a love asphyxia
some thinking fabric in the universe . She's there. when you expect to be expected
In, or just dreaming
An emerald valve for the hurried, bloodied, sullied
happening
oh, to all of us - please let us be happy

© Copyright David Bosworth July 2013

Images ... essential
Undulating greetings, precipice and a giddy orbit
sunset rhythm

© Copyright David Bosworth December 2014

We all like drastic changes, from time to time

Something makes us portend to the calamitous or the sublime

A guess away may be that coveted flame; an estimate later, somebody

you’d forgotten again

Solitude calls us to render a demand

A stone’s throw to the cosmos might be illicit or truly grand

In a sentence, there’s so much love out there it’s worth the wait

Yet in a manner of speaking, our heart tells us when it’s too late.

So, risk again,

I shall leave it there.

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2014

when I discovered you
.
a place where no one knew
seclusion.
A bland moon fell upon us all the minute we realised we couldn't
be children, no longer could we be
forever young.
But no doubt,
you could reel me in

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013

She must get offers all the time
Wishes from the bottom of hungry hearts:
"will you be mine?"
She looks the part, a million times over
Chances are a million, of being her lover
Try to stay detached, let love be a thing apart
From her immaculate face
Shatter it in your memory, like some phoney art
While she forgets
all your lonely praise

© Copyright David Bosworth December 2013

among the rolling hills
remark, the gift of life
hung like a lark
the truest view
the sky so hued
from a blazed canvas
none surely knew

disparate in the lush greenland
Italy swore! from God's hand
the wind-kind night
the old boar's plight
mauling about in the half-light
ready to make hay

© Copyright David Bosworth November 2018

a balanced haiku
   un-fortune
deposited me near
you

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013

Did you want the cynical side
or the truth?
Would you like my best effort
Or a look-a-likey ruse?
I imagined you in luminosity
I imagined you totally.
But you're a conviction I've had, since about turning 20
& there's no frozen way
I could ever forget you
believe me, I nearly tried

Way down, in a summer hemisphere
I don't know why, but you seem to be
There always, smiling,
whichever shade is in your hair

There's gold, somewhere

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013

However long the road seems
I'll always have you in my dreams
Fair and smiling, at garden toil
A tender heart, my father's foil

Trees grow and uproot sometimes
To float upstream to better climes
I'll buy yellow roses for my lover today
So you know we're both making hay

© Copyright David Bosworth May 2023

Oh lately my heart
Just a violent vibration of red mist
Needs your touch
To
close the welt in my fears
I love that look in your eyes. Didn't think
it was mine,
But I ..

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013

so

maybe it’s hard

once you’ve heard and seen pearls,

When the refreshing waves have

moved you far

and the sights are no longer there,

Think again

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2014

and i would paint a big sky
but nothing's changed

© Copyright David Bosworth August 2013

Sometimes I see the whites of Dog's eyes
to realise this: what he
thinks is what all creatures think: will you miss
me when I'm gone?

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013

depends which way you see
hearing to listen
But all in all you have to decide
which shall you step on
the snail that's living
or the shell that's there
in the cracks in the paving slabs
There's always moss giving and
growing
and always .

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013

how to take back things said
like words,
but red

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013

Nothing good can come of this
Noted the plain man for his soul
I lent over and distorted my frame
To put a coin in his bowl

On closer inspection his pullover
Flew out at me in rainbows
And his eyes glinted through a face that was hurried
But for all time, slow

We chewed the cud for an hour
My spineless talk criticised power
The rain fell mercifully
And he sauntered off to ***

I said I didn't like to see people unhappy
More to myself than to him
He said I was a 'good lad'
I said the little guys would win

Who is the benefactor
In a time-drenched street?
The hypnotised or the ostracized
The elephant in the room,
The mouse at your feet?

© Copyright David Bosworth July 2023

step to the broad stones
a matter of unknown delight
I may seem upright, to you

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013

Pacing the tiles..
   hello, hot pipe

© Copyright David Bosworth April 2023

If you say Goodbye a thousand times
I'd pray that once you say Hello
If you finish the day despondent and down
Then there, too, my heart must surely go

If you wander on hot coals tonight
And collapse in search of rain
I'd kiss your feet until they healed
And brand my own just to feel the flames

If your luck was lost and the white flag waved
And the water washed up your precious time
I'd double cross my own wristwatch
And you could borrow some of mine

If you cried and cursed when the hour is late,
Knocking graffiti out of place
I'd hold on till I loved the sound
And pick up the words till they spelled fate

If your hungry heart skips a mark
I'd envy anyone that you face,
I'd feel too young to have my say
But too worn and old to walk away

If the tide never deemed to return
And carried my hope to the end of the world
You'd be the lighthouse in my dreams
And still you'd have me after you, girl

© Copyright David Bosworth September 2023

It is & it isn't
It was & it wasn't
I hurt, but I laughed -
gone, like natural
gas

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013

To whom it may return,
I know you as the man
who learned
me better than myself
And pulled me off this crooked shelf

I knew you as the tall hero from the back pages
Of books you lent that I never finished

But that will never diminish
The quiet strength I felt in you
In this one-time show, this crazy zoo,

There's a temperance
A certain devotion that you
Inspire
To all that's true
And higher

© Copyright David Bosworth July 2021

I tried to kiss your mind, in the way of inimical words I’d heard:
how a boy should begin.
With everything I thought you’d be, bubbling in convoluted thought, caught in the fresh oxygenated current
It’s real love and it shouldn’t go wrong.
I floundered, and you weren’t to
swim down from your opaline blue altitude.
Since you existed as a perfect reflection of your face, I
imagined the rest of you lost in the prism’s traces; let your mind’s eye
photo-reply a dappled understanding,
whilst we stretch out to grey misty conjecture above -
ever luminous rising depths,
to a love touched on
It’s real and it shouldn’t go wrong;
but if only for jewel chippings, I liked to kiss your mind;
to feel your arms round my heart one more time

© Copyright David Bosworth June 2023

I wish I hadn't played Bowie that night
In your kitchen - he was yours after all
But Mum, I was only dancing
And at least it wasn't Wonderwall

I know you really loved it -
The incessant guitar and drippy vibes
I kicked a ball about too
And sang Teen Spirit once or twice

The funny thing is, the irony is over
I didn't self-combust or spend empty
Wednesdays digging old boys' graves
Or rent a fleapit from the 1970s

I did, however, sleep too much,
I wasn't as clever as I thought
I wrote doggerel and this 'poem' too
And mostly dreamt while the tough lads fought

Trouble is, you're not here to see
A human girl interested in me,
Or my driving round the old town
I'd pray you could, but I'm not aged three

You no longer have to iron my shirt
Or lend me a lift from school
You needn't change my room around
Or gently persuade me to follow rules

If angels can reach back down to Earth
You might wanna honour one of my wishes
I'm useless at hoovering - a real pet hate,
But I swear I got better at the dishes

© Copyright David Bosworth May 2023

Sleeping cats
And vanquished bats
Are all we're really about

You put on the TV
Pull out the coffee mug
I'll forget the rocker's shout

I loved you from the moment I met you
I never loved someone more
To feel feckless when I forget you,
To witness the whole planet roar

Tonight I'm a desolate crow
Only because you're not around
I'll do my best 'gainst my swelling chest
To be someone Jesus found

But I'll hand it to you
You fixed this clown,
Broken down and all a mess

You fetched me humility
With reproaching tranquility
Guess that's what I needed best

The past has had its time
It's taken its sublime low bow
I think of tomorrow without fear or sorrow
And live in the almighty Now

© Copyright David Bosworth April 2023