Butterflies

And ten years on
I hear that song
As if yesterday was today

There, down The Strand
With your voice firmly in command
Your beauty at sway, there as if to say

On Cartworth Moor, as a lad
Away from places poor
In cricket whites
With disco lights
A time I was so sure

Yet to endure, the end of a romance
As Christmas came apart from love
To be told, no more; o broken heart
You were a broken boy that day
That day, just as any other

On Cartworth Moor, as a dad
Away from traces dour
With afternoon sights
Of clover so bright
This time I wasn’t so sure

Yet to the lure, of ones mum
And ones wider family drum
To be told how good you are
Even from distances far
That day, just as any other

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Something Comes Upon You

It was that quirksome I moment
Which I know you also encounter
It was home alone in the oneness
With each move or breath we make

A pause for the soul
With no one to pass by
An effortless experience
With joy to wonder why

So I steadied the ship
And entered another’s text
Into the hard-back black-book
After A what is to come next

But it is On Raglan Road
Where first I must tread
Once more towards The Gresham
Where men of Cloth are fed

Knowing all the while
That there the doppelgänger runs loose
Catching me by the coattails
With her glimpse for a noose

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Introvert Love

I watched two videos yesterday
Poetry videos of the poem
How To Love Your Introvert

First a dreamy theme
Accompanied by a piano
A male voice, with slight echo
But the star was a woman
A woman, a bed, a house
A forest with leaf filled floor
A woman swimming underwater
And of course a view over the lake

Second, the author himself reading
Kevin Yang in a solo performance
At a poetry slam, where his words grow
As the clear encouragement
Of the audience builds up
Especially as the vehicle
Of their transmission, as he smiles
Is laughter

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After Life

No, you are right, it is true
I don’t know anyone
Who has come back from the dead
And there have been plenty of good guys
And of course my mum

These few words spring to mind
As I see the fridge magnet
Of the fallen soldier sailor
A memento of his passing
A young man taken too soon

And how he smiles
And how well they spoke of him
Yet for all the tears on that day
He has not, to my knowledge
Made a second appearance

What chance then I
With way less well-wishers
What hope for my re-emergence
From beyond the pearly gates
If indeed that is my destination

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HL IV

I let the essence stay with me
I do not push it away
I take it upstairs with me
Happy that it chooses to stay

I sort out the bookshelves
For any poetry that’s gone astray
I feel the feeling weaving within me
Today could be that very same day

I let the tick-tock of my mind
Carry the connections from here to there
I take the bigger clock of time
To carry the seconds without a care

I ask that the thoughts come to me
You might say I encourage them to pair
I wonder at my own sense of being
As I move off towards my lair

I listen to her walk through the fair
With no thoughts of a wedding day
I hold the translucence, I do not scare
I am happy, and also so so ready to play

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