Cockerels: Chiming bells in unison

Traffic roars

In both and all directions

Aeroplanes soar

Or at least that is my perception

I can see my foot

My tummy

I can feel the whole of my body

I see more colours

Than any camera can imagine

I am surrounded by a wider vista

Than any picture, or any canvas

In a meditation space

In a Japanese garden

Among all that is now

Pink poppies, stalactites from the caves of China

And poetry written close on thirty years ago

Scones with maple syrup and strawberry

And tea of wondrous fruit and herb infusions

Cockerels

Chiming bells in unison

A breeze through the trees

Seeds fall, behind me is a shelter

An observatory for the mind

I think of your garden, your smile

You and your sound of music

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Cleared consciousness

I've copied so many people

I’ve forgotten completely

Who the man I am

Even

I've forgot the man

Who I was supposed to be

I've seen a million pictures

I’ve chased the setting sun

Either on the run, or in forbearance

I've been

The man who

I was never ever meant to be

Ranges

Of fairground

Firing booths

Tastes

Of caramelised fried onions

One step in front of one other one

Unseen

The man who became

Who is now someone other

I've dreamt so many dreams

I’ve become no more than an illusion

Confused by myself

Clean

Cleared consciousness

Do you now then, so so believe me

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Confused by not knowing

Ashford in the Water

Daughter of somewhere on close to heaven

Under blue skies

Beside trickling streams

Sweet soulful music with a banjo

Plucked in time to the sound of the rivulet

This water flows

Along the floor of the valley

Past the doors of grand houses

And the pensioners terraced cottages

In full view of the old man in his smart suit

His dear proud lady looking serene and smiling

Who would know

Of their trials and tribulations, their summers

Their winters, the autumns of their discontent

As they stroll among the illusion of contentment

Confused by not knowing

What their future holds, or for how long

In the chapel at evensong, or on the cricket field

Mown these past few mornings

Embroidered with a loving artisan’s touch

Can you hear the trickle of fresh water

Filling up the jugs of squash, to be served

With cold cucumber sandwiches and fresh salmon

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I like me

I like chocolate

I like tea

I like coffee

I like me

Love's a game

And we're a team

Life's the same

So much you mean

I can do esoteric

I can do what's my name

I can do atmospheric

Somehow though it's not the same

With care you came

That's how it seems

Your past in flames

My shoulder leans

I celebrate

I am proud

I share your love

I share your life

We dare the same

To hold our dreams

To open our conversation

To make ours a seemingly seam

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Blood Red

Feelings

In almost everyone

With long associations

With death

With waste

With pointless suffering

Symbolic

Standing tall

Swaying and smiling

Smiling in the sun

Pressed

Stressed, transparent like tissue

Transparent

As if of memories evoked

Sharpness

Shear and in contrast

To the gentle gentleness evoked

Without hesitation to harm

With sharp swords of such irony

Backdrop to the innocent

Backdrop to the outrageous

Also to the triumphant

Wise man

He who brings flavour

Wise man

He who paints cowboys

Wise man

He who rides the barren landscape

Wise man

He who blends with shades of dominant blue

Our bodies

Our health

Our friends

Our freedom; near sparkling

Shimmering on sun-kissed seas

And the never ending sound of the tides

Gently pushing and pulling

Desirous again

To join Cousteau on Calypso

Exploring

Marvelling

Gardening

His sea, my garden

As presently

All of this is mine

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