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Mar 3 · 48
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Michael John Mar 3
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the trick is not to
look back (or as
dennis hopper says
in his movie, so
elegantly,
no looking back..)

but since the future
is only accessible to
a few
we have to make do..
learn to sew
the difference re-new
circling true..

ii-
Mar 2 · 48
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Michael John Mar 2
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no trouble to rhyme..
(spelling that is my aim)
i, took about ten minutes..

and how about, grok?!
you ever hear that one?-
to understand profoundly..

what?..yeah..grok..man..
death is..
(***,says lily..)

ii

not a question of demand
and supply
not a picnic

not do or die
same for all the pixies
or a return..

obituaries-burn
in hell or heaven
bound..

one line-or
a single word-
like, why..
Mar 1 · 55
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Michael John Mar 1
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my work will be
read
when i´m
dead

(the rats will be
fed)
enough said
immortal

tread
shunt off this
mortal coil
head

to the stars
red..
love-
bled..

ii

i will have lived
i believe
just a fallen leaf-

it all too brief!
but the weave
eternal creed..

iii

enough of death?!
now, lily-
grok..!

the present left
let´s see
tick-tock..!
Feb 28 · 55
i know,
Michael John Feb 28
i know,
they are waiting for me
to die..

patience, lily,
(she has a touch of
the paranoias..)

life passes in the
twinkling of an
eye..

trust in that..love
and ask not why
beauty and

acceptance
sure
10=10..!

ii

postumous is for
the possums
um-

when she dies
her work will be
wisdom-

beyond silver and
gold..
words like timeless

will be bandied
stories told
some of us

begin at the end
the very last
or penultimate

grain
to fall
..

iii

meanwhile life
is hard
a mean card

you hear the one
about the broken heart
and the

lost dirge-
eternal love sworn
some tooting words

fitted up like a acorn
some hallow accord
just to pass the hours

and then the dawns
sacrifcede
i thought different

but the truth at last
some grass
soon be dead

and then no more
cheating
and names

no more giraffes
that laugh and
wait

no more silly ways
10 will indeed equal 10
once again..
Feb 27 · 31
it does not matter
Michael John Feb 27
it does not matter
how lovely you are
if the price is 10 euro
the price is ten euros

it does not matter
how cheap and greedy
you are..if the price is..
the price IS..

it does not matter
what liars and hypocrites
the price is 10 dollars
10..

shout and scream
have a baby
the price is the price
is 10 dollars..

ii

o lily is experiencing
some resistance in the market
place-sales are down..
i don´t make the effing rules..!?

but in these hard times a book
of poems is way down on
the list of priorities-the food bank
a blot on creation..
Feb 26 · 45
my second guitar was
Michael John Feb 26
my second guitar was
electric and red
and i had a book by
bert weedon called
play in a day-
(a misnomer if ever
there was!)-the first song,
was bobby shaftoe,
followed by there is a
tavern in the town..
(and then jumped by light years..)
but influenced people like
hank marvin and who did he not
influence?!-not me..'!

i was floating down stream
with hammy hamster and the guys!
bull rushes and sails
delicate melody and sunny reflections
(in c major)..the sweet breeze in the
trees..!
Feb 26 · 39
my first guitar was a
Michael John Feb 26
my first guitar was a
shoe box
and elastic bands..
(for machine heads i
don´t recall..)

i listened to giulani´s
study
on the box-
tales of the river bank
a ball..!

and in later years
(when i was out of my
box)
i came across his andante in
c major-opus 43,
no six-

i was a little boy once
more
(hammy hamster)
and i have it today somewhere
but better on the whole
it remains lost..
Michael John Feb 25
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one of the great challenges in
this world is to know enough
about a subject to know your right-
BUT NOT ENOUGH TO KNOW
YOUR WRONG..?!

what is that ******* asks lily
marking a page
i dunno, its sunday morning..
you got it wrong-no..

it´s lost now anyhow..
confuse them with the truth
there is now information unbounded
yet we are still dumbfounded..

once, we never left the village
we knew more then
he no-doubt went on to explain
while we were thinking, right-wrong

never enough-this world *****
anyway you look at it-
(i smelled money in the cosmic breeze)
put some pink floyd on..
what are you reading..?

the marsh arabs by, wait-wilfred
theisger..it´s a *******?!
(if you like travel books-)
only chapter two-now
hospitality is the name..
Michael John Feb 24
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well done lily to germany
for liberalization of it´s  cannabis
laws..

here,
it does peculiar things to
my mind-

like, it slows down time
i hear voices..
but as spring advances

so does my eczema
and i might
i say might

have a little toot!
just to balance the old
central nervous system..

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Michael John Feb 20
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listen, lily, when the romans
built an aquaduct, the gradient
varied by half the width of a finger
over
a hundred yards-any more the
water damaged the walls-
any less it stagnated..

they also enjoyed throwing
errant slaves to the eels
(so swings and roundabouts..)
in every great civilization
there exist contrast-but
what of today-what of
posterity?

ii

she says petulantly
wrong is wrong is wrong
cause monkeys clap themselves
(it was a rhetorical question really
and the reference to the simian illudes..)
but they will wonder at our food-
in particular pizza and all-meat,
but on the positive there is  prosthetics..
(she returns in a huff to her book..)

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what is she reading?
early victorian-
bucolic tales..

we were raised in their shadow
the schools and prisons
of similar design..

tiny window-dicipline
terrible food..
corruption..

ghosts and superstition-
flora thompson reccounts
a young man´s suicide

he hung himself from a tree
they buried him at the crossroads
(in unhallowed ground)

they drove a spike
through his entrails..
why is suicide taboo?

a good question lily
upon which i will not
dwell..
Michael John Feb 17
this morning in the agave sat
a hoopoe and good as its
word it said hoopoe and i said
hoopoe in return and
i have n´t seen you aound for a long time..?

should you talk to wild animals?
i don´t know but no harm done
i looked to the concrete (like
very discrete) and when i looked back again
it was gone..

then i notice john cooper clarke in the
guardian
saying on about the technological-
honest as the day is long (and not unlike
a hoopoe himself..)

i like the computer as it
fecilitates creativity-
and then i remembered electricity
and as the lighting failed
we sang and huddled together by the

candlelight..
then i went to the supermarket
and tried for a discount card but had to
apply on line..
and made some boiled potatoes
-thought about a blackbird..
Feb 14 · 46
a love poem for today
Michael John Feb 14
a love poem for today
(blind to dreadful ways)
your neck and gaul
your cheek and all-
or just about all you say..


the hows and whys-
for you
saved me from myself(s)
-a chilly shell fish
and terminally selfish-
what a to do..

indefinable and unexplainable
something more than special..
it is unnecessary to say
to even spell a- a spell
or hex and wait

for the best is still to
arise
lily, of the purple suns
not for you fame and fortune!
but a giant one
i adore, of such cosmic
flora..
Michael John Feb 10
fame and fortune(three)

the last wyvern
regret to burn
lonely, like seven
bathrooms-

like a flower that never
ends
truth evaded
for every smile..
Feb 9 · 48
fame and fortune(2)
Michael John Feb 9
fame and fortune (2)

when the girls swoon
love discombobulated and
pure as a mountain tune
i would croon-

woke from a dream
i was a great flower sun!?
love was true
every petal a golden smile..
Feb 8 · 49
enough babble
Michael John Feb 8
enough babbla
recite a poem
from your new slim
volume, lily-
(ya-what´s new
pussycat?!)
ok-this is called-

fame and fortune

a butterfly ruin
an apocalyptic tune-
mansion to prison
via the silver
spoon..

i dreamed of a flower
a great sun!
what was true..
when every smile
loved only myself..

nice..delilah..
another!?
ya knock down the door..!
Feb 6 · 113
and we wonder why..
Michael John Feb 6
and we wonder why..
where is the light
er..?

i am medusa
and angel of blue
a fallen star

waiting
do you like whitman, paul
he is like my grandfather

whereas emily
was an eccentric aunt
poe a weird uncle

pope a mad insect-
i like them all..
do you fear for

the future
o clever trevor
another hero

sometimes i just write
the first or last
thing

sometimes i think and
perhaps too much
and then change it

change and change again
and think where did
that come from

exploration
stops the dull
intellect under

the lash
where is my stash
i just made it

up
improvise
clive-

an awful name
i had a relation
never lend them

money
fame and fortune
they have all

come out the proverbial
let me tell you
paul-
Feb 6 · 178
by..
Michael John Feb 6
by..
lily´s sigh
ephemeral

(beryl the peril
style)
paul-

you say science explains
the complex simple
and poetry makes

the simple complex?
what is yours
is yours

and what is mine
is mine
and all..

(where did that packet
of papers get to..?)
ay there is so much

blurb
best not think too
much

try be merciful
and love
not as simple

as science or
poetry
look what they

done to us
painbirds
o cry butterfly..
Feb 5 · 44
nature was near
Michael John Feb 5
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nature was near
a flower
a star

we new our
place
god was great

an insect
was an insect
our selves

there was order
life was brief
a butterfly flew..

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Feb 3 · 66
someone at the
Michael John Feb 3
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some one at the
door-paul dirac (back
for more!)

here, i return your
book, lily,
love is a dog from hell

(by charles bukowski)
nice hair cut, paul!
ya!who the hell is

tom jones?!ha!
you want tea?
coffee..

water..merci..
take a pew
what?

ii

assez-vous!?
hows the math
coming along?

ah slowly?!
-pick a flower on earth
and you move the furthest

star-exactly..!
what do you think to
bukowski?

a testament to the
durability of
man or

mad
and sad
(who would n´t..

be..)
well he had energy
and not all bad..

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what do you read
lily?
lark rise to candleford


by flora thompson-
rural life in england
(circa. 1850..)

simultaneously horrifying
and charming
part biography

-look that butterfly is
back-
children as slaves

courting customs
fashion
conditioning

no cars
hell and heaven
superstition

you had to tell
the bees
that the master died..

lark rise, a hamlet,
candleford,
a village..

an odyssey
and a way that´s
dissapeared..

iv

(here is your
water
merci..)

poverty
not much mercy
the richest country

in the world
a penny a fortune
no-one is bored..
Jan 31 · 36
why is it all
Michael John Jan 31
why is it all
underlined in red
again

some wicked portent
a ******
stain

lily does her toes
and blows
i don´t know-

ii

why is all
i do deemed
worthless

well at least you
have
been on the radio

and you have a
book
yes but

fame and fortune
are not what
they

are cracked up to
be
thats why

rehab is so
popular-
nothing depresses

like
success
spoken like a

true wannabe
lily sighs
a big house

is to get lost
in..
a knock

at the door
were in the
garden!?!

o lord
were in the
garden!?!
Jan 10 · 62
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Michael John Jan 10
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(*** says lily..)
prompts a small cloud to cover
the sun

a shadow or frown
to juxtapose (el mariposa?!)
-what do you think it makes of us?

it doesn´t seem bothered..
would we trade places
i think it would stay as it is..

iv

when young
i was cursed by
fish

ants and the breeze
(or was it only my
paranoia)

my fortune
i did n´t care
as for fame

v

a lady asked me
if i was me
(i thought i

better be..)
she said santiago has
a nice hospitable

(ryan air)..
she took me to
her hotel
an old monastery

i have the key
accidently
it rained..
Jan 9 · 54
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Michael John Jan 9
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why do we like butterflies?
for their colours
and their silence

covering with dust-
flight of a higgledy-piggledy muse
a lost youth-

tattooed on the shoulder
from flower to flower
yet resilient

a peacock
a cabbage white
free and aloof-

aplomb!
a song-
ding-****..

ii

she goes back to her book,
what is she reading?
metamorphosis-kafka..

i retire to the sky,
where all them little squiggles
are doing their thing..

lily musters her thoughts-
imagine waking up a giant insect
only the cleaning lady can cope

(sounds familiar
i read a novella by phillip roth
in which an individual

wakes up a breast!
it was too distressing
to finish..)
Michael John Jan 8
a mad man thinks every one
is mad
and i must admit lily
i fit the bill exactly
(quietly,
not for me
a traffic cone upon
the noggin
screaming and shouting
with finger pointed-no)..

i see the futility
(i maybe napolean but
who do i think i am?!)
i would say that-
what of reality?

lily says is nt that for
which dance and poetry
is for-look!
an effing butterfly..?!
Michael John Jan 7
is strangely onomatopoetic
for such an abstract concept
(*** says lily)-

am-me
bit-what
ion-i desire..

skin up!
i can´t..
i am too old

i hear voices..
dernier cri!
so it is..

in the garden
in the sun
dreaming..
Michael John Jan 7
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-and i have always shared
some kind of infinity
with that flora-

affinity-from van gogh
to allen ginsbergs
sutra..

there is love and
inspiration
some cure..

some thing magical
and useful
not to mention

the colour-
yellow is god on
high..

ii

perhaps you will
return
as a sunflower?!

ah sunflower! weary of
time..
who countest the steps

of the sun..
blake william
eternal

infinite..
(not unlike the colour
yellow..)

iii

so where are we..
-fame and fortune?
when you were young

you gladly spurned
to be a beautiful sun flower
-loves resurrection..

about the size of it
odd is ambition
even the word..
Jan 5 · 59
when i was young
Michael John Jan 5
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when i was young
i never dreamed of
fame and fortune-

lily squints at the
current bun..
we sit in the garden-

but for some
it is ****** upon them-
do you recall bill and ben?

they were little men
constructed of flower pots and
when the gardener´s back was turned

left their shed and wandering
and wobbling around
in their own eden

causing havoc and having fun!
making little sounds
of wonder and when

(look!ben a wheelbarrow!get in?!
and if the wheel should unhinge
and we go tumblin´..!!(flobalobn)

the gardener would arrive home!
but before the gate latch opened
(and it was a close thing?!)

oh, the tension..(their anonymity
must remain a secret for us
children-)

!little ****-
a sun flower lying in
the dust straightened and in her beautification
gave warning..

like...weeeeeeeeeeeed!!!??
the boys ran and climbed in pots
either side of her..alors!

i wanted to be little **** is
my point-
well you certainly smoke enough..
Jan 4 · 48
lily
Michael John Jan 4
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when i read another
i realized how different
we are

lily, i had something
to say but
now i have forgot

well, how did the reading
go?
how was the radio?

what shall we do?
what of fame and fortune?
what about the stars?!


ii

sometimes i wonder
why bother
the difference will

linger-
memories will die or
dither

all endeavour
i am
you are

here and there
and every effing
where..

nothing to be done or
see before
but the stars?

iii

the fading star?
is very very hard
what is now

compared to that
which has been
no blue whats-it..

a dream
a lost one
to boot..
Michael John Jan 1
writing of the unknown
is there anything other
a circle, a square, a cone
three two one-

blast off!-here,everything
looks like
a mushroom?!
the light is a dividing

of a million colour
and sounds are bouncing
off clouds
like love from your lips

(go to the bar)
where is my space ship
i left it loud
now it´s gone..
three beers mate..

ii

if you can´t flash-back
on new years day
then..when..

iii

now i have system
you have one
i have one

try not to do anything
daft
you might regret

regret is a very very
sad one
done..

iv

i don´t regret lsd
it was good for me
fun..

i would nt take too
much
how ever

course you only know
later..
like now..

but at least there is
a now
not like before..
Dec 2023 · 324
poems
Michael John Dec 2023
poems should conceal
rather than illuminate
it´s not personal
only business-

cause no-one cares!
love or hate
not now but
eternal..obvious..
Dec 2023 · 57
this morning
Michael John Dec 2023
i

this morning they were here again
mouths open
arguing and fussing
making a kerfuffle

more and more
noses in the air
waiter! the
no-one cares shuffle..

ii

sea-gulls are sometimes referred to
as flying rats-
disingenuous to both species..

they do not practise genocide or if
they spread disease
then so do we..
Dec 2023 · 35
this morning a crane was
Michael John Dec 2023
this morning a crane was
making a crane
but what made that crane?

the old chicken or egg
question: pain made
pain-but..
Dec 2023 · 50
this morning i awoke to
Michael John Dec 2023
this morning i awoke to
the cry of a gull
(not the fool)
but light of the sea-

glowing and hungry!-
they sit outside my
window and i feed them
some cat food..

they eat and laugh
(a little lewd)
but that is ok
how god made them..
Dec 2023 · 246
this morning
Michael John Dec 2023
this morning a kestrel sat
in the agave
had nt seen this chap for
a long time

then, a little black cap
perched amid the cacti
gave me the eye
and flew away

i was the voodoo chile
at breakfast
toast and an achingly
beautiful sky..
Dec 2023 · 55
we don´t want illness
Michael John Dec 2023
we don´t want illness
we want a deal-
we don´t want space travel
we want a livable planet

we don´t want tents
we want affordable housing
we don´t want there-
we want here and now-

we don´t want this nightmare!
holy cow!
we don´t want war
if we were treated fair-

the eternal cry!
me, myself and i
we don t want to be rich
we don´t want to be poor

kind of middling would be nice
it might mean sharing
somethings a given-
food and shelter-

human rights a charter that
actually meant something
o we are clever
all we need is willing..

leaders of imagination
if we want this so called civilization
to last
or just go live on mars..

i think it is about equals
compromise-a cave over
looking the mojave
peaceful location..nice..
Dec 2023 · 83
on christmas day it was
Michael John Dec 2023
i

on christmas day it was
a tradition in our family
for my father to give us
each a box of chocolates..

in between the layers
he d secretly secreted
money (though seemi-
ngly still sealed..)

how he did this
was mystery ?
a ten shilling note!
and strawberry delight..

alright..

ii

in the christmas pudding
was a silver sixpence
or two..
(hey we were rich)

watch your teeth children
mother would admonish
woo!
i got one..!

a bag of chips
from the chip shop
cost sixpence..
walking home

the stars were free..
Dec 2023 · 45
that
Michael John Dec 2023
that is the end of this reading
if you would like your copy signed?
remember, a closed chip chop
is only in the mind-

hey-"to monkey,
if you want to be
no-one is stopping you-
regards-lily..
Michael John Dec 2023
so i will try my hand at prose again..(will it take long the chip shop is closing-what is your name?-they call me monkey-a superior sort?!to some..well don´t let me stop you..it´s ok i´m a fat **** any how..)
       ...he stood behind and looked at the empty space..so after a while turned with a whirl and stomped away in an arrogant tizzy. i went on my way and returned the next day. The voices were there again but not so loud and after a while they grew quieter until they ceased altogether .but i did not give up and continued to visit the quarry. then one day i went and by the entrance stood two very large policemen. i tried to pass as if on a mission of some urgency but one blocked the way.said something like- no, son..but before, i distinctly lip-read-here-he-is..and they looked crest-fallen. what did this mean?
any way, i tried to charge them..without success..what were they doing there? feeling myself outgunned i made a hasty retreat but not before shooting them a look over my shoulder that should have turned them both to stone. right there and then..this was nearly the end of the adventure but i went once or twice again. but they had boarded up the entrance.as i recall there was a narrow passing that led to the opening. this they had blocked with hardboard and barbed wire.so not to be defeated completely i looked at this construction and began my interest in the abstract..
Michael John Dec 2023
from the sparkle on the hill
the enraptured child
-watching him

in this god forsaken
wild
still..

the silence of the devil
a howling
reflection

of the clouds and sky
take a little trip
just he and i..
Dec 2023 · 74
i was aware somebody
Michael John Dec 2023
i was aware somebody
was behind me
i tried to turn with
alacrity but found me-
a stick in mud
with a stick-there stood
a scarecrow alive!
i tried to run but
there was nowhere to
run -he was all-in-black
an unkempt man-
a desparate dan
with a bottle and a
majick wand-a mystical
one-
you know the type..
(but here was the real deal)
the only weakness i could see
was his surety  he had to
know but this unknowing
made him angry..so in the hush
he asked what i looked at with his
eyes
i shrugged and he looked but
in vain-(ha-they were not there..)
silently ,he looking and i considering
my plight tried not to look superior-
(difficult)..precarious, was a word i did nt
know..
Dec 2023 · 151
hawkwind
Michael John Dec 2023
hawkwind
wind and hawk
beauty

no melody
says bruce
win or lose..
Dec 2023 · 56
excuse me-
Michael John Dec 2023
excuse me-(it is quiet as
a sparrows ****..)is this true?
it is what i remember but
perhaps imagination
or perhaps i was healing after
seeing the road accident..
or maybe we are surrounded
by invisible spirits or energy-
i don´t know..what is true?
my mum went to school with you
is that true?no i just enjoy annoying
people-a lot of it about-shall i continue?
if you want..

and so i biked home not a worry. i kept it secret being a secretive child and looked forward with anticipation to my next excursion to the quarry. (when i said the most banal things i was disbelieved so there was little point in trying to relate my experience.)it was the summer holidays i believe and i went the following day or the one after and biked past a huge viking and onto the road to greater casselton or little castleton or whatever. and it seemed a dogs age before i sped past the awful place where i.  got hit-(fortunately he lived! )and looking for the hole in the fence which was easy to miss..
i thought about marking it but this would just draw attention and then others might disturb.so i pushed through the trees and the hill became sandy and i struggled to push my bike. but at last found the entrance and took up my place by the waters edge.
i would compare the reflection in the water and wait..sure enough
there was a repeat performance nothing differed. only this time something was flashing in my eyes and i looked around to find the source of this annoyance. i shielded my eyes and traced it to the aforementioned bush upon the hill.in hindsight it was a mirror or bottle but then i was perplexed. i thought about climbing the steep path to investigate but i was held by the sight and sound show. this time i thought i would carry out a little experiment.  the voices were aloud enough. but i edged forward into the deeper water and looked as if i would take a substantial step. having no intention what-so-ever!and the voices grew in volume that made me jump back.! so i then stood and considered the ramifications..so, this was an invitation..i wondered..and when i was back in my original position the voices returned to their original. (such is death i dunno..)
   their voices became so loving and i considered..after that they seemed to recede and i went away and came back the next day for a repeat performance. this time it was interrupted or had nt began i can t recall by another. i was aware that someone stood behind me.
Dec 2023 · 43
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Michael John Dec 2023
i
i

seeking meaning through sorrows
we look in the wrong places
sit round the wrong corners

turn over the wrong stones
get the wrong ideas
wrong wrongs..

ii

that´s MY poem says monkey
it is about human folly
did nt take long..

kind of wrote itself..
a lack of belief
a rather sad song..

don´t think i will bother
again
pain comes from pain..

iii

tell us about your life
lily?
cheer us!
interest us!
rework an old memory-!
ok-
what about time and
what have you?-(**** on
that..)
well, i was about eight
or nine and would ride my bike
up and down dale-big-something-
little-something and one day my friend
ian  turns into the path of an over-
taking car and splats him on the windscreen
and on the bonnet and finally onto the road-
the wind had done it ..
or anyway, i would ride that
way there after..it took me to a hole in a fence
and through a wood to a quarry and that gate or gap
or lack of anything solid to a rise in terrain and a gentle
***** to the waters edge..i liked it here and i did not. once
some evil gathering settled not far away and i wondered in my
little head-how can this  be..but it was sandy and white and the
water perfectly reflected the sky..the water was only three inches deep and the lime or chalk was as white as can be. there was a small cliff not far away which it  was possible to traverse to the top where there was a bush. i wondered about exploring but even in this rash and exciting and curious place, i was cautious.so, i stood by the waters edge having armed myself with the longest stick in christendom for as to gauge depths. this of course was of the utmost importance. (you know, quicksand and tarzan etc..!)i should say it was perfectly silent and this was another strangeness-no birds sang and no breeze to sigh. just nothing.
  i pushed the stick as far as i could into the silt without releasing my grip and without falling forward. without losing a shoe. i shudder now to picture myself. how dangerous was this. i don´t know..but then after a while something strange occurred. i can´t remember how it began. i stood and wondered at this phenomena-
from out of the water came an apparition-like a film across a screen.
just a gossamer covering rising in the air.it did n´t get very high and was about fifty feet or less away.it held me transfixed! for from the air came voices singing! harmonies, i did not know this concept. but
that is what it was..mans voices and women´s voices sang..and here is a detail that i remember clearly. i listened to them and formulated distinctions and comparisons-(do u like young sheldon?!)between the men and women. I preferred the females. (was this blossoming sexuality?) but the longer i thought and listened and thought: they must be very beautiful!?the quieter became the male and stronger became the female..there were no words and it was more like a humming or a prolonged laaaaaaaa..(some comparison might be made with the scene in 2001 a space odyssey on the approach to saturn, is it..?can ´t remember,) . this sound was far more gentle and relaxing..i wonder if it was all in my mind because of the alacrity of their responses..i thought how beautiful the women must be and straight away their voices became dominant. how it ended i don´t recall. i just thought better be getting home and went away with many a wary glance over my shoulder i suppose...tbc..

lily takes a sip of water and turns the page-
Dec 2023 · 60
phoebe said
Michael John Dec 2023
i

phoebe said
kindness is cool-
but what does she
mean (by that..?)

ii

when you spill tea
on the desk
do not heap scorn
upon the cat..?

iii

do not blame others
for your faults
and wonder-lover
why you were born.?

iv

tolerate!
do not hate,
are not we all,
riders on the storm..?(the doors)

v

there is no conspiracy
against you!
your poetry is
lame..?

vi

who cares?
there are seven billion
of us-give up your seat
on a bus..?

vii

a sandwich too many?
tongue and jelly?
give a-way!
(without being assaulted..)

viii

phoebe said!
kindness is cool and
adopt a donkey
this yule..?

ix

what did jesus say?
he said the same
love-he
phoebe

x

and finally
you don´t have to be
a genius to see..
yes...monkey...?
Dec 2023 · 136
shall i find consolation?
Michael John Dec 2023
shall i find consolation?
will i embrace the last one?
(after a life of preparation..)

will i return?
will my energy burn
and to the cosmic stream

will i become eternal-
loving-
a tree or rat or bird..?
Dec 2023 · 64
the moment-
Michael John Dec 2023
the moment-
wetting my pants
or sat in a cold bath

while the birds laugh..
am i genghis khan?
or napolean?

today..
tomorrow..
-goes on..
Dec 2023 · 55
i like to tell of
Michael John Dec 2023
i like to tell of
my life
no-one has to
listen
i rather they
did nt..
but
soon enough
i won´t remember
a **** thing
the future (if one
can call it)
brief and that will
leave only
the moment..
Dec 2023 · 219
i have
Michael John Dec 2023
i have been writing on
hello poetry for some time
but still no idea of the meaning
of trending..
but

when we were young
we might say he or she
were trendy..
and that would mean they
set the fashion-eg

on the front of a magazine..
but i don´t ask questions
because by all the gods
and this and that-curiosity
will **** the cat and
no apology for the cliche..
Dec 2023 · 79
sin
Michael John Dec 2023
sin
sin does not lighten
as i age
it takes on different
aspect-

procrastination and
sticky sweet
it is the wages
of nothing..
Dec 2023 · 130
i am
Michael John Dec 2023
i am getting too old to
sin
when she asks
where you been..?

i was feeding the
birds
or counting clouds
that sort of thing..
Dec 2023 · 203
it´s..
Michael John Dec 2023
it´s getting harder to
sin
as i get older
unless you include:
bread and butter pudding..
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