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Tuesday 25 November 2014

Yin And Yang

All because it was unexpected
Yet already I was in the frame of mind
Up for it some would say

A good way from the karma
All pathways to the Dalai Lama
Frayed, frozen, certainly broken

All because the response was quicker than instant
Words chosen for their turgid and heavy emphasis
Pouring scorn on the non-expectant

A good way from the laughter
All pathways to the light of heart
Closed off, blocked, impertinently unspoken


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Monday 24 November 2014

We Have Someone To Do That

It is, calm
There it is, minus calm
Between the two
There is no continuum

What is broken
What might be repaired
Between the two
Some kind of officium


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Sunday 23 November 2014

Frozen Out

It is a low-cut Sunday

The newly slung autumn sun
Floods the stubble with its orange light
The fields, once fresh with crop
Are shorn; for the winter, for the plough

As lovers we slept
Under Egyptian cotton sheets
The dreams though, soon to be abridged


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Saturday 22 November 2014

Put Upon Another

Thursday lunch
Crayfish & Rocket
Watching the guy who cleans up clean up

I sit with my own frustrations
But soon I begin wondering
What are his rack-able doubts

Does he talk to himself about a past love
Is the swift sidestep
A sign of more flamboyant times

He reminds me of my own poem
The Fedora from Buena Vista
Already I hear the samba & the rhumba

Maybe he was once a galactico
On the sands of Rio de Janeiro
His sensual slipstream movements

Reminiscent...
A feel of the breeze
With the sun on your back


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Friday 21 November 2014

Crumpled

Dew
And mist dampened leaves
Seen as singular objects of art
A vulnerable disappointed collection
Fearful of the scathing dry winds

Spring 
She promised more
A journey to a collective of joy
Life affirming bows and flexes
Eventful, as all new births are


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