BBB Poem 81

In the hours
Before the morning light
With time alone
To fall and rise

With time alone
And darkness there
To settle back
Except for pain
Free to stare

Half awake now
With the tea
I share my thoughts
My hopes for me

The certainty
The sanctuary
The beauty
The love

I splashed in rivers
I walked in parks
I climbed mountains
I’m up for the larks

My mind does wander
That much is true
Nostalgia and reverie
To remember but the few

And the many
Who have joined this faith
Not always, or forever
Yet for the meanwhile
We carried the staff

Lived many ways
With tears and smiles
Before the day
And the hours of miles

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BBB Poem 80

Watch the leaves on the trees
What better to do
Watch grey skies increase
Away from the blue

Watch lover’s words permeate
What better to do
Watch hope slowly decrease
Away from the you

Watch the afternoon move on
What better to do
Watch war turn to peace
Away from the new

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BBB Poem 79

Autumn light
Emerging First And Last Of Love
From a mist covered pink-red sun

They said
This is how the world will end
With such violent winds, such visceral skies

And so you sit, sit and watch, sit
And listen to the whistle, sit
And listen, listen to the shaking timbers

And so I sit and write, I sit
And write some more, I sit
Until I hear someone knocking at the door

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BBB Poem 78

Autumn sun
Light which I don’t recall seeing before
Pink orange in the sky
Highlight light orange on the carpet

And in between
Those ninety-three million miles
How many faces to smile upon

Autumnal sky
As yesterday you caught me
Looking through the farmhouse window
For the moment of peak experience

And in between
Those hundred miles or so
From one county to another

Autumn night
A darkness which I am not used to
Flashlights and tall shadows
Adults as children at play

And in between
The public house and the private house
The joviality is continued

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BBB Poem 77

I don’t know this house at all
Other than I am told
It once was a store for calamine

I don’t know the colour on the wall
Other than it was sold
In the county’s interior decorator store

I listened in to last night’s conversation
If I may be so bold
I was only half-way to the Buddhist view

I heard arguments go to and fro
For and against; warm and cold
I was only half-way with the antagonist

I drink my tea, slow and sure
Looking out of the window
A clearer day; more light ahead

I drink my tea as I write these words
Thinking of walks on which to go
A calm for now, a future to second-guess

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