BBB Poem 43

I feel altogether elemental
No, I know it's not the right word
But I have to claim something
Claim the erectness
Claim the fluidity of the moment
In stocking feet, gliding faultlessly
Over the wooden hallway floor
I am here, I am now, I am mindful
That to feel so good is a wonder
Which I ought to breathe in
Which I ought to breathe out
Time, and time, and time again
Of course there are rubbish bins to empty
Dishwashers to unload
New CD’s to be loaded onto the computer
But hey ho
Already today I have watched Lachlan Goudie’s
Awesome Beauty, The Art of Industrial Britain
Which both confirmed my love of nostalgia
As well as my belief in the future of youth
The future of humanity
Who have lived in, and still do live in
A life worth living

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BBB Poem 42

Right now I am sat
In a chair, in a room
With nothing pressing to be done

What would it feel like
To sit in another chair, in another room
With nothing pressing to be done

I think of Buckfast Monastery
Sat in a bedside chair, in a visitors room
With nothing pressing to be done

Rapidly then I think
Of all of those chairs, in all of those rooms
With nothing pressing to be done

I wonder what it means, or feels like
To sit on a chair, in a room
With nothing pressing to be done

The pleasure of the sunlight streaming
As I sat, on a chair, in a room
With nothing pressing to be done

The restlessness, caused by the grey clouds
As I sat, on that same chair, in that same room
With nothing pressing to be done

Allowing the dullness of weather to affect me
As I sat, on a chair, in a room
With nothing pressing to be done

To see the red leaves, brightened by the rain
As I sit, on that chair, in that room
With nothing pressing to be done

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BBB Poem 41

It is the day when I said I would start walking
Of course it is raining, but only a fine drizzle
Yet still sufficient to delay my departure

It is the fifth day of the cricket test match
Between England, and the West Indies
Much had been made before this game

About the poor state
Of West Indies cricket, some
Said terminal decline

Yet here, on the final day, they are
Still in with a chance
Albeit some say, a small chance

Seventeen minutes to go until lunch
Two hundred and fifty runs
Are needed for victory

Or eight wickets have to fall
Before defeat could be
Some say would be, confirmed

All around me
I have distractions
To save me from the walking

Yet it is the cricket commentary
Yes, TMS is the itch
Which I simply cannot foil to scratch

I ought to tell you
That I recently bought a cagoule
Especially for

Changeable weather such as this
I see it now staring out at me
From the chair back

The LBW shout is given not out
My new coat’s shout
Is given not out

The Test Match Special team move on
To discuss ways of playing bridge
They too are also so so easily distracted

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BBB Poem 40

Are you the one who
Cries out for the heartache of love
Do you seek
The let's make up and move on of love

Is it you who
Fashioned the doubt and the despair of love
Do you truly
Desire the nay never a care of love

Can you not be the one
Who says back off, and beware of love
Are you the one who
Goes after the smouldering stares of love

Do you seek
To hear the screams, for the sake of love
Is it you who
Listens, longing for the soulful song of love

Do you truly
Inspire the dare, for the lingering kiss of love
Can you not be the one
Who holds the painful hit and miss of love

Are you the one who
Who is fearful of the diss, the distance of love
Do you seek
To tour the alps, to savour the swizz of love

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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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