Curvature

Hand placed
Softly upon her bare shoulder
Fingers that stroke breathless along her blade
Palms that ease to cup her firm bosom
A mind that plays awhile with previous nights


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3G’s in Low Trough Lands

Poets don't believe in God
Their search for life otherwise endless
From the Lake Isle
To the flight of the White Egret

Poets don't believe in God
Their quest for faith otherwise infinite
From the diary pages of fallen soldiers
To the sounds of the blackest seas

God doesn't believe in poets
Do you see me wavering
Stood here shaking my fist
Shouting about The Wastelands



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A6 in High Peak Lands

The road leads out to the dales
To look down on a patchwork of fields
Divided up by dry stone walls

The road twists out into open country
From the market town
Halfway between the workplace and the seaside sea

The road climbs the limestone hill
How not to remember her name
How not to be moved by her fabulous smile

The road rambles down the valley
Carved out by glaciers
Quarried by ancient & modern men

The road took me away
Took me away always
From those that I loved and the others

The road goes on
On the road as with Kerouac
On the road as with the way of writing


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Storm Psychology

Woken
By the tearing wind
& the driving rain

As if unspoken
The mid of night truths
Race around to stain

Stain this once youth
Whose three score years
No more remain

His image left
On the tails of winds
Amidst the thrusts of rain

He’ll restrain
From being uncouth
If it's all the same

Yet the stories
Of his tainted fruits
Still surely lead the shame

If only to explain
Of himself
Who was he to blame

Lying here unrestrained
In the tearing wind
& the driving rain



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Sugar Rush of Doubt

He looks out upon his woods
A clear view
From her cottage bedroom window
He tiptoes barefoot
Over the newly fitted carpets

I drive a little faster
In a mood of dark suspense
I hold a tight grip
On my gathering nervous self
I cross the vast suspension bridge

The boy surely meant no harm
His was a simple innocent response
To one well experienced
In the use
Of well chosen yet ambiguous words

Why should I second guess
What's only vaguely true
How could I end up
Such a mess
As often, be so far askew


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