One or the Other

It is with the knowing

That in the coming hours and days, months and years, there are tasks that I have to accomplish, conversations that I have to join, that are not of my own choosing, not of my wish to be doing

And with such knowing

Comes my disturbance; a feeling of being unsettled, of being always behind the clock, of being left with no time just to be, of being unable to make any sort of decision, or commitment

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Basin

There was no one here

Yet quite suddenly

It is busy

There was nothing to fear

Even the past

Of dizzy Miss Lizzie

These are hill people

Hills and valleys

Grass to stream

Dry stone walls

Surround

Sheep farmers dream

Barns and bairns

At work and play

Tor-views to redeem

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Someone Else’s Song

It's always somebody else's airport

That have low priced flights

It's always somebody else's parties

That party on through the nights

I wouldn't get married again she said

Not that anybody's asking

I'm still paying for the last one

He didn't leave me a goddamned thing

But I'd like a week away

Even have a bit of a fling

Have me a few glasses of sangria

Wearing loads of bling

It's always somebody else's airport

That have low priced flights

It's always somebody else's parties

That party on through the nights

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

Available as ebook from Kindle
or as a homemade print book with audio cd from  poetryshop 

Lodge

Into the conservatory

I might spend all summer

Taking breakfast here

I watch the grass grow

Marvel at the swoop of swallows

While my compatriots take tea and toast

The orange juice chilled

The starter table filled

With champagne and cereal

Beware of golf balls says the token sign

Beneath my broken

Double glazed bedroom window

I was working for the BBC

In a sort of time and motion study role

I watched; it’s no use, I can't remember any specifics

I do recall that some things were measurable 

Some stuff took just too long

So had to be bundled

I think it was all to do

With the move from London to Manchester

Although I might have worked that out later 

I wish I could remember the specifics

Maybe it's something to do with me unsuccessfully

Trying to buy Freud's book on Dream Analysis!

At this time

Slower than before

Less audio interference

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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Yes

Always

On days

When I didn't

Feel like doing

Good things 

I would do

Good things

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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or as a homemade print book with audio cd from  poetryshop