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The door shuts behind ,
key turns, footsteps
stravege after
a tedious shift;

eyes lift up  
then revert back
to telly, magazine,
PS3 and tablet.

The dining table
is empty yet cluttered
inhabited by non-edible
non-essential stuff.

"There should be
something or other
in the fridge,"
a mouth points.

"Got that, thanks."
Footsteps stravege back,
that's what it feels like
to be a meal-ticket.

The door slams shut.




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~language warning disclaimer. You have been forewarned :-)
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Home.
Taken ill.
Staring down yet another
Unwelcome pill.
Once it was said
A canine's a bloke's
Best mate...

Home.
On the sick bed
Ignoring that mountain
Of unpaid bills
Got my trusty
Mobile & tablet
The world entire

At my fingertips

Nothing like a touch screen
To scratch on that
Cerebral itch:
Friend or foe
I am 4G's bitch.




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No longer looked up to
at least not as much as before
no longer consulted
or given the usual care

No longer do cogs congregate
not even to syncopate
Time keeps ticking away
although this clock's hands stay

Where has the cuckoo flown to?
Where shall it alight?
Somewhere the sand has rested,
glinting like stars in the night.



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i sit marvelling
at the crisp notes
that fill the air   -  astounded
as my daughter
sings perfect pitch

then I look back
at her four grandparents
all musically gifted
all professionally careered
none having suffered for their art

or have they?




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All we hear are
sounds of longing
in rain quietly falling  

That follows a pulse
of desire in once
inhabited hollows

Why not gather up
its droplets to water
seeds sown long ago?  




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insolent indolence

whimsical, wispy,
lackadaisical locks
on a still youthful brow

Why, why
why won't you ever lend
a listening ear?
                                self-
indulgent insolence.





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Caustic gardens
mushroom ochred-cheeks;
brisket  noonday sizzler
gathered  plateaued peaks.
Sombre  tuned shadows
danced innocently
as  furtive whispers
malingered on
piquant ears.

'Tarry here,'
on supple lips
sojourn.





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free birds
. . . . . .  flapped tales
. . .  fly . . . . . . .
dreams on wings
. . . . . . . faces clear, cheeks
. . .  dry . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . powder puff
.   .   .   .   .   .   .   clouds race
. . .  .    .    .    .     .      .       .     .  by
lessons in the sky



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In a dream of night, before me rose
I walked along an endless shore;
moist sand glowed a silvery pink,
danced to bright but waning sun;
its length moving, curved around
dotted by stars that formed a heart.

I peered ahead and looked behind,
shifted my gaze from side to side;
waiting to catch a fleeting glimpse,
to freely fall into your arms;
these eyes were held in an embrace,
met only by a sighing breeze.

The sand crunched softly under me;
a powdery kiss upon my soles.
Still I searched, step by step,
past the crest to a dimpled vale,
and realised that I was inside you,
always with you, inside of me.

I began to shut my weary eyes
Our pulses separate but one --
pulled together joint memories;
into a ball of wandering hope;
carrying me through your world:
Tomorrow is ours and ours alone.





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Solitary footsteps
Leave the faintest of echoes
Each one baring your name




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Hell O'Poetry
What a condition
You've given me;
Brilliant addiction,
You set me free.

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In a dream of night before me rose
I walked along an endless shore;
moist sand glowed a silvery pink,
danced to lights in the waning sun;
its length moving, curved around
dotted stars in the form of a heart.

I peered ahead and looked behind,
shifted my gaze from side to side;
waiting to catch a glimpse of you
and fall within your gaze as you
engaged my eyes in an embrace,
but only feel the sighing wind.

The soft sand crunched under me;
a powdery kiss upon my soles.
Still I searched, marching onward,
past the crest into a dimpled vale,
and realised that I was inside you,
clear waters surrounded your days.

I then began to shut my eyes to see
and focus upon the things we share;
pulling together joined memories,
realising you had taken me there
into the core of your daily chores--
carrying me through your world.






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A nature poem about love.

You are much appreciated...


Somewhere in the globe today is "Appreciate A Poet Day," and I am very thankful for you All!

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There you are
Playing domestics
Passing each other
Cups & saucers
While I sit
Being waited upon
To take it all in
This apparition
Of simple bliss.

Why was this not possible
When roses bloomed
In the garden?




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Valens, you are esteemed worthy,
at the Via Flaminia you lay:
Valentinus offered up in faith.
Your deeds aren't known in our day.

In this life you wed young couples;
an act the Emperor would not permit.
And though your grace the monarch received,
your execution he did transmit.

Alas, with clubs and stones they came,
challenged by your fortitude great;
whose blows did not complete the deed -
your head severed at Flaminian's Gate.

These days we celebrate Valentine,
dedicate and plan for those we love;
oblivious to how it all began-
the depth of love known only Above.





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Like a feuilleton
transported on wings of jubilant breath,
so go wandering thought of our souls
on carpets that fly the skies of imaginings.





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Once,
so long ago now, it seems;
Every thing touched
& everywhere  
that I turned,
her scent permeated
both air & skin.  




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My uncle, Gaston,
mum's older brother,
died whilst I cradled him
in the crook of me arms.

He lay there bliss-filled
Faint lustre of his boyhood charms.

It was a waiting game
and he was hanging on.
He held back the Ripper's blade,
Unmindful that he'd had it made.

I whispered in his ear
About the good times,
our common dreams:
how it was okay to let go;
to forgive & be forgiven.

Then off he floated, by candle's glow;
like the silent flutter of wispy snow.



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Into the bleak after hour
where dreams blend into
hopes that have gone sour
I am one of many, upon rocks
ocean spume that wet your socks.

Why do you walk the shores
with socked feet?

When bare footed symphonies
lift their song in your chest
above outstretched branches of tress
I am one of many grains of sand,
nameless stars cupped in hand.

Will you remember one
that is so easy to forget?

On a rare and moonlit day
while hand in hand we walk'd
I spied your eye had gone astray.
You are one that shines so bright,
streaks of golden rays' delight.

How is it that the tap leaks
loudest when I turn out the light?

Who will lift a goblet full
when all gather round,
for love of an absent fool?
You have gone your own way
While I vanished in the fray.




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