Hemswell Cliff Antiques

I feel like a young man
But how old am I
They look like old people
But how young are they

Would it help
If we knew each others story
Would it make a difference
To make structural alterations
And provide surface decoration

I feel like an old man
But how young am I
They look like young people
But how old are they

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What We Make Of Life

I am missing my half-way cup of coffee
It would have been about this time
Instead I listen to the dishwasher
And the upstairs floors creaking

I might forget the days
This one is a Monday
I won’t forget the nights
Still, quiet, aloud in passion

I had the dreams
Of a man on vacation
Engaging, satisfying, no trouble
And a few of my favourite people

Now the domestic noise is gone
And I listen to the wind
(Always thinking of King Crimson)
I look out onto leafless trees

Tomorrow will be aTuesday
Already the dishwasher begins again
The doves and pigeons are fluttering
The distant factory is in full production

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More Or Less

The gloss is the gloss
The words have no more
Or no less meaning

The body is bathed in light
The same light today
As two thousand years ago

The reflections are the reflections
The thoughts have no less
Or no more meaning

The mind is bathed in silence
The same silence today
As two thousand years ago

The dreams are the dreams
The deeds have no more
Or no less meaning

The soul is bathed in love
The same love today
As two thousand years ago

The life is the life
The rewards have no less
And no more  meaning

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Mergers

I am grateful for what I gift
I am grateful for what I am gifted

In these contemplator’s moments
There are many images
Colours, faces, textures, places
Where history traces has best it can

And with the magical re-enacting
Of the opening of the Russian dolls
My mind is able to catwalk, and strut
Let go, with the speed of a lava stream

And it means something, to have
The bird feeder, beside the swirling chimes
To have the yellow wheelbarrow
Hold down the straying of the purple tent

And now with time for reflection
To produce a record for the archives
Such that in twenty years time
I will be able re-enact this moment

I am grateful for what I gift
I am grateful for what I have gifted

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Writing As A Pick Me Up Cure

This morning, even with the
Sunlight, and Tumblr’s fabulous
Pictures, I could become morose

It is what I do, with or
Without you, with or without
That great poet Pablo Neruda

This morning I am aching, it
Is a pain I carry, after the
Terrible falling

It is what I do, with or
Without you, with or without
That great painter Mark Rothko

This morning I am dishevelled
In an untidy room, that is painfully
Slow on the road to progress

It is what I do, with or
Without you, with or without
Those great meditation teachers

This morning I hear the birdsong
And pick up my fountain pen
At least then, as when with you, I am happy

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