All’s well that…

When you had that first inkling saw the light twinkling in the eyes of your beholder when he told ya what he told ya and how old were ya then? How you built your fortifications and how his frustrations built. before we both knew the years flew away and here we are today together…

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The visitors

    Looking at lilacs as the hour of midnight comes near and like my poetry, unclear, but I write,   And on the podium where opium is a pipe dream I lean into the light that I see.   Me! screamed someone I knew and it was me.   Always damn daffodils always them…

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Unfinished

  Standing in line and just a wait to be connected something feels fine so I guess I’ve been directed  to where the grass grows green to where I’m going to be living the dream and the operator says, in a moment I’ll be with you you’ve waited long enough to get what I’m going…

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Nights

Let me make it lighter, brighter, she held me tighter, I kept us in the dark…

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A prize every time

    These are the days that will be someone’s good old days and in so many ways they could be right, the future is the night unrolled, the fortunes that were never told, the things you did and then got old, these are the days.   A slipped disc keeps on playing the same…

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The end

  He didn’t even comb his hair, what a scruff what a duff and I don’t mean the beer, although it feels like Bart Simpson it’s actually Boris Johnson, it must be time to get out of here…

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Windermere

    I used to be able to get eight skims off a single pebble before it did a dive into the lake and now I’ll soon be sixty-four   and can’t get eight skims anymore,   what a bastard time can be when it won’t let me be twenty-three again…

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On the turn of a Tuesday

  Through the squint of a half opened eye watching the crayon of morning drawing the sky. Seagulls on their way to Southend via the East End. Impressions are all that is left…

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The new lamp

    London’s new mausoleum. oops I meant new museum, boasted of in advertising to get you interested in having a look in at old dead things!   similar really to a mausoleum but definitely a museum.   do not mistake me for one of the exhibits I’ll only be visiting,…

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Working it out ( draft copy )

    Where do you start to draw the line between the past and the present because it seems to me that they are one and the same, okay, that’s a leap but keep this in mind, the past is what has given us the details to put on the present’s blank page which we…

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High rise hot

  To capture the scents of wild meadows, intense  exhilarating I’m still waiting for the wind to blow chimes for the arrival of Summer. But when I was knee high to a grasshopper and the ears of corn heard my laughter it was always sunshine…

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Changeable

searching for my Souwester, long Johns and a string vest, a dab of Vicks and in forty licks I’m out in the rain…

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Shining

Daylight rustles through the leaves of thinning night, I busy myself with morning thoughts, like coffee and toast and what colour shorts shall I wear…

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More than doodles

Nothing is impossible it may be impracticable, but possible and it probably is. Beyond squared ten is when it becomes incredible. She showed me the nth degree which made me very happy…

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Mixed blessings

For all those daybreaks I have wasted all the mornings left untested and the times that I was bested by the demons deep within, which have brought me to the here and now I think I’m somewhat thankful but the jury’s out on that…

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Picking at peas

I don’t know about Monsanto, but they do grow things in an awkward style or maybe it’s just the farmers and tractors that attract me. Maybe I’m not modified though God knows I have tried perhaps it’s the rut that I’m in. sex always creeps in, I still don’t know about Monsanto…

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Going on

Sooner or later, why wait a moment longer? time is short, and yet we’re caught between the sleep and the dream. Tired of trying, but too much life to start dying and so sooner or later…

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Interval

It sort of comes over me and she loses control of me, auto? well, that’s how it ought to be, but I know what she’d do to me if it didn’t come over me. Love and generosity reciprocity, it’s all about the sharing of things that bring us closer together…

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Foxholes

Do not disturb the shadows where the days lay tired sleeping or walk on hot coals through your memories where the dead are keeping watch. There was something in the, something in the, something, but I now forget, regret? well it rhymes and there were some times, some times, but I forgot again. It’s just…

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