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

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

I was masquerading
as myself
In the garden, in February;
You'd had
your birthday party
a hundred miles away. You wouldn't see me
But I found a flat helium balloon
as I circled aimlessly around the garden.
Out of gas, it had landed, with a
tail of silver & purple party streamers.
A miniscule coincidence; as
I laughed into the fervent air,
the cold wind was no longer gusting.

© Copyright David Bosworth August 2015

I'm sorry to you
I would have been the captain of your heart
I would have walked moon-shone nights to see the top of your head doused with stars
But love is like delicate strings, managing to hold together the heart's parcel
In transit, through all the imaginings and well meant confessions
On a road never realised
On a thought that barely should have been whispered
I loved you, and my love wasn't fearful
But,
hallelujah I met you
And to my almost-lover, I forget you

© Copyright David Bosworth January 2014

At least give the devil his due;
A thousand wind-swept contenders become a few
As the coast erodes & tides
approach
we wonder if God ever spoke
_
the drained heart of god
Initials & pillars both flown, blown away
To await scripture from a new era
Is he there, in a modicum of fear

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013

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

I hope too much
It is such
that we live optimistically but for the sake of a headache
I seem intrinsically flawed
And maybe I'm too bored
for modern ways
and modern greats
I'd sing all night if I had the pace
But way down low - you know where feelings never grow
You'd find me, reading a book.

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2014

woke up this morning
'feels as if my limbs are ******* on too tight' I tell Dog
And further more ten minutes are needed in the black and witless
So then a hurry of imaginings
& so maybe sparked by the suggesting reflecting of the rotational clock parts
I don't know
wondering purged
but she was like an illusion
i could swear it
And I felt like being inside a movie
but a good one,
when the boy sees the girl
for the dawning moment.
Who know's if it's the soundtrack
hinting at hands to drag heels
wander sometimes

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013

Abounding,
a new suspicion.
Your history, like the sky's immortal smile in a sunbeam,
but you're not there.
I want you,
you were of the stars, and their pulsing radiance
is what mortal beings bask in, ignorance a final plea.

I search in the vanity of the town's conquests, every time it ever
won your witty reserve - search the gratitude of the folk, I search
their laugh lines for life's thanks
To see if they bettered you, are they worthy?
- some are dull as planks.

© Copyright David Bosworth August 2015

Reverse the flight of Lucifer,
Hurl back to heaven the fallen star;
Recall Eve's fate, establish her
Again where the first glories are:
Again where Eden's rivers are.

****** back contention, merge in one
Warring dualities, make free
Night of the moon, day of the sun;
End of the old war of land and sea,
Saying, There shall be no more sea.

With love of love now make an end;
Let male and female strive no more;
Let good and bad their quarrel mend
And with an equal voice adore.

Bow lofty saint, rise humble sin,
Fall from your throne, creep from your den:
The king, the kingdom is within,
That is for evermore, amen:
Was dead and is alive. Amen

*Ruth Pitter

At trees reunited or the Great Timber-yard in the sky
There are certain branches
who remember the incisions made
to fell their growth.
spurts & seasons,
and the wind rustling
through imagined leaves of
appendages long gone

All the gunge
symptomatic of sap coagulated
won't replace the
holes in the sky

© Copyright David Bosworth August 2013

how to take back things said
like words,
but red

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013

i wrote some songs
told them one by one
gave them silly names
what's the
point
some are as long as the delay
in the day
of an un-expectant mother.

© Copyright David Bosworth January 2014

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

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

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013

It's imperative to me to believe the universe has a centre, well, the Milky Way has one.
Solar System, too
What if, what if
there is no centre to anything and it's tragic the Sun has to think for the planets - elastic bands, floating soap bubbles in a bath

© Copyright David Bosworth December 2014

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

seagull over, above
reflects back
Led Zeppelin
to me
in folded angles

© Copyright David Bosworth April 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

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

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

Pacing the tiles..
   hello, hot pipe

© Copyright David Bosworth April 2023

War is a system. It is The System.
it is the means to keep people who feel insecure, securely tucked into a command bunker
Securely delegating their fears out,
so others who would rather plead insanity
Bleed vapidly in their leader's imaginings,
instead of war
who ever thought we had much, such in common?

© Copyright David Bosworth April 2013