Simple Complications

Don't want expensive presents
Would rather share
What it is already bared

Walk by both the faces
Still and turbulent races
Thoughts more clear

A path to steer
Day by day
Hopes with care to stay

Talk of misdemeanours
Or exclusions from faraway
Long lost conversations stray

Or better; wow, find words of now
More worthwhile
You and I to softly smile

Simple complications
Debates of long passed stations
Hang on for a while

Wait just a moment won't you
Debaters they share, don't they
Caring for a victor, either way

Why then (sic)
Is it in any way nostalgic
To wear a stripy scarf

Or a bead on a wrinkled wrist
To choose again for time
To be of value; time

The essence of being
The chance to gather up
Those years of disparate thoughts

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A String Of Burnished Beads

With a pastel
Or a palette
An artist's card, or canvas

An abstract creation
Of many colours
I opened the door

So slightly
A slit
Upon my simple thoughts

With mellow music
A soft guitar
A singer, or a cowboy

Mystic collaborations
Of many others
I pushed the wedge

To edge my mind
Out west
A little firmer

With words
A writer's pencil
A book of papyrus paper

Inkwell
With mottled blotter
A wisher's list

Dissertation
Of many schemata
Hinges undone

Door swiftly removed
To hang
In its place

A string
Of
Burnished beads

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Passed Beware

In real time
Or replayed in past time
From High Peaks
To East of Lincoln Central

The flaxen fair
Is way passed beware

To steal time
Or misplace those few moments
From absent
To at least just apart

The flaxen fair
Then is almost there

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It Is Just An Idea

Inside
The stone
No way to know

Of haystacks
Engulfed
In spontaneous combustion

There
Though the rain
Bounces off the flat flags

And the aircraft
Outside
Of the dust-filled hangar

Where the late sun
Casts
Its long and lonely shadows

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Folded Cold

Why write the poetry
Why
Read at all of doubt
Small wonder you wonder

To unlock
Past perhaps possessions
Or to confess
And per-chance regress

Redress
The undressed balance
Could it become
A list

Or a letter
Perhaps an aide memoir
Or maybe even a memo
Why yes, yes that is way better

Cold
Unfolded
Bold, as only
Tabloid stationary can be

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