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Sunday, 6 November 2022

It isn’t all about certainty

It isn’t all about certainty
Or even being sure
It’s more to do with doubts
And their escalations

He didn’t have charm
Or even charisma; always in a rush
Yet in truth achieving no more
Than his friendly, courteous colleague

Though perhaps he was in pain
Maybe his partner told him over breakfast
That their relationship was over
But he could still be a friend

What does that word mean
Friend; close friend, very close friend
How close can friendship go
Towards the boundary called intimacy


Saturday, 5 November 2022

Co-ordinates

Co-ordinates

Co-ordinated


In the one space

Endless silence

Endless conversations


Where are we

Without

Some form of communication


So why not write

To a loved one

Half a lifetime away


For to leave it to the gravestone

Or in the graveyard

That sentiment is way too late



Friday, 4 November 2022

How much sophistication

How much sophistication

Or metred regulation

How far the syncopation

Or rather de-strangulation


The high rise of academia

Intellect-flexing perestroika

Simulate the stimulators

Who carry on carrying on


Let it go why don’t you

Leave your angst

In the bonded warehouse

With your certificates & diplomas


Natural light

Real conversations

So go follow the trails

Of being, simply being



Thursday, 3 November 2022

What’s the relationship

What’s the relationship

Between seeded flapjack

And an attractive young woman


What’s the sense

Of building up your hopes

Only to be disappointed


And why on earth

To take the extra shot

In your large Americano


Some folks clear their tables

While others work away

On their Apple laptop


Can you identify

The poem or the poet

Or the international chain




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Wednesday, 2 November 2022

In such uncertain times

In such uncertain times

When uncertainty

Rubs us up, and along

Each and every day

It is somewhat odd

That resolution rests

On those very days

When doubt

Was way more prevalent


What then is the relevance

Of almost half a life

In the great scheme

Of self-defence

Or self-deference

Surely the lights simply shine

As and when they want to

Or maybe, yes just maybe

Life really does have patterns