BBB Poem 86

I have been unable
To cure myself
Of this long held obsession

I have tried, believe me
Yet every time I throw
Another stone into the water

I smile to myself, politely
I watch the ripples
Dappled and stippled with light

In the deep of night
Her memory is falling
From the moon and stars

As I lay in my bed
I spin the words to thread
The lost love which is calling

Without pad or pen or pencil
I repeat the words
Hoping that my sleep

Will not take them away
But of course it does
So frail is my obsessed mind

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BBB Poem 85

I reach out to nowhere
Not knowing what to touch
I collect scraps and tit-bits
Yet squander so much

I wave a hand at the dark
Not knowing the friend
I undo words, letters also
I undo, to hold back at the end

I am no different
To millions, zillions of men
All who suffered heartbreak
And now gravitate to zen

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BBB Poem 84

I take myself off
To places I’ve never been
I read of our song
So what does it mean

At six in the morning
Already three times awake
Pretty pictures rolling
I think of River Erme intake

From where water was drawn
But at what cost
Where the puppet was played
While the true love was lost

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BBB Poem 83

It’s five-thirty-seven
And the shoulder is sore
I view pictures of brethren
And read words for the shore

Those sands which I walked on
As the sun was to rise
Those steady foot settlements
To feel love, love in those eyes

The door is open
The curtains are drawn
Autumn is the season
And the leaves are shorn

I didn’t mean to reason
I didn’t mean to fawn
I just made mistakes
On the day of the dawn

Like a wheel that turns
With direction unknown
Begging for forgiveness
As you carry the thorn

Nipping, and nattering
And callously borne
Shifting, and shattering
The truth in her eyes

Hoping, yer clattering
So close to despise
Helplessly flattered
By your half-way disguise

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BBB Poem 82

Where is the frustration
Where is the loss
What makes the dreams
Which sources to emboss

In hope is their certain despair
Being alone are we bound to share
With the past is the present
Pour the ladle in effortless pairs

Rides at the fairground
Drinks in the bar
Sad nights at football
Pushing for a step too far

Turning to faith
With an explorers mind
There for the joy of examination
And the diamonds to find

To swirl as in orbit
Or simply to sit and stare
To meditate on peace
And silently be there

With the hope of a song
As beauty walks by
To know of a truth
By having known the lie

Where is the reality
And where is the fake
Here with my own faith
To riddle, to rake

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