BBB Poem 49

I expect many things
When you receive the book
But most of all, yes most of all
I expect the unexpected

For you to be surprised
By my surprise
Would be more than ok
Way more than ok

For you to be ambivalent
About the content
Well I could understand that
It's been a long time after all

But for you to be in denial
To return it without reading
(Which is what I do expect)
That might clear a few horizons

Though for you to take a care
To read the whole thing closely
Pointing out any mistakes
Would be a truly welcome outturn

And for you to be pulsed with joy
Your emotions openly rendered
To a time ever to be remembered
Then that I would love to know

For you to feel the love
Maybe even to share the love
As once I believe you did share love
For that a telegraph would suffice

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BBB Poem 48

The picture isn't especially good
In fact it edges towards pornographic
But doesn't quite make that either
The caption though, the caption lifts it
His hand is fumbling for her crotch
‘Mine, he whispers’
‘Yours, she breathes’
I have no choice but to save it
That is to write down this memory
Of how, for once
The words were worth a thousand pictures

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BBB Poem 47

Maxim is the real deal
I am the great pretender
He writes for a magazine
Makes covers; for books
For LP’s, and CD cases

He is a renaissance man
Looking after the children
While his wife goes to work
Fiona, Maxim’s wife
Is also the real deal

Soon she will have borne
Her fourth impressive child
Also, at our writing group
She continues to set
A most unique standard

Kate, my partner is the real deal too
She married Maxim and Fiona
By the river, outside Hubbards Hills
And again, this time in the park, where
The wedding couple arrived on a tandem

Kate is a renaissance woman
Once an NHS IT project manager
With little knowledge of IT
Now she is an humanist celebrant
Who knows lots about humanity

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BBB Poem 46

I had no intention of jumping into the lake
Anyway it was winter
And I had just left the warmth of your bed
Ok, I had left it for the last time
So I was a little despondent
But me, jump in the lake, no, never

Of course I was sore
That you had asked me to leave
Yet, for the very first time
I saw the frost, in the hollow
On the fifth green of the golf course
But me, too sore, no, never

What is the point of continuing
If you have already made the point
But I will continue
I will reinforce the hurt, and the heartache
Of leaving you, in your warm bed
To think, what is the point of continuing

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BBB Poem 45

The dew is on the grass
Yes I know, I am missing two syllables
But I am singing their song already

The sand is on the beach
Yes I know, that line is not even in there
However, the past is all I have to teach me

For don't you see, no now don't you
The light, so early
The light so surely transports you

For with a tune in the head
And a pot of tea in the hand
God damned youth I wished to kiss you again

Restrained, minimally, as I am
By being the only existentialist
In the room at the moment

If only the Everly Brothers
Had been around
Their sound might well have saved me

Bade me not to walk barefoot in the grass
Nor to pass up the chance
To dance the night away, dance the night away

Yet, all in all, the call has to be made
That it's been a good year for the roses
Highlighted by walking out in the morning dew

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