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 Jun 2017 Patrick
Garry
Money for the rich
With money from the poor
They're gonna keep on taking
Till we don't have any more

Then they’ll call us scrounging *******
& when we feel like ****
They'll make us grovel gratefully
For anything we get

They'll grind & grind & grind us down
& down & down & then
Feed us lies & propaganda
So we'll vote them in again.
Just a rant.  Sorry.  But the world, UK at least,  seems to be rushing half arsed further and further into inequality and injustice.  Oh well.
 May 2017 Patrick
B H H Burns
I dodged a black hole,
Took a spin
'Round its event horizon,
Then
Regained Control.

Now I'm floating out in space,
The pull of it still lingers
But
I'm in a good place,
Safe from its embrace
And gladly giving it the finger.
This poem describes how I feel following a bout of depression
 May 2017 Patrick
B H H Burns
Tightly-wrapped thoughts only fester away
So unravel your mind’s bindings ’til they all fall away,
Open your soul to this curious world,
Let its beauty infuse you, as your body unfurls.

Let your eyes hear every sound your ears see,
Let your skin taste the sweetness of infinity,
Spread your perception out far and wide, then
Take a deep breath, and draw the universe inside.

You drink the sunlight that falls from the sky,
You breathe the air that gives everything life,
Your blood flows like rivers, and your flesh soft as earth
Your form and its functions all give your soul worth.

For nothing exists in all time and space
Without having reason, and purpose, and place, as
You are important, like all that you do –
For you are the universe, and
The universe
Is
You.
I wrote this to remind myself that, no matter what my depression might tell me, I have a place in the world, something I hope other people may feel to when they read it.
 May 2017 Patrick
Garry
Last night again I dreamt
of you.
the girl
With the flowers in her hair
Wrapped up in tidy tresses
stray wisps blown by the breeze
You're long and lean and limber
with curves……. Wheeeesh.
Dark eyes and drop dead smile.
You're gorgeous
I love you
Please can we have ***?

But I'm gonna have to tell you
It's something you should know
I hate them ****** flowers
They're gonna have to go

25th May 2017
An early draft yet.but.....
The "wheesh.." is more of a "whffff" or a "fffffffwwww" a sort of wistful gentle sigh, yearning with a hint  of  well intentioned lust. How do you spell that noise?
 May 2017 Patrick
Keith Wilson
Hot
 May 2017 Patrick
Keith Wilson
Hot
It's blistering hot
Here in England
No time to
Acclimatise
Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK. 2017.
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