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94 · Aug 2021
Watercolour Days
Antony Glaser Aug 2021
Nobody cares but me
Soaring on the air
were trees higher than the breeze
Did it spiral away?
Could you hear it?
Somewhere on the line
I lost all track of time!

You're all alone
childlike tendencies
You're at the bottom of the barrow
you need to help yourself
but if you can't take the gamble

Backbeat the weather is hot
Sometimes I feel like the desert
it's enough to drive you to the sand
94 · Oct 2021
Several Shades
Antony Glaser Oct 2021
Several shades of dreams
A morning without sound
Rains when I'm not listening
I loved him in the morning
I followed his prays
on a distant road
where sands amass
he gave his poems on driftwood
I loved a man in a marketplace
but now he's  gone
under the tutelage of light
94 · Sep 2021
Times Gift
Antony Glaser Sep 2021
Half of your toil
has been good to you
Asunder my blunders
What a scream
All the hues of grasses
entails with all this time
With your mystical polaroids
is it fun beneath the sky?
A kiss of fiery
a twilight of dreams
all my blunders
93 · Mar 2022
Natrix Natrix
Antony Glaser Mar 2022
Denizens and Harlequins doff their hats
in the bright morning light.
A lady plays the harpsichord,
where now the brambles grow.
Wild peacocks parade under the velvet lawn.
The World unchanged you said

A grass snake slithers where lovers lay,
but who remembers their story.
Impressions come and go
in the cold light of day
oh to gain a rainbow's end.
93 · Jul 2021
MATCH DATELINE ADVICE
Antony Glaser Jul 2021
Hayley the coach said it's alright being an introvert,
believe me, I'm one myself!
her smile was like warm confetti!
generally, you need a tab leader!
to draw them in
for your important first impression profile intro,
self-aggrandizement is the highest order!
"Fun-loving person seeks partner in crime"
although avoid cliches.
Instead of "I like walks",
"I love London Midnight ambles"
We've spent an eon down casting ourselves
but Hayley is spreading the new religion,
be an everyday legend.

You still need your head wrapped
around initial ill apt responses
HI Yi!
and how have you coped with COVID?
You need a rear guard retort to answer
Funster seeks a new vista!
offer her scrambled eggs!.

Never had a first date request!
much prefer the slower approach
66.5% surveyed no follow up required
Ask about social distancing
and if a first date hug is okay
were still in the 2020s
consent must be freely given
Love below the sky, still
safety sought.
93 · Feb 2022
Boy from the West
Antony Glaser Feb 2022
This old country
has given me life
Taught me sad dreams over

Once I was banding the top of trees
until I wrestled a boy from the west
We learned to grow apart
Silver moonchild
the waters are so wide
Steal from the valley
If I were a butterfly
riposte the day
I could be free
92 · Oct 2021
Southern Men
Antony Glaser Oct 2021
Southern Men speak husky,
in the winter they keep you warm,
in their log cabins.
In Spring they don't mind the climes
They are reborn,
showing photographs of the farmstead

A wooing softness becomes them
Southern Men
have plenty of feelings
their aim is good
Butter wouldnt melt in their mouths
Recouping the erstwhile truth
from noble kisses.
92 · Feb 2022
Covid Injections
Antony Glaser Feb 2022
Impervious like an eagle.
it addles on its arrival
to the anti-vaxers,
waving their whirlwind of disbelief.
Through skin layers.
We have a real sense of being alive
just like reality.
92 · Apr 2022
She looked
Antony Glaser Apr 2022
I am a metaphor
the one you counted before,
the devil is in the detail.
the queried width of the sun
I am made of woe
yesterday's worth was a country mile
and I pledge my tears
now the war is won
it is so beautiful
92 · Apr 2022
Friends
Antony Glaser Apr 2022
Silence it did tell
yet I wish you well
Surely we will be friends
With all this talk
I hope your wounds may mend
There will be some time
and waking someday
with a fine fettle
We spoke on the telephone
half the words were astoundment
and the others pride in each other
I wrote you a letter
and re-read between the lines
All I can do is sign the time
91 · Sep 2021
Raising Cain
Antony Glaser Sep 2021
Rain and shine
you used to love me
I believed every word
but unknowingest
your cheating heart
had raptures
and little did I know
that you courted
some unlucky lady
using the same open lines
that got me in this mess
90 · Nov 2021
Spanish Inquisition
Antony Glaser Nov 2021
As the inquisition  prevails
the power of the humiliated
Intended repentants swarm
90 · Nov 2021
Told you so
Antony Glaser Nov 2021
I hate it the way you told
me to eat greens
when I take multivitamins
or the when one's penfriend promises
a Non spent letter
I hate the way you say i'm overdrawn
when pro rota I never overspend
or I shouldn't get a female cat
on health grounds
When Ive just lost Jenny
90 · Nov 2021
Mellowing Grey
Antony Glaser Nov 2021
Mellowing grey to all those uncertain things,
like a white Picket fence facing skywards blue
or is a red rose to a man that is blind?
No one knows
No one cares.

whilst I hope,
with all my time consuming,
the wind follows the same course.
And to all  those hearts that never came in
like yesterday's unheard pray..
89 · Jun 2022
Schema
Antony Glaser Jun 2022
Hope has creaked against my journey
It has crystallized
I stand tall
waiting  for the consequences
having recognized your artillery
from your Alpha _ Bet
I have loved you
in specious time
Now it seems things aren't so strange
I can see my way
from your schematic generalship
89 · Sep 2021
Country's Blues
Antony Glaser Sep 2021
You never told me you loved me
The only thing you'd ever wear
is the shinny  wedding ring
- without redress -

I'm left dangling in the rain
Tears are easily in reach
This Sterling Man
and the bitter pill you seemed to take
Love has a recall somewhere
but its not happening to me
89 · Sep 2021
Hibernating with the 60s
Antony Glaser Sep 2021
After much thought who cares
if Hendrix kissed the sky
or the madman ran through the fields
I's rather be moving on with Arthur Alexander
with Georgia on my mind
Then I shed a tear that the beat boom
ended the endearing early sixties pop,
where men From Dartford took reworkings of the blues,
refashioning Satisfaction as a paean.

The Beatles with their diminutive Yeah Yeah
Do you call that music ?
I surely miss Cathy's Clown
more than their Price of Love
88 · Oct 2021
On the road
Antony Glaser Oct 2021
I have flown the tallest hill
and it mends my heart
Understanding why
What have I to prove ?
Perhaps I'm a jackdaw in disguise

Walking on rainy days
There's always another time and place
Come that Blue Monday russet feeling
There's so much finite dreams
They just reinforce
the laughing tin  down the road
88 · Sep 2021
Railroad Nana
Antony Glaser Sep 2021
Shadows of Spring
Your silhouette plies with the coming morning
I'd like to sing from memory
Take it easy, watch how you go
Wake up to the sunny retinue
A few dewdrops in the rain
Turn and hit the Road, West
Come and sing songs with me
I like the illusion in your face
88 · Mar 2022
The wild one
Antony Glaser Mar 2022
The girl you left behind
Her demour devours from the green vetch

The boy is softening
To her door, he came
This is how it was imagined

Little by little the days grow shorter
You shouldn’t sleep with a wild one
Let the north star be your guide.
88 · Apr 2022
carried by the wind
Antony Glaser Apr 2022
She's sleeping in a rose tainted dream
she can almost sense the calm of the coast
Once she loved a man with hands of foam
his words went through her soul,
naked incessantly so
don't cry child the water is warm
there's a scope for listening
carried by the wind
88 · Nov 2021
Clown observes
Antony Glaser Nov 2021
I'm a clown
so listen to the people
from their garden shed
make  carnation tea
I make you laugh
at the sight of a busy street
with a line of giraffes parking on  
your Lego collection
Your porous  pond is a rivulet now

Suburbian morning
8.38 on the commuters dot
Here's your Tempus Fugit moment
Something is not right
not a cheery rose hip now
but at least you can diarise it
88 · Jul 2022
Snow covered Streets
Antony Glaser Jul 2022
By the light of the moon
I am writing to you
of what I did today
The rue down the street is alight
and the weather is as cold as winter
We talked of the world today
she said life was hard
and if she were alone
she could cry


Yet she shouldn't have left me
on my own,
we should have met on the snow-covered street
and I send you all my letters owed
I am unable to sleep in December
I should go back to people
who truly remembers me
87 · Nov 2021
jello story
Antony Glaser Nov 2021
they don't care about you or I
not even knowing their neighbors
or own dog
all they want is a strawberry wine
and raspberry jello
they don't even like a stew
but I'm going to find me
a lady
whose is risk-averse
to a protein  stew
And I be her bull
with a string of biltong
between my tail.
87 · Mar 2022
Going my way
Antony Glaser Mar 2022
Its all my body needs
growing old,
going bald and with
Elevated Liver Enzymes
Like an old soldier
I picked up analog photography
and took pictures of the trees and landscapes
which brought joy to my soul


I have been occasionally offered seats on the bus
and for brisk walks always come last

I have a croissant and flat white each morning
but find the cafe too popular now
and vicariously listen to 70s music
as if I were someone else
87 · Nov 2021
swallows fly eastwards
Antony Glaser Nov 2021
swallows fly eastwards by memory
gladly remembering furlong paths by reborn directions
blessed is natures amazing recovery
87 · Nov 2021
Forgaing
Antony Glaser Nov 2021
New leaves always bring a canker
You can see it through their
orange curtains
Veins of light permeate
at their catfish hanker

I find leaves are like people
regardless of the season
In Toys Woods they stood
to attention foraging
for water, I was reminded
86 · Oct 2021
With myrtle and listeners
Antony Glaser Oct 2021
With myrtle and listeners
I undertook the words of the prophets,
promises relapse in an unhealthy fashion
Man the disobedient,
the rectangular mouth
surrenders meekly
The Moons harsh splendor boasts its specious context
86 · Jun 2022
maybe with luck
Antony Glaser Jun 2022
Love never came to my door.
Zephyr away the pain from my face.
How does it feel to be unloved?
To lay ruffled, joylessly.
The schemes I sought are strained,
but don't let me cry.

I know there's a rumor about my dreams,
which grows like a tumor,
spread by a friend I mistook
I need a bath of light
to answer the door,
maybe with luck
lick up to the brimming year.
85 · Jan 2022
Greenward home
Antony Glaser Jan 2022
Green is the color from your window
the catalyst to your path
the sheet you dream upon
unwishing time and longitude
that you fled from me

Eyes are my eyes
very soon you will come back
shifting plume
your path backtracking
comes to our betwixt
85 · Nov 2021
Palms of your hands
Antony Glaser Nov 2021
You think you've got her
in the palms of your hands
But you're like two colliding Worlds
fleeting dancers in the night

She's not our everyday Lunar
but if we were lovers we could
change everything
She is a falling Angel,
a streetcar named Judgement
And the perpetual rain pours
before you can touch her shoulder
84 · Nov 2021
Autumn light
Antony Glaser Nov 2021
Autumn comes loftily
does somersault silhouettes
and turns a man into a tree

In twilight
we play in the fields
and life has a golden hue

The overripe pumpkins are harvested
The hollow wind
strips the foliage

The rays of Autumnal  light
returned us to a familial sheaved place
84 · Feb 2022
Silence
Antony Glaser Feb 2022
Hearts and holograms
Snoring cat
pomegranates, playing cards
A fireside of crackling antics
Soliquoy at its own bequest
There's your tired orange curtains
silence after the fall
such a pretty afternoon
84 · Jul 2022
My instinctive emotive
Antony Glaser Jul 2022
Please walk slowly
some people don't like the rush
Sing with impertinence
Together convey convergence
Paint your faces
the color skywards

I have honored your time
Some people are marching
others shunter like the swallow
Some in silence
Routine is a whisper
Marigold in its splinter
84 · Mar 2022
Cafe Muse
Antony Glaser Mar 2022
Down the cafe
they always hear about my extended dry patch
and it's not just the staff
but customers too that aid and abet
my marooned tadpoles fears
They've encouraged my Ukrainian War poem
and developed my nature poems
from cold patches we have been having
to  near spring-like weather
84 · Jan 2022
Cat poem No 8
Antony Glaser Jan 2022
The cat has his sport
despite being a mature 14
he impatiently claws moi
It's not according to plan
me and you against the world

You are both a mystericant
and exhibitionist
laying deftly on the couch

Who knows your foible ways
what car danger do you persist
to live up to your nine lives
84 · Sep 2021
Your friend
Antony Glaser Sep 2021
Autumn skies,
seagulls roaming in ragwort littered fields
outside the town.
Mother looks for a second-hand pram
A child runs errantly across the road
The Bistra  has run out of coffee beans again.
Sepia photos were taken with love
for your gallant life
across the season's glare.
84 · Jun 2022
Think of her
Antony Glaser Jun 2022
We will liable her with laughter,
naked beneath the stars
she should still be heard,
insisting on the art of listening.
She's in my head
her hope coursing through my veins.

We will cover her body with petals.
She talks in her dreams,
the insistence of light
will be her shroud.
84 · Oct 2021
Donations by a Gardener
Antony Glaser Oct 2021
The Wisteria is gently trellised up my aging Robina tree
the roots were smitten by Brenda, the previous owner
but at least some shoots survive.
Sir Wrigley has donated me
an orange Lilly although,
he likes to be known as James


A creature has unearthed my succulent cactus
I blame a Badger,
cannot afford to lessen my admiration for urban foxes.
The Lucifer Crocosmia will look abundant in Summer
84 · Oct 2021
Tent Song
Antony Glaser Oct 2021
I've been loved
I've been tamed
but it looks like
the bullfrog has won.
I've been suprised
long time coming

In a church in a village
I feel sad that Rose
has cried for the whole world.
I'm a tent
large enough to spirit you away
83 · Feb 2022
Summer
Antony Glaser Feb 2022
The chime of the church bell,
the fugit raven flies by,
longer days, we are alive,
were poppies grow taller,
under the midday sun.
bare heads celebrate their happenstance,
where we have trodden on our freckled dreams.
83 · Feb 2022
Castles
Antony Glaser Feb 2022
There's karma high in the sky,
and a valley lost in the snow,
green will have birth
as the swallow flies by,
the roughish boy runs errant
to the castle in his mind's eye,
framed by shadows of  rocks  with slime
beyond the rosy blue gorge.
82 · Nov 2021
If you don't use it
Antony Glaser Nov 2021
If you don't use it
you lose it
Tempus Fugit how time
unsettles the best of intentions
Words are just that
a matter of jumbled indiscretions,
nothing grows here anymore
belief is a series of restrictions
that's a closed-door
from your point of view
82 · Nov 2021
Jennifer the Cat
Antony Glaser Nov 2021
Before she died she
would retreat into the bedroom
for her brittle bone health
to be undetected
When the moment came
she was likened to an elderly on terminal
There were butterfly kisses
before the dispatched silence
81 · Dec 2021
Hollow Moon
Antony Glaser Dec 2021
Hollow Moon
beyond the pale horizon
languishing over Moorhouse ridge
Comes the callous wind,
endure your times journeying.
Fetch and carry your burdens
Along the lonely edges of the woods,
from this hidden place of yours.
81 · Oct 2021
Rugged Tale
Antony Glaser Oct 2021
A cigarette
and a meandering dream,
with a morning smile,
and the day ahead was beguiling
like a keen summer swimmer struggling at sea.
He tried best
to tempest the harbinger

laughing at the child within;
the stranger in other's eyes,
and ash cloth for a coat.
He knew he was not safe
from the laughter of others.
81 · Jan 2022
Mary the gardener
Antony Glaser Jan 2022
Hydrangeas, dahlias
and Victorian roses,
alongside the urban gardens,
enough to please us.
Blue-eyed Jay,
sings his songs,
at the joy of being alive.
Whisp of air down his lug holes,
praise to Mary the gardener,
to a woman born free.
Counting down this floral beauty
and add to this a creation rich flowerbed
81 · Oct 2021
Cat Man Can Do
Antony Glaser Oct 2021
I want to elucidate
with an educated cat
like a Siamese
I call Sebastian,
One who can sing
and has blue eyes
like Frank Sinatra
and who makes
bagel plans with me
79 · Jul 2022
Light
Antony Glaser Jul 2022
I heard the wind dancers surge,
before the silence between
the leaves,
shuffling forward,
one foot into the darkness.

I wished for the  trail of bright Ferris wheels
before becoming something better
The blackbirds sang on the shores
I then became the roots and stems
searching  for a blossom of light
79 · Feb 2022
Outside
Antony Glaser Feb 2022
Weak backlit
a smidgeon of light on the roadside
and windows peering at me
through their homemade blanket
curtains, showing us ill-informed light
peering from the rim of the windows
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