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Saturday, 11 January 2020

Conspicuously Inconspicuous

A better turn out tonight
Ten in the congregation
Seven of them women
And nine monks
Including the big one
Who I have not seen
For such a long time

I am warm with the sun
I am warm with the passions
One of the brothers is yawning
Which sends a message
For the big one to sing
Or to concentrate
Where has he been
Where have I been

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
The big man fiddles with his book
Either he has lost his place
Or he had never found it
Now he sings from memory

The new man didn’t face the front
Quite so soon as all the others
One black mark then already



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Friday, 10 January 2020

Intangible Apparition

You have gone
Gone a little further
A little more is lost
Each time I visit
But it is not torture
More it is revelation
A celebration
Although now I celebrate

With thoughts
With words
By reaching into
Those deeper emotions
Of love
Of compassion
Of fear
Of hope

I have lost you
Yet I hang on
I hang on
Resolutely
To life
To living
To memories
To those magical peak experience moments



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Thursday, 9 January 2020

Pressure Off

I am fond of doing nothing
It comes to me with ease
There is nothing better than doing nothing
Except that is the temptation of you to tease

So smile for me this morning
And smile again
As you hand me your Italian scarf
Yes smile as you step in with your calf

I am fond of doing nothing
Or doing exactly as we please
There is nothing better than doing nothing
Other than finding bedlinen to crease

So sneeze for me this evening
And sneeze again
As you hand me your Sicilian overcoat
Sneeze as you unbutton your once mountain goat

I am fond of doing nothing
Or feeling the presence of lust’s disdain
There is nothing better than doing nothing
Besides finding emotions to reign


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Wednesday, 8 January 2020

Metered

I paid to park all day
But you
You were nowhere to be found

I walked East
And West
Past all the old places
And some rather new
I looked among
The countless faces
But you
You were not around

I walked North
And South
Into those secluded alleyways
Of oh so so long ago
I remembered something
Yes I thought of traces
But you
You had gone to ground

I paid to park all day
But
I won’t do that tomorrow


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Tuesday, 7 January 2020

Do Not Disturb

Instead I am going
To take photographs in the chapel
In the wondrous morning light
Before anyone else arrives

I still haven’t remembered my watch
But I feel like a spring lamb
I am fully energised

Another rule broken
There was someone in the chapel
So I had to join the monks for breakfast
Complete with my shoulder bag

Then to my first lovely-jubbly of the day
Courtesy of the waitress
In the cafeteria


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