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Michael John Nov 5
i
i

i thought to
write this
and then that
but in the end
said ****..

in a whisper
caught in two
or three minds
any happier?
*******..
Michael John Nov 5
woke
opening eyes
we have epithany

when you left me
i realised but
only too late..
Michael John Nov 1
when you left me
i felt a weight lifted
care-free and gay
and yet devastated

studied but free
in the days drifted
by and away
but in the night

ate my heart and strayed..
when you left me..
your eyes and smile
all i could see..
Michael John Oct 30
i
i

lily are you a
witch?
not sure?

probably are..
many are unware..
a shadow woman..

you are kin
to the cats
umbra feline..

and you know
what i´m thinking..
your aura a flittering bat

in a long forgotten
or bats..
cornish cove

where dwell stange
nymph
and what not..

sun and moon
happy and fair
size 10 airware..

ii

it is easy to flex
my cosmic doo-da
and low hex

or spell-(let me
consult thesaurus..)
and abracadabra..

just a question of
discovery
there is magic

in nature-it is undeniable
power in beauty
and beauty into power

cats and bats
and hedgehogs
ears of the devil

can it be transmited
from one heart
in a circular

fashion to another?
there is healing
love and rebirth..?

iii

in perfection her
reflections
in the mirror

where they see
past and future
omni-presence

do you think
she says-will it rain
should i take

an umbrella
the twain meet
the clouds break..
Michael John Oct 28
so i would say
you missed that bit
out..

sometimes i just thought it
in the silence
they might

ask what my book was
about-tolstoy´s rendition of
the napolionic wars..

or  portrait of an artist as
a youngman- joyce..
(that is a favourite..)

conflict of different kinds
nobody had an idea
what was going on..

the human condition fraught
with misunderstanding and
omission..

ii

any good?
not much..
so where was i
a litany of pointless

violence..without
an ending
faith to blood
hell and small bird..
Michael John Oct 28
i
i

the people i met later
said they never really
knew me..

that is because they
were not interested
i spoke

and the tumbling weeds
blew
the birds sang

sometimes i would say
i am an alien and
as we waited

in the silence and for them
to talk about themselves..
(which turned out to be

not far from the truth)
but in solitude
i found myself..

ii

maybe,lily says
archly-you were boring..
they were no more

interesting-believe me
one story-
i knew better than they..
Michael John Oct 27
a)
a)

solitude
woo
chet baker do
almost blue

alone or alien
too
teacher asked-
what are you

kind of red
that goes
ah..

b)

all they ever
wanted
was your heart

to stick little
pins-in and laugh
now is that too

much to ask
for free
of course..

ii

a)

sunday morning and
they even messed
with the time..

b)

what is wrong with
colour
i wish to be

a sunflower or a
bright vermillion
dragon

with a flickering grey
tongue
with eyes

as dead as the ages
one toe raised
and a tail quivering

like a nightmare
before and always
you..

iii

a)

dark lily?
´tis the season to be
the bloodied rose..!

b)

we never celebrated halloween
it came across the ocean..

the vicar said it was sick
we burned revolutionary catholics-

we built effegies
and begged pennies

the nieghbours said o
eff off now-

but ate our baked potatoes
we had fire works and fire so

rockets and catherine wheels
named after crucified martyrs

roman fountains and jumping jacks
and second degree burns

the sirens lit the rainy night
sparkelers bright wrote

we sang,remember, remember
the fifth of november

gunpowder, treason and plot..
and drank hot

soup and that,pyramids
can´t recall what they did..

b)

at school we learned
of guy fawks
who tried to blow up

the houses of parliment
but was grassed up
he was hung drawn and quartered

and his ashes scattered at
the crossroads
his head upon a spike

on westminster bridge
or something
how times change..
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