The A-frame architect

NextI’ll make some flowers grown from seeds,better put in some weeds, a bit of rainnow and thenooh, nearly forgot the colours and shapes,and when I get around to itI’ll throw in some ferns and hit return God and his codingputting loads of time into make things look pretty, pretty goodI think…

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Nonsense

A peony with a bushy tailwent down a bloominglong trail,four legs on a peony? I think I meant a pony…

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Fitting in

Flowers that blossomroses that bloomalways seem to make roomfor the weeds…

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Dry rot

Nature’s got to me roots are sprouting, I’m going out in to the forest soon. Vegetating on the diet they make in laboratories. If they’d let me be a tree I’d have branches everywhere…

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Eleven steps

    When I become the colours of the sun that shine through Autumn and her hair I will be there in every rainbow watching rain blow with the wind.   Willing back the sand that drops so casually from the glass she holds within her hand, I stand with my arms outstretched, my head…

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Sunday

The park is parked where it will always be, I can see the trees fidgeting in the early morning breeze as the larks lark about above the lake, I take pictures which seems pointless as these scenes are forever. And the church bells jump as they hear the tub begin to thump, knowing a sermon…

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Cousteau knew

. I wonder why it’s called human nature when it’s becoming less natural, saturated with fats monosodium’s appear to fascinate must be something in the glue to make it so. No wonder those on Star Trek boldly go except for jean Luc he baldly goes, I save the shaved ones for last…

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Collapsing or capturing

A silhouette at the sunset of my day, far enough away so that my features become blurred, ‘the word’ moving into the memory where my destiny awaits me and set free into the company of those memories before me. I am shadows in the sunlit that flit through curtained windows I am magpie in the…

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Three bars

Not so chirpy now, look at how the wind blows not so perky little birdie, are we? Winter with its white coat on a doctor, doctor this, a peck, a kiss and fly away. Each green leaf burnt to golden brown to drop to settle down, not so chirpy now…

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Stripes

If scarcity becomes then a rarity and we find it’s actually a necessity will we finally stop killing tigers?…

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My window

Out there where the Sun breaks its fast when the light breaks out and the last shreds of the night go to sleep a seagull chases a bumble bee a blackbird looks at a money spider quizzically a lark sings in harmony with a sparrow, out there in the fledgling day shadows of people shortly…

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Buttercup syrup

  A vast expanse of trees and plants an umbrella that shields,   fields of forgotten sown to beget or begotten by the one you forget in your haste.   And today? we can copy and paste cut and select at a dot com where everything’s perfect no need to sow or go anywhere do…

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Natural wonders

Songbirds sing songs, from the branches of the trees in the sky across the seas they fly to bring music to my ears and tears to my eyes. Every stone I skim river I swim roads I walk words that I talk do not compare to the birds in the air in the trees across…

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