Off the main road

This is the open road

Hedgerows, brambles, hawthorns

If I knew all of their names

I could be here for hours

And trees

Windblown trees

Alone

In the middle of fields

Wragby

Although it could be almost anywhere

Is five and one half miles

Away

A lifetime's walk

For a smaller sentient being

Or for those who talk

But hardly ever leave home

Off the main road

Out into the country

Farmyards and gates

Gates named: Walled Garden

Irrigation pipes

Laid overground

Overgrown

And leaking

Coppice or

Clumps of historic woodlands

With overhanging leaf branch tunnels

Which take me out into the sunlight

Back on to the open road

To be back home way before nightfall

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Psychological warfare

Your friends talk of trauma

Of tough lifetimes

Of undue cruelty and harsh associations

They talk with love

Of how you deserve

For your care to be rewarded

That our time is here

Then no wonder

In our saddlebag a mirror

For our connections

To be so fair reflected

Past troubles

Softened with hugs

And embraces

In quiet places

Which we have found together

Where fear, the muteness of dejection

Was silently reinfected

Even without one word of reply

That was psychological warfare

For which we are all unprepared

Here our love is clear

No wonder

In our hands a cradle

For our cares

To safely be swayed away

Past doubts

Smashed with our endless action

With our energetic research

Splashed by our boundless fun

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Unregulated oblivion

Darkness she fairly

Scared you

Feared you

Of the morning light

Never to be awakened

By mother

By mother nature

With her morning, her morning knights

The sleep is such a treasure

A personal unregulated oblivion

Safe places

Safe and alone

Deep into your own darkness

Never to be awakened

Never to hear the cry

The joyful cry of life

Of happiness and bliss

Of softness, and soft lips kissed

Darkness she now so so rarely

Scares you

Without fear you bathe

In her golden morning light

Forever to be wakened

By mother and father and son

By brothers and sisters and lovers

Awakened by everyone, and all

Of those who fight the darkness of nights

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Still

Just after the peak experience

Or not long after making love

Out on the highway

Somewhere between

The street and the sky

Old houses, flowered gardens

Mysterious celebrations

Untouched garlands, just out of reach

In the soft haze of summer

Or back beyond past centuries

Trinkets, fairies, and geodesic domes

Flounce flared skirts

Tapes to the maypole

Twisted with skips only knowing of joy

Wrapping the joy of unconditional love

Still, time reflects on ever

As feet in dappled water

Out on the sandbank

Somewhere between

The neap and the tide

Still, lines reflect now never

Meet my star-spangled daughter

Wow, way out of the moment

Somewhere between

Here and why

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Poets, Painters and Musicians

Over the water

Into kitchens full of stories

Of wizards and witches

Weather gods

To set the farmers free

Land below the water line

Beyond the freedom fields

Laid to rest long before the winter

Fallow fields this year

Fallow folds appear

Our endless deserts

Lost of love

Unquestioning in haste

Wandering families; farmers

And gypsies, and bedouins in transit

Land above the waste line

Beyond the freedom fields

Stay unblessed long before

The sun-cracked earth came this year

For earth fractures to re-appear

Over all our homelands

Care is overflowing, falling over with love

Innocent children are hopeful

Of life itself as discovered by poets and painters

And musicians,  all who are really just ordinary people

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