September in the sunshine
Breakfast in the bay
A pavement cafe actually
Beside a crying child's affray
Why not add a rack of sourdough toast
Why not make the most
Of what the day has to offer
Of what the mind might proffer
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Wednesday, 3 January 2018
Tuesday, 2 January 2018
BBB Poem 52
The beachcombers are by the sculpture
Metal detectors in their hands
I walk across the pebbles to the sculpture
Not though to the sound of marching bands
It's what I've heard called a shingle beach
Where you have to walk in single file
It's not safe to be caught coyly holding hands
Rather Plus-Fours could be your chosen style
They'd have them in the gentleman's outfitters
And, to be honest, you'd look rather grand
What with the Barbour, and the Burberry
And the shooting stick with which to stand
Metal detectors in their hands
I walk across the pebbles to the sculpture
Not though to the sound of marching bands
It's what I've heard called a shingle beach
Where you have to walk in single file
It's not safe to be caught coyly holding hands
Rather Plus-Fours could be your chosen style
They'd have them in the gentleman's outfitters
And, to be honest, you'd look rather grand
What with the Barbour, and the Burberry
And the shooting stick with which to stand
Monday, 1 January 2018
BBB Poem 51
It's time for a light meter check
As the videographer films inside the old boat
It's time for a nod, a shake of the head
A young man, tries
To keep his telephone love afloat
It's time for the race day final preparations
The riders are en-route, to be here by three
The commentators rehearsals are in full swing
He has an excitable voice
I look quietly out to sea
As the videographer films inside the old boat
It's time for a nod, a shake of the head
A young man, tries
To keep his telephone love afloat
It's time for the race day final preparations
The riders are en-route, to be here by three
The commentators rehearsals are in full swing
He has an excitable voice
I look quietly out to sea
Sunday, 31 December 2017
BBB Poem 50
You reach for the unreachable
Yet are unable to haul the boat ashore
You turn to philosophy
To other men's observations
Yet you say that you are indifferent
To the indifference
It is only a superficial statement, nothing at all
To do with the reflections of love, of poetry
You would take off your shoes and socks
Roll up your cotton chino trousers
Stride out into the water, wilful
To haul the boat ashore
Yet the vessel is empty
She is in there no more
Nothing now but the defections
The deflections of love, and poetry
Instead you sip your cold coffee
Rock a little while, in your rocking chair
Nothing now is nothing, nor as it ever was
Yet are unable to haul the boat ashore
You turn to philosophy
To other men's observations
Yet you say that you are indifferent
To the indifference
It is only a superficial statement, nothing at all
To do with the reflections of love, of poetry
You would take off your shoes and socks
Roll up your cotton chino trousers
Stride out into the water, wilful
To haul the boat ashore
Yet the vessel is empty
She is in there no more
Nothing now but the defections
The deflections of love, and poetry
Instead you sip your cold coffee
Rock a little while, in your rocking chair
Nothing now is nothing, nor as it ever was
Saturday, 30 December 2017
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
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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