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Michael John Aug 2024
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-hello happy?!?
-how did you out?!
well.i was incarcerated

but with a cunning combination
of howling(a la luna)
and moribund silence-

i was allowed back in the house..
then jeanie came across
with a bottle for strictly

and at approx 8-05
they ordered in..
lin arrived on his vespa

and while remuneration
and change began
i was away

nose in the air
heart of the plain
to the pickled gherkin..

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money takes precedence
not much is free
but beer and chips

there is love and history..
i watched you from afar
i see you near-

(ernie-ecce ****!)
hello,edna-
charmed,i´m sure...
Michael John Aug 2024
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to give it a full name
all our yesterdays
(or the future game..)

all the same-lugubrious
or happy-
he runs past ernie!

but stops enthralled
young again-a man in
a  hat

of the beige brigade
with the aid of dance
tells a story..

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when i was young
i danced alone and now
i dance alone-

the bit between was
fun
an eternity gone

all too soon-
i was a stone
i was a cross

i was water..but
look close do you see
regret?

do you see hate?
(happy leans out..)
wags his tail..

i have lived..
slowly,slowly,
he does the splits..

arms akimbo
defiant and proud
o crescendo...!
Michael John Aug 2024
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to wait patiently
to construct a moment..
to play a full note

beauty and faith..
a heavy load
take´s courage..

heaven in hell
and vice-versa
to wait at a door

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for a yes or no
to be paid
for an echo..

a coin tossed into
a well
or just the plain boredom..

to be terse
in a verse
in a poem..

or just bite the paintwork
or sin
(later regret-)

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to be lugubrious
or happy
to howl in

a nonchalent
unaffected by it all
kind of a style..

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hello?!happy!
what are you doing here?
waiting for you-!

and through..
into what..
that is closed..
Michael John Aug 2024
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well..down at the
pickled, it is quite still,
(after happy hour some tears, perhaps..)

johnny crash, and the sad rehearse,
you aint nothing but a hound dog!
ernie,lone star, on the dance-floor

with a move reminiscent of
travolta
threatens to throw a hip..

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a god points at a silver star-
edna and gb take their drinks to
a quiet corner..

do you remember..?!some
laughter..two heads close but
not too close

silhouettes
like shy flowers..
time´s illusionary petals

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fall away..
well, quite a long time ago..
(but behind and in the window

happy stands-like
hal in the lip-reading scene
of 2001..)

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*** the doorman approaching
with his raffle-tickets
but they seem like

they have won
a cruise to a sunny horizon
do you guys need refreshing?

no,we are fine-not a cloud,
johnny sings of a thing called love
and even the sad are smiling..

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a happy ending..
he makes his way to the door
*** is solid-gone

happy waits patiently
sniffs his paw
he will go say, howdy..
Michael John Aug 2024
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an old flame?!
is that not-just
la juste mot..?

how many years,
edna,
since we last met..?

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you look the same!?
o ****!?-
no,not changed a bit..

(grumpy puts his game
face on-)
may be we could sit

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play-catch-up..?
mossy on down memory lane
yup..?

a smile so pretty enough
of assent-yes,
i would like that..

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but watching at the
corner
stood the pup from hell

and his eyes are not red
but sea-green..
well..
Michael John Aug 2024
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so,look here´s five pounds
have yourself a drink
thanks mum-
be sure to keep happy-
in...

yes,he´s in the shed-
shall i give your hat
a brush?
yes,here, in the shed-

crying for the antecedents!
running with the pack
wild as the mountain!
see the moon past..

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grumpy heads to the
pickled gherkin-jeanie,
from over the way-
brings a bottle for

strictly, and happy
worms his way out of
captivity-he is a good boy!?
they order in..

lin **** on delivery-
crispy seseme chicken
at the door of sweet
aroma-happy, sees his

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chance..!..past the fried rice
and prawn *******-
past the soya sauce and
fortune cookies-

(past, for the wise is past..)
the double exclamation-
at the gherkin grumpy chats
with lug-
gubrious ***..

(the doorman..)
when serendipity does
a thing..
edna?!...is that you?!

o grumpy boots..
what was the song..
long past..
but there, in their eyes..echoes..
Michael John Aug 2024
poetry is a very wide stream
like being amusing
or write about death
but the two are not mutually
exclusive-the same h20..
if you will..

you might be accused of morbity
or trivuallity
sometimes you can´t win
i mean what actually is the point
i can´t feel your pain
perhaps i lack empathy
you pay the bill..

what you do is what you do
one of seven billion
i write and read on a completely
personel level-an artist..
you are a soul sure but so
am i..unless we have talent
we don´t..simple..
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