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Michael John Jan 2022
can you think of an instance
when you can go somewhere
else

you probably can
but you can´t
is nt life quaint..?
Jan 2022 · 68
barter has been replaced
Michael John Jan 2022
barter has been replaced
by the corner shop
the corner shop by the supermarket
by a piece of plastic
ain ´t life fantastic?
Jan 2022 · 81
a foot poised
Michael John Jan 2022
a foot poised
tween terra firma
and the 1st rung
of the ladder

i asked,
of success and karma,
life´s wanting
and sadder

i put, alas,
it back there..
and sang
a song of her..
Jan 2022 · 454
my memory is on
Michael John Jan 2022
my memory is on
the blink and
i can´t think

what is a name
eat fish,(i re-iterate)
i would sooner forget..
Jan 2022 · 72
my memory is not
Michael John Jan 2022
my memory is not
too hot
it might be

a vitamin deficiancy-
they say,eat fish!
i prefer to for get..
Jan 2022 · 66
my memory is not
Michael John Jan 2022
my memory is not
what it might be
or is it-
eg

eat fish
they say
i would rather
forget..
Jan 2022 · 98
i am not
Michael John Jan 2022
i am not
a pipe or ***
a monkey or sot
a dash or dot
a little or lot
a babe in a cot
why,when,or what
cold or hot
living rot
a distinct blot..

i am on the other
a fair listener
a brother
a sister
a mother
a father
further
nearer
hand sand
a magic wand
canned and
desparate dan
an avid reader
exotic and bland
black and tan
ollie and stan..

i don´t care much
for twits or aircraft
kits
wits
twix
that´s untrue
small bits
of stuff
too tedious to
go into
fascinate..

i am old and
young
i am dead and
gone
i am an acorn
a pagan
a lucky stone
amid seven billion
odd and even
i don´t hate
this seems strange
hate is healthy
like love
i worry
if i can´t hate
what..

i am musical
this is all
for me
i played the guitar
immedietly
and cant stop!
a top or head
the little girl beside
me was so enamoured
she said she would be my girl
friend
i started playing the
penny whistle at thirty
and harmonica some time
after
and then the violin and
drum in spain
the mandolin is fun..

i read poetry for thirty
year
before putting pen to
paper
sometimes i wish i
had not bothered
and sometimes i
am glad..
sad and
mad..

it is a point
but less
an ing with a
bless
i sky
i am at
sea
a bull
a lull
a sea gull
sea gulls..!!

i can tell you
something about
sea gulls
but what is the
point
i am resisting
smoke
i am empty
and full
i loathe thats
ok
killing time
bats are col
or cool or perhaps
anything that can
fly
loathe is somehow
lithe..
i like hats..

cats
rats
bats
fats
waller

cosy flats
welcome mats
pitter patt
rain in the
small wee hours
flowers

not so much
less a point
today i was thinking just
how worse
can it be
i think about the generation
lost in the first world
war
to die so young..
i got three books at the boot
sale or two, one is the prose
of pushkin
i like to read a short story
at breakfast
and something by the author
of cathy come home..homeless in
the uk in the sixties..
it puzzles me that the
richest country in the world
for a long time, had such
poverty..

but it does not pay to
dwell on such pain
i got three dvds-
some how an end
begins-
i watched marlene
ditrich as
a powerful russian queen..
clever trevor
and nina hagan
i can reccomend..
and jack london
the short stories there
of..
love is a suitable
finale..
Jan 2022 · 56
red is to stay
Michael John Jan 2022
red is here to stay
just as well
with a little thought
under a star

the what is it
frequency
god brought
a scene-

said alright
head,
sipped a fine
pinot
-

something short
and snappy
examining a nail
moon
hot

said
bled
fred
dead
and

mm
lonely
...
Jan 2022 · 127
i wish the red would just
Michael John Jan 2022
i wish the red would just
go away
i am fed up now
a few days
a lost cow ok...

an unmade bed
some dull party
a mountain low
a sixth toe
taboo

we poets are made
to starve
half is half
and none is
none
truth is economical..
Michael John Jan 2022
i)

my life has been a complete waste of
time
i have achieved nothing
i am a total failure..

ii)

my father did nt know if
i was an idiot or a
genius..
i was too idle to fall

off the couch..
he said i would get into
trouble..
(beware the ides of march..)

iii)

but despite all
i quite enjoyed it
thus far are
we not the culmination of
our days
how ever..
Jan 2022 · 58
pteryla!
Michael John Jan 2022
i)


pteryla!
an area with
feather
hope is a thing
with feathers
(emily dickinson)
without feathers
(autobiog. by woody allen)
i am spitting feathers-
(i would like a cup of tea)
you could have knocked me
down with a feather-
surprise!
my love strokes me with
a feather-
sensuality
white feather-
coward
my old favourite
jay
(you and me)
feather to write
feather to fly
feather to be..
Jan 2022 · 63
why stress the
Michael John Jan 2022
i)

why stress the
obvious
and leave other
stuff
to the birds
is it enough..

sing, like billy-o-
(god, knows we
did nt ask
to
be..)
love

sits square upon
their tongues
and in a stretch
of a wing
beauty and
understanding..

ii)

they say, michael,
(for we are familiar)
(not in the demon-witch-helper
genre but maybe,no,
sometimes they lack
decorum though-)..

iii)

quite or quiet,
for their silence
saved (me)
on occassion
for,what do we
fear most in the
jungle,children..
Michael John Dec 2021
why everything is underlined
in blood red
(ask god ..)

go head
imbibe wine
look for truth

(soon be dead)
look for love
and sing:

we will live on!
in the way of believing
in water and stone..

go break bread!
(in the ways between
death and living..)

look around
take it in
around and around..
Dec 2021 · 79
i found a snow flake
Michael John Dec 2021
i)


i found a snow flake
(a lesson for us all
original if full
of holes..)

she told of love
fell from above
iridescent dove
(with the huff..)

what to make
turning blood
if it would
one day s
it stood

mighty but
lost
cold we flossed
no place to
go..

ii

my name is lily
she said
(and tossed an unanointed
point through
my heart)

first we must die
to live
(-roll me a spliff
you give and i
take-easy..)

we are ancient and
freed
our seed
our eternal way
some ways
lay..

iii)

taste this stuff
it dance on the
tongue
in color ripe
always young

alright enough
you have enough
i have
love
to give..

lily,you say..?
i found a snow flake
it was ***** and
forgotten
i have wisdom
you have light..

with her might
she twisted and followed
in-dum-dum
a light..!
a barb dripped

stay there..
now we stay
i watched across
the floor
so far away
fire..

she returns and
like an angel
makes her offering
a sacrifice
and simple

smiles
he gave me his lighter
smoke like
while
time..

iv)

lily
what to say
say nothing
look here
do you want some
well,it is mine
let us not forget
the concept of
possession
or would you
thankyou
i am old school
and here we render unto
caesar..


v)

you may have the
wind in the trees
and beauty
a lot of wood
and seeds, mostly
(yeah,well this is
1979..what can you do?)
i prefer hash
so do i..
so what we live
we die
i can live free!
you read hesse?
i prefer the russians
is nt the waiter
odd
yes,he is-
his children
are beautiful
is there work
i don´t want to work
i had some good jobs
i had bad-digging holes
carrying bricks
you are mad...you want
to hear a joke..



we stayed in white
boxes
the showers were live
wired
the landlady was
kind
fish and soup
wheelbarrows and
pelican
our landlord enjoyed
our parties
he shook all our
hands
we had to lock the
door in the end
his vegetable garden
we were proud!
the surf was the last
noise..soon we were
gone and on the beach
when the tourists came
the english in their underpants
we were on our toes..


vi

he keeps putting his
tongue at me
it´s the cold
is that his wife
yes,did you eat
did you eat
we will go to the
soup kitchen
sounds delightful
and down copious
cheap claret
for a panacea
what is that
is a goat tethered
upside down
the cuisine is
sin
and gold pouring..
ah,to be young..

vi

in the cinema
and off to the disco
in the olive groves
a white house

in the sun
in the evening
with beer and
coffee and cognac..
Dec 2021 · 75
a hot tree party
Michael John Dec 2021
i)

a hot tree party
what a time
a lesson learned
carrying water
how the children
played..

trapped in the dance
hawkwind slayed
us
no mercy
stuck for months
we raved..

ii)

after i went to
the lowlands
my old van
in among
the daffodils

and carp-
after such a cold
winter and a
mad spring
on our bicycles

a harp sky
after sundry
breakdowns
tears like clock-
works
man at c and a..
spinning cheeses
i would go

see fiet
who was nice
and in a remarkably
small area
in a canal boat
had many
cats and dogs and
a chicken and served
tea..

she told of her life
¨when i was a lady..¨
sometimes war
broke out
skaters would glide
by
piles of beautiful
old books..


and a cat on top
she told me of
jan steen
and through her
i saw love
once some children
brought a swan
they thought dead
but she(fiet)
blew up it´s nose
and it flew off..
who was most surprised..lol..

she had one small dog
who went everywhere
with her
it perched high in
the passenger seat
of her 2cv..
with a smile and
windswept fur..
possessive and guarded..

fiet was a journalist
but she grew tired
as we do
she was kind
an interesting mind
she was someone to
lift the chill
and she apologised
for the mess
well,it was sunday
we ate chess nuts!
while the cats and
dogs and chicken
played..
Dec 2021 · 100
yesterday and no fibbing
Michael John Dec 2021
yesterday and no fibbing
a robin unbidden
like a mad bobbin
threatened-

crying we are no
good!
but that is the way
it is..

still,you have the
choice-
it is a ****
sandwich!

put out the light
and take a bite
god,
we have a name

or go
somewhere
where it is
exactly the same..
Dec 2021 · 146
a robin appeared
Michael John Dec 2021
a robin appeared
bringing rain
stuck high to fear
with chilled pain

red of breast
an endless refrain
a tear
who to blame

our fate seared
love wains
together
stained..
Dec 2021 · 469
a robin appeared
Michael John Dec 2021
a robin appeared
appeared at my window
unbidden
it´s eye bright
fluttered a sweet
wing-sat on the
cacti for low
and high and flew
into the morning
chill but returned
some time on..
Michael John Dec 2021
are we forever to stuff- say not enough!
our faces like so many
newly born chicks..?
never suffice -
riches endless
bottle of scent..!
our souls
gone west..
?
Dec 2021 · 201
are we forever to stand
Michael John Dec 2021
are we for ever to stand
in the playground
pointing our salt and vinegar
finger

crying teacher..!
our lame fury vent
-hoping no-one will
notice our

***** little secret..?
Dec 2021 · 53
how thick does the skin
Michael John Dec 2021
how thick does the skin
need  to be?
(how long a piece of
string..!)

if a sin,
self-immolation-
then, for why
the fingers point..
(ing)..?
Dec 2021 · 129
do the bunny rabbits
Michael John Dec 2021
do the bunny rabbits
shine!?
oh,like the sun
knowing and in
ignorance..ah..

their very look
fine
up and down
smiling and laugh..
la!

what do we want!?
nada..!
like the air
and wine
it is free just to
be..
like beer and pitza...
Michael John Dec 2021
there is life and death in
music´s then...
god,put something on
and created man
she or he
shouted ole!?
and we noted and
recall prob.
when we create
like birds
indefinable
but loved..
Dec 2021 · 47
i woke this dusty morn
Michael John Dec 2021
i woke this dusty morn
with dreams forlorn
someone tossed a key
backhand to me but
fell where no-one knew..

we searched high and low
and though there were some
it was not the one
and to what did it cut
anger a hole in a heart or

you..in laughter..or dome´s
ancient tear..
to unlock and free your
love..
or your dying glance
to me..
Dec 2021 · 90
i had a purple
Michael John Dec 2021
i had a purple
but was crumpled
ah well not
to dwell
some love
just disolved not
all lost..

a lesson learned?
faith burned?or
future´s earned
(delicate fern..)
Dec 2021 · 60
what is worth a cost
Michael John Dec 2021
what is worth a cost
(when the price is nowt)
if the penny so pretty
buys out-

if we fall and lost
to shamble about
no longer we
but cheap tout-

who then is boss?!
is there doubt!?
when love is free
and how..
hi..p.a.m.a.o.b.s.l...poets against materialistic apartheid over brotherly sisterly love..
Dec 2021 · 63
for a while i thought of
Michael John Dec 2021
for a while i thought of
nothing
-it allows the self to
sing-

from that voice is
bidden
a  well of
understanding..


refreshing and
new
a void of me
and you!

with no past
and no future
only now
can begin..
Dec 2021 · 67
what do they call that
Michael John Dec 2021
i)

what do they call that
when an army encircles-
some mad chuckle
from down the street..

-an antiquated expression-
a fifth column
(franco,attacked in four
columns-

the fifth was inside)
siege..!could go on
for years
and we ask why..?

ii

there is your heart
and there your pride
to consider
and there is mine

there are machines of
war
a horse and cart
and what we
were..

i can see you still
and what you
are
here-

a tin hat upon a
stick
some clear sky
and fear..
Michael John Oct 2021
the blackbird in the agave
watching me
it´s beady eyes
say free-!

here a secret!?
all i got to
do is to find
some key

to unlock me-
he sticks his proud
tail high
two wings

fold like love
inside
and his happy sigh
goes high..!
Oct 2021 · 48
you listen to me
Michael John Oct 2021
i)

you listen to me
but fail to comprehend
when you say we
deserve what we get-

i see..
when you say then
nothing for nothing
we have to pay..

ok-
and-render unto caesar
that which is casears´
(me?)

the concept of possession
i grasp
and a piece of poison
a laugh

yeah,yeah..
everything costs!
whether it be
brilliant or mediocre..

(bad = good
good=?
sick=good
good=?)

crystal clear..
(and supply equals
demand and vice-
versa..)

undeniable
irrefutable
what else
(as mrs thatcher said,

you can not buck
the market!
(but she married a
millionaire?!)

ii)

and if you´re
disliked may as
well go dig a
hole..

the popular
were mostly
psychos
as i recall-

they said
well,
he´s not a
bad old

boy
but don´t get
on his wrong
side

(or yon side)
i wondered..
i wonder
as you get

older..
the ******* and
lies
accrue

higher and higher
(and you say
surely that is
the cherry)

it is easy to retreat
into a world of
fantasy-
we clutch at

words like reality
and even destiny
and the bird´s
will not quit

it..
listen to what i
say..
tt..
Oct 2021 · 67
ah, wee bird of truth
Michael John Oct 2021
ah,wee bird of truth
nothing new
flies through
subterfuge

to sit in the agave
and watch me
like i know see
free..
Oct 2021 · 74
ah wee bird of truth
Michael John Oct 2021
ah wee bird of truth
what is new
your wing clipped
by smile
and subterfuge..

they sit in the
agave
and watch me
like i know
i watch you..
Oct 2021 · 157
philantthropy is
Michael John Oct 2021
philanthropy is
the
way to go
-ipso facto,
obvious, but not
always easy to put
into practise (forgive my
clumsiness)..

any act of kindness
i  
recall was sometimes
repaid in myriad ways
in pattern and coincidence
that left undeniable faith
until today..
Oct 2021 · 192
doctor, i don´t like you
Michael John Oct 2021
doctor, i don´t like
you-
(it is nothing personnel
you understand
you are probably
a decent man
but it is the mountain
of bull-****
that accrues day
by day
that taint´s every
breath i breath
it is the hypocrisy
it is the mean way
it is the beady
little eye
it is the fatal
shrug
nothing´s torpid
hug
in a living hidden
with lie
silence omits
we forgotten
song gone
understanding
sympathy
empathy
peachy
why i don´t
like
it is not really
understanding
why..)

a man walks into
a bar
and slaughters
all
puts a disc on
and makes
breakfast..
Oct 2021 · 38
Untitled
Michael John Oct 2021
doctor,i woke laughing
could n´t  see a thing
what now brings
yesterday stings
then in
waiting

i dreamt on
lost and a
lone
love done
i carried sleeping

like a last corn-
flake fixed to a
white plate
a tear that snug
and would
if and wait

on my shoulder
doctor
and said i will
remember
your kiss a
tickling whisker

i woke again
thought where have
i been
i wondered nuclear
waved a curtain
and thought the
morn clear..
Oct 2021 · 162
doctor, i woke
Michael John Oct 2021
doctor,i woke
laughing
love was stoked
a nuclear

engine!
i was fat/thin
onward **!
where i´d been?

a lost
alone and
gone
dream..
Oct 2021 · 94
doctor,it hurts when
Michael John Oct 2021
doctor, it hurts when
i do this
well, don´t do it
then..

a very old joke
but not  
bad
philosophy-

ignoring enviroment
conditioning
and our duality

love-hate
pleasure-pain
if it hurts-desist..

ii

doctor,i have four minutes
to live!-
what can you do
for me!?

(he could boil an egg)
life´s brevity..
man´s faith in
modernity..(?)

iii

doctor,
i love her
and yet
she seems
not and that is
no joke..
Oct 2021 · 705
doctor,what happens
Michael John Oct 2021
doctor,what happens
if we die in our sleep
we shall sigh and laugh
go deeper and deep

and  no longer have
or have not-but weep,
like the little waif-
for shall we reap

our just deserts..if
our hearts, can keep
if ourselves hate
our goodness reaps

naked and loveless..
our faith a high leap
a time to pay
(and the cost  steep)

if,we die in our sleep
dreams of today
nightmares.. creep..
away...
Oct 2021 · 51
doctor,will live long
Michael John Oct 2021
doctor, will live long
in great duels
of love and passion
vanquished fool

all  have wronged
faith renew
great fusion
honour accrued-

the dragon
yore the true
banner wins
silver and blue!

for the maiden
evil through
the black knight in
the dust too-

at sundown
lady wooed
a goblet of wine
the gallant..
Oct 2021 · 69
what became of memory
Michael John Oct 2021
what become of memory
term is away
sentimentality

less mercy
happy
see

like we would say..
what did we  say?
what to say..
Oct 2021 · 52
what become of memory
Michael John Oct 2021
what become of memory
some die raving
over triviality

while others say
mass murdering
that´s the way!

go happy
smiling
and care free..
Oct 2021 · 63
what become of memory
Michael John Oct 2021
what become of
memory
we sitting by the
sea

i watched your ruddy
cheeks
and following
the

waves
that hardly
bother
to break

we are but still
there
your eyes shining
and shiny hair..
Oct 2021 · 168
why,we still habit
Michael John Oct 2021
why,we still habit
the cave
(abe-normal brain)
on fridays
time may save-

a large non-
descriptive
box
may-may wax and
wane

life is odd
and love is too
the certain craved
only to find

the same
ah but when it
has gone
then..
Sep 2021 · 451
why,we still habit
Michael John Sep 2021
why, we still habit
the cave
in fear
of endless waves

in the night
the predator craves
blood
we have

no flight    
and none saved
stay still and
pray god..
an idea from stanly kubrick´s 2001..
Sep 2021 · 63
do you have
Michael John Sep 2021
do you have a
special time
something that
will happen or
has-perhaps
you have an
interpretation
birth or death
an infinite
brake of static
or a twix and
and a glass of
milk..
Sep 2021 · 46
thank you
Michael John Sep 2021
thank you
little serrated line
endless
a worried mind

stretching away
to less
howl some law
of diminished

return -
back and again
round and round
dying and awakening..
Sep 2021 · 53
why bother
Michael John Sep 2021
there are so many
ways to be
(more then i

can say)
more then stars
in the sky-

different hearts!
pulsing away!
why..
Sep 2021 · 51
there are so many
Michael John Sep 2021
there are so many
versions of reality!
but not to worry-

you know your´n
i know mine
fine-

how´s the weather?
hither and thither o
long the tether..!
Sep 2021 · 54
sometimes an opening
Michael John Sep 2021
sometimes an opening
is only recognisable
years later
when destitution
and loss enable
we go..oh yeah..
times and time
pass us all
say i loved her..
Sep 2021 · 52
sometimes an opening
Michael John Sep 2021
sometimes an opening
may come and then
sometimes it won´t-

yesterday a rare dawn
cold inspiration
an endless font

todays  blank
sunset honed down
to can´t

think and who
cares anyhow
on the whole

i´d rather be a
cow
or a whale

than a poet..
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