks too calmly for a hero
Through the unseen battlefields

And yet I read on
For his style engages me
His fluency with modern English
Speaks volumes for research, and education

Not that I despise his position
(Although of course I do)
Especially knowing that I have neither
The intellect

Nor the absence of feeling
Which is required for such writing
Or for pontificating
In the establishments ivory towers


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Sunday, 28 August 2016

Bathed In Love

How many more times
Of this thing called love

How many more chores
From the supposed Lord above

It was raining, it was grey
It was another Christmas

The wind was whistling
And I was feeling the cold

Then I saw a photograph
Of you, or someone like you, for
All I could see were your forearms
And your podiatrist's fingernails

As you delicately shampooed
The young orangoutang (who was smiling)
And I thought; yes, this is what love is:

A lifetime
Of the joys of sensation, and touch


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Saturday, 27 August 2016

Working Out

With the guide of life’s compass
I see you by the willow tree
With the life of my guide
I will that you were free

In the divide that I encompass
I see you by the wildest sea
With the indivisible stride
I will that you were as me

All thoughts subside, then pass
I see you, the prized eulogy
With no place left to reside
I will this time to believe


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Friday, 26 August 2016

Preparing For Guests

In this bath
At once to be transported
To the spa
Beside the Giants Causeway

With these hands
At once to become the sculptor
With China Clay
Papier-mâché and potters slip

Thus to contemplate, and
Mould
Thus to feel the breath, and
The heartbeat

In this house
At once to be welcomed, and
With these easy words
To offer you thoughtful gestures


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