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RH 78 Nov 2019
Left kidney aches and a hum resonates in the cranium.
The boiler kicks in with its usual click, click, buzz.
Silence is broken by a whoosh overhead plane breaking clouds above.
All is quiet.
All is tranquil.

If I could just see you again.
Thinking of those I've loved and lost.
I miss them more when all seems normal.... Nothing will ever be the same again.
RH 78 Aug 2019
When you left
I felt low
I felt hurt
I felt crushed
I felt upset

After you left
I felt stronger
I felt alive
I felt independent
I felt awake

Now you have left
I feel stronger
I feel wiser
I feel happier
Not every ending should be sad. In time YOU will feel better. In time YOU will feel STRONGER. Some things are not meant to last but provide you with experience and knowledge to have a better life.
RH 78 Aug 2019
Grain falls through hourglass

Sand on sand, pyramid like

You grey, I grey

Withering clasping hands

Doting eyes upon growing child

Bursting beaming light

Energy combined

Distance a mere circumstance

No holding back

Intense timeless love
RH 78 Aug 2019
You are
Gold dust

You are
Gold dust

You are
Gold dust

You are
Gold dust
You are amazing
RH 78 Feb 2019
Wind in hair.
I took you there.
Roof down.
We rode round town.
Young and free.
It was meant to be.

Wind in hair.
We travelled there.
By passenger jet.
Foreign lands we met.
Wiser and older.
Beauty in eye of beholder.

Wind in hair.
Memories to share.
Two kids in tow.
A family to grow.
Happy and content.
A life heaven sent.
I love my family. It means the world to me. My partner and kids are my life.!
RH 78 Feb 2019
Upon a bed of newspapers lay a creased red cotton shirt.
No fixed abode
Dirt appears on dirt
Grind teeth.
Got any change said man with can in hand.
Card and blanket with dog curled underneath.
Comatosed body rigid from a fix.
Brandished **** and theif.
Patchwork multicoloured polyester tents adorn a high end shop.
The homeless issue continues to worsen in London. I can’t remember seeing it so bad.
  Jan 2019 RH 78
Robert Szankowski
A kiss to dissolve
the mobs among us,
a kiss to let go of
the humdrum world.

To cover our shivers with a blanket,
gold and shimmering,
made of touch and taste, warm
as the night sky with the moon
sighing cherry wine into our oceans.

The roar in the ripples roll
with the beat of each breath,
into veins, into hearts,
into the fingers which massage
the islands of our imaginations.

Oh what a kiss! How sweet the air!

The cup of our mouths brim
towards elation, they burn
with each graze tempting morning.

Let us not waste this kiss.

Let us hold together the stars,
to close and tighten them
into a mason jar like fireflies
made of heaven and desire.

So that when day awakes
into night, our love
shall be released
where it was found,
where it is free,
where it begins again.
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