Look away
      I can't
      it makes
      my blood boil
      
      it's like him
     throwing moral poison
      at the public-square
      on all
      
    
        my integrity and yours
      he wants to destroy
      and this he proclaims:
      ' I am the power
        the authority
        I know it all-
        everything else
        is trash
        only I, I alone
         am the saviour!'

         He scowls
         he grins
         he mocks
         he sneers-

        I've enough....

        If I had a revolver
       I'd immediately draw!

This is the power
of silence
it makes the other party
stall, guess, speculate, fidget
the longer
the more effective-

he's left dangling
as he waits and waits
at his watch he looks
and is close to the expletive

he begins to doubt himself
unsure whether to stay
or move away-
' Will some words
  this bloke say,?'

  Silence-
the punishment
the torture
the despair
( 'This guy
   is a tough chestnut!')

   An hour goes by
   '  I give up-
      on account
      of him
      I'll not die!'

    complete silence
    but for the caw
    of a crow which flies by......

In whatever I can
  I'll find a way
  to make this
a fun-derful day!

Much of life
       is a mist
       what's there
       your eyes would miss

       yet you linger on
       'and say: ' This isn't complete
       that which is not whole
       is in no way a treat'

       Who would wish
      to see a rose that's half -covered?
      A lover longs for a full commitment
      such a person frowns upon a flirt.

    A symphony with missing notes
    which music-lover would cherish?
    Would imagination alone
    substitute for  the real kiss?

I well know my reach-
  I never wish to compete

The day might
or not please:
I'm a stoic
I keep my peace

The heart has laws
that transcend those
of the highest courts
and leave the latter's in woeful throes.