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Tuesday, 25 June 2024

Dreamy lair

Your essence waved, my wafted air

I’d taken time and crafted, serenity to share

Then the blue sky turned to gold


Your effervescence duly staffed, my dreamy lair

I waited less than wandered, in incandescent prayer

Then the clouds, lined with silver, softly rolled


Your presence presents, a trembling bare

I’d opened, once again, this strange affair

Then the red moon rose, by the setting sun


Your lessons in love, lent in a gentle stare

I’d been carefree, lest care made me beware

Then the sky opened all the way to heaven


Your defence, immense at first, wavered there

I’d shown relentless perseverance, a scattered flare

Then you said take my hand our thighs to fondle


We wandered amongst the wonder stuff

We wondered, how we would share

Then the night turned, scared, into a dull grey day




Monday, 24 June 2024

Yes, that glitterati literati stuff

Lavender swing and Russian vine

Boy it spreads like swine

That Prussian wine


Garden gate and summer fete

Boy isn’t England great

At that washing plate


Shower and brush, I’m coming up lush

Oh that teenage crush

Rash it up, listen for thong and thrush


Library books and surfers touch

Yes, that glitterati literati stuff

Ledbury’s found, all bound and butch


Jazz and soul and rock and roll

Dwell upon that digital ball

Soak up that frock, astride your cockle stall




Sunday, 23 June 2024

Stir it up

Stir it up

Don’t stir it up

Again


Trip up

Tripped up

Once before


Slip cup

Slip of satin silk

Skip


Strap

Fond shoulder

Trap




Saturday, 22 June 2024

Ken

Then it’s a new life, ken

Stride for, from strife, to strike, to ken

Blow away the smokescreen, ken

A new day, a new persona, do you ken




Friday, 21 June 2024

Sunk, I’ve fallen out of love

My demented mind descended

Pretended it had been doing good


My times past have been lamented

Cemented dams opened to the flood


All past promises are now rescinded

Crescendo to the sound of going rough


Your likes, dislikes, flights of fancy are contended

They are sent packing, with the candle that I snuff


No more string-less invitations extended

One too many open arms, becalm unfriendly stuff


Happy times stored safe, easily remembered

You have cut me so so deep with your indifference


So deep

I am sunk, and so I have fallen out of love