pink may be required

among the stone and lingering

youth

has beautiful spots james
while i like any pattern that includes spots
and any other embellishment like bows

you know

let us look at things, differently.

often, we do things, no one ever sees.

that is you and me. two of us
dancing in the dark. it came
and went,

quickly.

adrift, will the sky at last explode, or will this hate
continue pointlessly, for  thousand thousands years.
numbers that cannot describe each particle of pain.

it would be an adventure
like in a film of survival or
explorers

paddling against the flow

later going with it
in a new boat especially

bought as a treat
the two of you

together

we looked up the word we
thought she meant
and it became unnegated

the true meanings get forgotten
while cultural attitudes kick in

remember animal life

i reckon to go get it
and later you may find the other one

and then

buy another one

jim

4°
mostly cloudy

he said the flames

came over the trees.

behind the buildings.

bombed the buildings.

they  do not know the darkness

how the light can fade into latin

& all things unreasonable

you feel like two people
that one is split in two

that the other one does
look a bit like you
only more so

some comes shocking and hard

to bear

james.

fighting the predictions

no words to describe the mass,

the danger of it all, the hate  that

rises.

the parallel,

power house.

bone house.

while some are better than others

with brick paths and woollen sweaters

most come happy

some with old regional accents and a love of vegetables

all to remind of pleasant days up the back sitting on upturned buckets in the sun

we are starting a new episode having done the training

it came as a pandemic and not a choice

yet some of it worked out lovely

varying kinds
and ages

it dries and cracks if not stored with care

biscuit tins are useful

wonder if i shall write serious,

tell thee all  hard stories that

don’t exist. i wonder if i shall stop,

when no one reads.

difficult knowing what to say

or whether to say anything

so bear whispers in my head

regarding the injustices, the

things not said

that he is now on a fifty pound note and being praised years on and no one mentions that he was treated like ****

ahem

that those coming here in fear will be treated like ****

ahem

what happened to the mantra on the sociables

to be kind

ahem

bear is ashamed to be of this country

prefers a different tribe

it is a tangled affair
too many people talking at once

it is a messy affair
paint smudges and runs

eventually all comes clear
one having the final say on board

predictions come and disappear
quickly as the local planes

sometimes heard
not seen
here

there is a small airfield up along
the coast

once the airship came
we drove to watch

it go over

heavy

days of our life

james

days of our lives

i slept late

due to the covers

have been looking,
for my breaking heart,
boxed
for anniversaries,
and having a good day.

i find a note that says
i am a magician,
and how.

should that dot be approved
and how about the predicted?

we came here early with many thoughts and remnants of the dream

walking further put up a heron
and while watching saw the
white egret
and a double decker bus

there seems to be a satisfying nature
in sawing and chopping wood

providing warmth and safety

for oneself
for family

i like sawing a lot

the action
watching the dust fall

laughing as it cuts through

a piece falls to the ground
to be gathered later

for whatever task is intended

we have a metal incinerator in the garden
as you know and only burned garden stuff

not used so much now the recycling centre

is back open
with organisation and printed labels

so very pleasing for some
a chore for others

they recycle most things
except the plastic bags

they go elsewhere

we have orange juice sometimes
instead of elderflower

all things refreshing

do you ever dream of a place
where you were so unhappy

that you have to go back
forcibly

do you ever wake up late
your neck hurting

like heck

do you console yourself that it
is winter

dark and to be expected
occasionally

do you still feel guilty
anyhow

some do

some are glad it was just a dream

ideas ,
allelujas of creativity.

let the change come slowly,


join the group.

yet when
she said my friend looked pretty
&
that I smelled nice
I sagged a little.

later that day
i found a message
request
from a soldier in the usa
holding a puppy & a rose
calling me a beauty

bird in hand is drawn
rules to guide us

with stars above that have no points
at all
yet each one has a story

( notes on darkness) more fairy lights is all that is needed, radio music, and padding about really….

some things fade with time,
with sun and washings.

this one remained bright,
even glaring

slight insertion of trees
with green
then the area comes more profound

the air cleaner

into the wild wood

feet plant into earth

again

skin sharp with lingered  frost

dust motes sing my heart high

the word came involuntarily,
others were stuck, yet i knew
them to be beautiful, and
so they are.

powers and dominions,
virtues

initially, crossed the  sea to the land, from one to another, then, talking. crossed the narrow bridge spoke of the past, you know what i mean.                                                                    

  courage to walk

away

speak those words, templar, that i cannot say.

another time, another place

maybe I should write beautiful

lilting stuff again with rhymes and things

like people seem to like


or tragic dark long stories

of dreadful deaths

and mourning

as before


today will say it would have been

an anniversary

for what that is worth


he asked me the year

and surprised that i remembered


of course i miss them

just pretending to be a hard *****

an old story remembered
that warm afternoon while all were playing
relaxing
the hunted tried not to sleep
there

we have such unimportant work
here, that needs not be done.

today, another power house installed,

i have to let some things go
now, yet the this remains.

whisper from you came
a good idea
to stop those dreams and headaches

the moon came bright with yet another name

wrap the house around you, then                            leave it.   out into the only world you know.   anxiety  comes with           the unfamiliar.                                         they call down the chimney.

so i will go back.   look at the buildings. two museums hiding,.               look at the buildings,

this is a mill town.

becomes part of the
pattern
a mark on the horizon

could change it for another yet it has become
a mantra

a pause like in breathing

have missed a day or so here
being busy with organising things

for something

and being out of work

while working here

forgot to write
so sorry and everything

our government is *******
things are falling apart

eating pies is a good idea

14.21

maybe it came across preachy

and was not intended so



it was the sound of the guns that startled

my day

then on being told that birds were the target
was sad



don’t mind what other folk eat at all

especially those on tug hill
over there



today i ate toast and honey that dripped

down my pyjamas



how are things?

think i heard a night jar

up the valley here.

it was a quiet night except

for that.

we have the window open now.

i had not thought that way yet when i do
that fearful memory comes to mind with
words I cannot say
here today

let us move forward and learn

to change things about kindly
to place items carefully
with purpose and peace

to observe

there comes five beings
with verve and caring

no wings to show
should we listen james?

talk goes on all day, about the heat,
the rain and drizzle,
no thoughts on the shipping
forecast. words red, remembered.

the bird, the boy, the machine,
there is only air between.

talk goes on all day, about the heat,
the rain and drizzle,
no thoughts on the shipping
forecast. words red, remembered.


the bird, the boy, the machine,
there is only air between.

no mention of gains or fortitude
some may look for the other one
some may find it

while the little people with their arms held high
dance in the sunlight with all that remains

the village remembered

there were blue skies

we went by bus

had it all been different i may
have taken further education
you know.

tell us things, take us without consent. there are no records

tell us things, take us without consent. there are no records

i think my work,
my soul
is in
my chest.

so you wake and hear the sound

then change your plans


arrow the tasks forward

then check the website and do not amend

accept the substitutes or refunds


move the car up

open the gate carefully so it does not break

again


these are little things


some of you out there are suffering

and how can I help?


the bear sighs and turns over