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Saturday, 9 September 2023

New Poem For Your Return

New poem for your return
Flowers swimming on the breeze
Sunbeams mingle

Jingle in flight across the sky
New poem
Plagued by deconstructive desire
Undone by absence of spirit

Body and soul no longer so strong
New poem
Floating, beaming, weeping willow
Orange blossom full in bloom
Big bright, bright blue sky

Everything of you
New poem
Scattered, shattered thoughts

Slipping like canker
Time without time, without meaning

Without understanding
Broken bonds
New poem
Crystal swings in glory, casting

Rainbow colours in droves
Nature’s curtains hang at ease in waiting
Whilst ladies languor

With their stolen cigarettes

New poem, more love



Friday, 8 September 2023

Drift Wood

One white house
Your memories to unfold
Fisherman’s tales
Told and retold
A lonesome room
On a windswept shore
Children listen
Parents plead for more, for more
Your crevices and cracks
Your driftwood smoking stack
Rhythms and rhymes

Times for laughter into the night
Eyes burning as splinter’s smack
Living alone
Inside your solitary stone
Now painted white
A virgins flight, souls to fright

Was your life
So simple as we surmise
Grilling fish
Sunset, sunrise, no surprise
A simple cloth
Not Cardin or Davidoff
Did you smile
Along the whole five mile
Walking the shoreline
Before the armies came
Was it ever the same
Was it, ever the same
Your stories to unfold
Your history is told and sold
You lie there stark and cold
Within your mind

Are there finer robes of gold



Thursday, 7 September 2023

Preamble: The bramble is in bloom

The bramble is in bloom
The yellow gorse

There's yards and yards of it
The rain speckled rambler
Walks, smiling all the way through
This pathway followed by monks of old
Today's story told
Around last centuries newest abbey
Amongst the twisted vines and lavender
In the bookshop, reading of retreats
Buying Aristotle's thoughts on happiness
The gentle people congregate
Smiling eyes, soft-spoken voices
Back on the moors
Back among magnificent vistas
A thousand years
A million miles

The beauty brings alive

The eyes and the ears
The traveller thanks his lucky stars
Nature has many more surprises
The river rises, in a flash spring spate
Meditation in stained glass surrounds
To a backdrop of glory and giving
Being your brother’s keeper
Contributing for continuing living
Sunshine and showers
Photographs of flowers
Reaching peace
Touching love
Being there
Just being
Immersed in adsorption
Feeling, by being alive



Wednesday, 6 September 2023

Ten; Around Then Anyway

A momentary lapse of…
A reason to believe in dreams
Cobbled stones

Rough-hewn meadow lanes
Summer skies

Children’s joy, butterflies
Bilberry bush, strawberry jam

Birds and bees
Picnics by the big house lake
A fleeting glimpse of…
A season to remember a stinging sense
The cane, caning to care
Wrapped in cotton wool
Playground pranks, slipper and spanks
Education’s cock and bull
A flashing passing of…
An aromatic memory of yesteryear
Tar-macadam steam
Workmen by the brazier
Smelting, melting, snorting, blowing
Machines amortise nature

Blackening the country mile



Tuesday, 5 September 2023

I did not take a black tie

I did not take a black tie
I came to see my mother
Ward 11 said Mary
I left a message, on the mobile

For my brother
I did not take a black tie
I came to see my mother
Ward 11 said Mary
I left a message, on the mobile

For my brother
I did not take a black tie
I came to see my mother
Ward 11 said Mary
I left a message, on the mobile

For my brother
Sugar Diabetes
Broke the best part of my grandfather's life
And my mother’s sister
For ten years she's lived in fear
Of chocolates and cake
And the desire to gorge
The desire to gorge
I did not take a black tie
I came to see my mother
Ward 11 said Mary
I left a message, on the mobile

For my brother



Sugar Diabetes
Broke the best part of my grandfather's life
And my mother’s sister
For ten years she's lived in fear
Of chocolates and cake
And the desire to gorge
The desire to gorge
And here I am at 47
At the end of half a week of visiting

And communicating, and feeling
Yes feeling for the goodness of people

How everyone contributes

And everyone cares
I did not take a black tie
I came to see my mother
Ward 11 said Mary
I left a message, on the mobile

For my brother
Sugar Diabetes
Broke the best part of my grandfather's life
And my mother’s sister
For ten years she's lived in fear
Of chocolates and cake
And the desire to gorge
The desire to gorge
And here I am at 47
At the end of half a week of visiting



Communicating and feeling
Yes feeling for the goodness of people

And how everyone contributes

And everyone cares
Now alone in the Sculpture Park
Beneath the sun and the crows
Thinking about life, about art

And sculpture

And doing things, with care
Tonight we bomb Yugoslavia
Trying our best to care