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I am the oak bent or' and aged
That once stood brave as natured raged
the lines were drawn the battle staged
and man with time compassion caged

I am the field scarred by each track
that shared the weight of soldiers pack
and too felt pain from shell and flak
and those gone forth no more came back

I am the breeze scented with death
as noxious gas inhaled as breath
sent young men blind without the f
and yet their leaders ears were deaf

I am the rain washed or their blood
and roused the poppies from their bud
to honour all whom fought for good
but died before they ever should

I am the cross the epitaph
the stolen kiss the chance to laugh
when young men walked the broken path
of anguish and the aftermath

I am the note that says beware
tread lightly here with tender care
for fresh eyed boys with features fair
bore arms for you now your weight bare

I am the oak with shrapnel scars
that guides their souls to waiting stars
where commoners prop up the bars
toasting their faith with three hoorars

I need only

breathe your hair

to

truly

feel ... alive

The mines

mined
my mind

and left behind...

their

darkness

Women in stilettos

make my *****
ache...


to be rubbed.

Her soft
lips

relaxed

all my aching muscles ...

but

one.

Pouring wine
upon
her cornflakes
turned
her pinks cheeks

Rose.

She wore the forests
and the oceans
alongside
mother earth

Down on my knees ...

reverently
accepting your gift

of..


sacrament.

Kiss
away my tears
that you

may

******* pain

You slept

unaware that I could not

for fear

you were

but a dream within a dream

from which my heart

could

never

wake unbroken

In a previous life

I witnessed

the death...

of

Christ

Women
mature like fine wine

whereas

men...

just become

bitter

You are free
to look through
any
windows

but

two.

A flower blooms to die
as do you
and
I

Cut away the fetid flesh
to see
her

lovely bones

Me and Ted

are off to bed...

so
goodnight

everyone

Cocoa and kisses
mingle gentle
upon my
trembling

lower

lip

The moon
is the swirl of cream

in bedtime...

coffee


:)

He sails a sauce pan in the sink
a mast made from a spoon,
and maps his ocean black as ink
beneath a light bulb moon.

He is searching for the islands
that they call the ***** Plates,
with golden beach of breadcrumb sands
beyond the Gravy Straits.

Where macaroni dolphins leap
beyond French Fries Lagoon,
and sing their songs as sailors sleep
beneath a light bulb moon.

Beware the corn cob crocodiles
that lurk beneath the foam,
betraying folks with welcome smiles
within their bone strewn home.

He navigates the boiling oil
and safely through the ice,
to find a place to hide his spoil
away from other mice.

So island claimed x marks the spot
his sailing days at end,
and I at last wash up my pots
that so amused our friend.

It took every ounce of self control
not
to kiss you...

not to take you in my arms

inhaling deep
the very scent of floral meadows
from your hair

not to hold your hands
with fingers trembling

nor to speak openly
my love...

my feelings

that I have
so often
held

here ...

close to my chest

muffling the very beating
of my heart

in such pained
poetic

silence

Yet

but for one moment of weakness
I could
have made known

my need

my pain

my longing to be touched

but no...

for I would never risk
all that we are ...

nor
all we have

for nothing more
than
a

moment of madness.

It took every ounce of self control
not
to kiss you...

not to take you in my arms

inhaling deep
the very scent of floral meadows
from your hair

not to hold your hands
with fingers trembling

nor to speak openly
my love...

my feelings

that I have
so often
held

here ...

close to my chest

muffling the very beating
of my heart

in such pained
poetic silence

Yet

but for one moment of weakness
I could have made known

my need

my pain

my longing to be touched

but no

for I would never risk
all we are ...

nor all we have

for one moment
of
madness.

Even...

her heated temper

makes our love

all the

stronger

Today
love will eventually give way
to pain
and depression.

Blood stained pillows

makes
for tainted dreams

and

waking nightmares

Money can't buy everything
as my childhoods
not
for sale

I crashed ...

they tried rebooting
but

finally

pulled

the plug

tea leaves
scatter fate or' fractured porcelain ...

offering

NO

sympathy.

Strike me

and

watch what I was

slowly become

nothing...

You pierced my heart

and
displayed me

for your


amusement.

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
the day is yet a dream
and I with you will share my cup
my coffee and my cream

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
Sweet offspring of the moon
and I with you will share the stars
here captured in my spoon

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
fear not the coming Sun
and I with you will share my friend
as im in need of one

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
let fears soft roll by
and I with you will share the storms
that in my teacup lie

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
as dawn doth soft now breaks
and let us now each share this space
and sleep as day awakes

A cardboard box some building blocks
some scissors and some string
four paper plates two Apple crates
a frizbe and a spring

A roll of tape a sheet of crepe
Some paint pots and a brush
five lolly sticks eight lego bricks
quick Ted we have to rush

Pram wheels four maybe one more
***** driver and some screws
A saw some wood there that looks good
With this we cannot lose

place two wheels square right under there
and ***** the screws in tight
Now same again that's done now then
let's fit the seat alright

The Apple crate will look so great
when painted red and green
The box cockpit is where we'll sit
and steer this wild machine

Add blocks and bricks and Lolly sticks
to make my dashboard bright
spare wheel on back now all we lack
are fireflies for our light

Jam jar ******* tight that looks alright
now place them there just so
what's that you said dear mister Ted
you want to have a go

The boxcar race is taking place
so we will have to run
I'll pull you steer were oh so near
to having so much fun

The starting line now grip the line
as dad gives us a push
We're building speed taking the lead
as past them all we whoosh

The end in sight Ted please hold tight
and please don't move about
Ten yards now nine we're doing fine
eight seven six... look out

FIVE more to go let's start to slow
the wheels with the brake
what's that you said dear mister Ted
we've made a big mistake

No brakes oh no two yards to go
and then the three bar gate
but wait just look it's off the hook
and open wide... oh great

1 yard we won the race is run
and yet we still race on
past in a flash we end up SPLASH
Stuck in the village pond

We may be wet but don't forget
we won a victory
For Daddy said that me and Ted
could have a winners tea

So party cake till bellies ache
and then it's time for bed
From bits of trash we made a splash
me and my best friend Ted

There's nothing

between you and me...


not even..


fresh

air.

My pillow

gives

cold comfort

when

absent of your warmth

Pillow

stuffed

inside your

discarded shirt

brings such

sweet

dreams

If
I dressed
as a paramedic

could
I

kiss you.

Do the cracks

devalue

the heart you once held

dear

?

You
promised me art
yet made
a
collage

of mine

come let me lead you through my mind
where angels tremble in their sleep
for fear the waking makes them blind
within the darkness dank and deep
the shadows skulk and hiss and scream
and reach for me with outstretched hands
with greed they feast upon my dreams
and run amok in fallen sands
they know my name the one I keep
within a jar beside my bed
along with tears I've yet to weep
and words as yet I have not said
they'll come for me if er' I rest
and let my guard so foolish fall
but yet I have to pass the test
though mine own fear doth me appall
so walk my mind but be aware
to never stray from well worn path
for if you do your soul they'll snare
and you shall feel their pain and wrath
for broken minds ner' know no peace
no glue nor tape can ever mend
so run away my hand release
forsake me now I beg their friend.

The moon
hid her face from me

within

unplumped
pillows

you eclipsed the moon and stars

with your ...

sweet

kiss.

Rheumatism
threatens to take away
my pen

and

my poetry.

You lay there
with bed head hair
and
morning breath...

Dried drool on your lower lip

the remnants
of last nights take away

still present in your teeth

and all I can think
Is

how beautiful you are

and

how much

I love you

Dates end with coffee
and a night
of
stolen sleep

She watches the world
through her
rose
tinted
wine glasses

Lover

Reclassified

as
chauffeur

as

my words

drove

you

away.

Her eyes
held me captive

her kisses
set me


free

When does

Day become Night

if not

when

you...


leave.

Unbelievable...

fallen wood

still burns
bright

after

a million years