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 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
sunprincess
muses with words spun of finest silk
and as fragile as butterfly wings
never cometh spilling those words
for my broken pen to flow over scrolls
leaving messages for all time
 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
Poetry First
to a summer of metamorphosis you feasted my soul
                      and in copious embraces melted my icy roots
withered the nectar of warm tender kisses
                         the bitter grip of my white winter’s solitude


to call of seasons you uncaged my spirit
                                    joyful flights into spring skies I made
parched soil of mine regaled thick grey clouds
                monsoon rains I drank from the cup of my palms


on net of fragrance of flowers that laced my way
             sprouted verses from kernels of my dormant seeds
petals of rose, lilies, jasmine and chrysanthemum,
                the parchments where I etched lines of my poetry


stagnant waters had moved past cold mute stones
                      with luminous force of lightening in a dark sky
breaking boulders of obstacles gushed a stream
                                        with solutes of emotions and ecstasy
 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
Keith Wilson
The Birthwaite Gardeners


The Birthwaite gardeners
are at it again
They work so hard
they look in pain
They have hung some bags
to protect their seeds
They don't mind the birds
taking the weeds
They dig by night
they dig by day
As they go along
their merry way


Keith Wilson     July 2017
 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
Keith Wilson
Very aggressive birds
even with their own partners
The evil squawk
reminds me of witches and death
They are constantly chasing
small birds away
They fight for position
whilst trying to bathe
in the fountain
They fight for scraps of food
lying around
 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
Keith Wilson
I  have  been  thinking  .recently.
About  a  long  lost  Uncle.

I  was  only  a  small  boy.
When  he  was  setting  off  for  work

He  would  always  say.
Aw  well  another  round  of.
savage  amusement.

It  seems  to  have  stayed  with  me.

Keith  Wilson  Windermere.  UK  2017.
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