BBB Poem 39

There is a fine drizzle
After several days of dry weather
The water butt is slowly filling
Following several days of emptiness

The grass is dampness over dew
And the petals gather droplets
The woodpile is also overcome
From tinder core, to surface damp

The cricket match carries on
Into the fifth day, at Headingley
The result is still in the balance, pray
A conclusion is reached before the rain

There was a fine drizzle in the North
After several days of neat Jersey weather
The night time bus stop was mine
After several hours on the darkened train

These thoughts are of lightness over blue
As the memories of old push on in
There is a family where I am going
There is a family where I have been

There is a big-game football match
This coming weekend, at Hillsborough
I will be welcomed back after my absence
Though no conclusion I fear is expected

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BBB Poem 38

I look at thousands of images on Tumblr
In the public realm
Then I find one of you, in my private collection

I read hundreds of inspirational quotations
Offered to all and everyone
Then I find a poem, for you

I listen to dozens of my own written words
Recorded over time
Then I hear your voice, on a ferry

I have a book delivered, by a courier
On this day of fine rain showers
I decide that I will find one for you

I aim to take a bath, to soak, and meditate
To contemplate upon my navel
I think of our bathroom, where peace reigns

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BBB Poem 37

It is you who keeps me warm
Not the loose words
Written of, or for, anyone other

It is you who saved me
From the eye of the storm
To become my real life true lover

It is you who I have to warn
I have somehow to be, to be
So pray, be light, do not smother

It is you who makes you torn
Better not to analyse so, instead
Let love help you, to rediscover

It is you who I wake by in the morn
You, who brought me to your bed
To watch, as slowly I did recover

It is you, whose doubts I duly scorn
Whose mind and body, when held firm
Gift the light, gift the leave to suffer

It is you, who waves to me with smiling eyes
You, with your once tearful eyes reformed
The love to build us up, the way to be tougher

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BBB Poem 36

The stillness of the early morning
As seen over the corner of the roof
Of next doors bungalow

It is still because it is early
It is early because I woke early
Not though to see the stillness

Nor particularly to listen to
Tallulah Bankhead, reading Dorothy
Parker’s poem Telephone Call

O what a performance
O what a performance
O how early in the morning

Awake as the light broke
As the darkness gifted the day
As the day took over

And said to me
Look at the roses
Look at the garden, which is still

It is still, because that is how days do begin
Days begin that way because I wake early
I wake early because how else

To catch the stillness
To feel the stillness
To record the stillness

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BBB Poem 35

I saw images
Call them visualisations if you will
Indescribable objectivity
Shrouded in mists
With several layers of substance, and shadows
A monochrome display
Yet with tone
Yes with lots of tones
Tones to set the spirits dancing
Tones to bring the meditation to life

A meditation on love
A meditation on breathing
A meditation on those most important words
I am here for you my love
Darling, I am here for you now
I was in the present moment
The suns heat warmed my painful shoulder
I was sat before the thriving plum tree
Which I had rescued a few winters past
Whose fruit was now coming to fruition

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