Care of what is community

Only of a sort

A somewhat limited description

Of the aircraft way above the clouds

Of the reeds right here by the water

Of the mellow breeze

In kindest conversation

The report

Said all was fine

Better than could have been expected

Of this the unknown condition

Of this, to be cared for with placebo

In the rarest of fair fair care

The railway train rattles on by

Commuters on their journeys

Further than they could ever have known

Or hoped for

On the day of the daily departure

On the first class executive arrival

We visited always

And always on a Sunday

The car quiet outwith of any conversation

Unable to say

See I can't even say it now

Goodbye

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Book under cover

The fisherman

Catapults the bait

But all he catches

Are the minnows

The singer

Serenades

But all he catches

Are the sinners

Never undersold

By excessive adulation

He graduated

From waterfalls

And fountains

To the tales

Of older

Soldier boys

The fishing man

Then departed

Another pitch

A tidal wave

The songsmiths obelisk

Throws light

Into more

Than the darkened corners

The observer

With pen

In hand

Misunderstands

Most

Or maybe all

Of the never ending

Struggle

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I want to thank you, but I do go on

All that you want

Is simply

That I love you

All that you say

Is simply that I stay

Around

All that I know

I know

That you have found me

All that I say is that you

You remind me

Of to play, to play so so soundly

All that we gave

We give again

Echoed loudly

All that we say

We say again

Again and proudly

All that you

All that I, all that we

All found resounds

Quietly yet likely

Light shines from the moon above

My love it is occasionally so so untimely

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The laughter subsides; we say thank you

Grey skies

Winds of abandoned summers

Blackbirds fly

Listen

Almost can you hear your influence

Yes that’s right, it is, it's Ummagumma

Me oh my

To walk all those miles

With no apparent purpose

Why oh why

Other than

To go from over here, to over there

Oh you romantics, you capture the roses

The Picardy, the smoke and the fuelled flames

Yes, you sure rubbed the carborundum

You, with your pretty curls; all the girls

Go, oh my oh my , he looked at me

And I just melted

Overnight, last night, the rains came

To water the gardens

To grow the green beans

To walk all those miles, now

Well almost, though apparently

That was your purpose for which we say thank you

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Lopsided left of centre

Those fears

In everyone's lifetimes

They lurk just as the crunching left backs

Sliding tackle could leave a young man

With a very different game

The nerve ends

Tips of estranged feelings

Shake, shirk, a skeleton bleeding

Dunkirk of poppy fields which lean

Their seed has seen its own discomfort

Real, or unseeming

In everybody's wake

Fake, or deep with meaning

Unique my name for you

For the you which is left, left upwards yet leaning

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