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60 · Jan 2022
to be a clown
Michael John Jan 2022
to be a clown
to fall down
with love

like a dream
then risen
as seen..
Michael John May 2021
my vanity is intrinsically
linked to
artistic endeavor!
without one..
life is a b..?!

i am like a gold fish
where ever i look there
is me?!
(in the trees)
sometime, hopelessly
contorted in creation
and sometime real-
the search for
perfection
(other than
a mirror)
round and round
gill rot?!

surrounded by
treasure
and feces
(to tell one
from the
other..)
the curious
waters-change
come from else
where!?
my mouth goes
plop-plop!
and there!
Michael John Jun 2024
if football or music is war
then,what hope is there?

if police are gangster
the ice-cream-man warrior..

a towel on a chair..
a colour..

a book to fire
history or

geography
hey,what is yours

is yours and
what is mine is mine-

trade-love and
hate-misunderstanding..

if..
60 · Aug 2021
thunder and washing up
Michael John Aug 2021
i)


thunder and washing up
some mundane noises
-god plays with toys

the heat has had enough
of asking why not
it is hot-

the rain falls like a dashed
crystal cup
and has slowed

doors slam and the cat in
the window
washes herself...

ii

-there is more wet
we go
is that it

just like life
o we wait-
expectation be

a cruel mistress!?
the first fleeting
drops

hopes
and
dreams

onto the greasy pave-
ment
of sad senility

wondering
what
happened

left with little
positive way
and cliches..

iii)

though my father
would say to me
you think

life gets better
well it doesn´t..
he was wrong

on three counts-
one,i had no idea
two,i did nt care

and three-
it did..
god bless,dad

it was a realizing
of effort
look at the flowers

growing from
the ****
i tried to suggest

this by patting
his knee
there is rain

and thunders
in the singular
instance of our

existence
pain and washing up
but don´t expect

nothing..
(misquoting an old adage)
only death and taxes

are sure..!
60 · May 28
if
Michael John May 28
if
if i never go to ikea
then i will die happier..
60 · Sep 2023
which?
Michael John Sep 2023
which?
not to be confused with
witch-
children younger than five
were witness-
the reasoning was their
innocence
-did you see the old woman
fly with devils?
yess..

more than this:
a conspiracy of the
pharmaceutics
and the state
(jealousy..never underestimate
jealousy..)

for some had land
(which the state inherited)
and some had  knowledge
the doctors feared so
they were tortured
and burned..and of course
there was god..

and today lily
today..
60 · Jan 20
a
Michael John Jan 20
***
a house was a home
but now speculation
the billionaires made 2

trillion last year-i
would do too-
no good denying human

nature..i would buy a new guitar
but would that make me any better
it any more fun..
59 · Aug 2024
i
Michael John Aug 2024
i
i

she put a flower
behind her ear
-pretty as edna

gb, makes a mental note..
this  moment-preserved..
he will write later:

we walked home together,
the stars mere pretenders-
thiefs with chips,
to edna,
with a flower behind her ear..

ii

ernie, cries bravo!
and performs something
vaguely iberian-

and happy joins in-!
why humans dance?
(so entitled..)

he re-enacts a killing
this moment of existance
the beauty of fire and night

the love of god
the shadow of light
the rising sun..

iii

then,he is collared by
lugubrious ***
(the doorman)

and finds himself
outside
(have we not been there?)

shamed once again but
happy
they begin..

iv

their walk home
beneath the stars
to surrender

free as the birdies
as the breeze
past and the future..
59 · Jun 2024
vincent van gogh
Michael John Jun 2024
vincent van gogh
(all been said before)
from his blog:
some bright colours

a chair and some clogs
an impossible door
stars like gods
but more:

what did he know?
(as  in go) or care
look at the crows
so cut an ear

a good start
a tricky wing
hang fire and one
in the heart..
59 · May 14
to write is dull
Michael John May 14
to write is dull
angel or fool
it is awful..

to write is a cull
a blind duel
a day in hull..

to write is all
*****
why?calls

do something else..
some constrictives
lives..
59 · Jul 2023
i dreamt about a poem
Michael John Jul 2023
i dreamt about a poem
it was someone else
their opening
birth and death

they went to heaven
meanwhile
i am waiting
clueless and adrift..
59 · Jun 2024
feathers
Michael John Jun 2024
feathers-
what is heaviest
a tonne of them
or a tonne of stone

or your heart or mine..
good question..
examine one minutely
and god you may see!
59 · Jul 2024
grumpy..
Michael John Jul 2024
grumpy looks askance,
but doc, what of love,
beauty and giving-
romance..

what of faith and generous
ity..?
-a  brotherhood of man!?
(use the tissue box,please..)

happy´s laugh circles
like starving vulture-
loving betrayal-
boy,what a maroon..
59 · Jul 2024
i woke today dreaming i
Michael John Jul 2024
i woke today dreaming i
was writing a poem
what it was about i could nt
say..still it was better than the
one where i am on island s
urrounded by monsters or
when my guitar is stolen..
59 · Aug 2023
this is what i didn´t-
Michael John Aug 2023
this is what i didn´t-
write..
59 · Apr 30
i
Michael John Apr 30
i
i

how does one captivate
by a word, say it-
love or hate
repeated-

a chorus of tat..
the hush of the cider tent..
honest or the mask paint-
a spell hexed..

an observation or thought
some veiled threat or
mystical twaddle-
lily loses it..pressured..

ii

i think i will just
go on and say what-ever
comes to mind..

and should it all go
wrong-and i die..
shrug and say, that is life..
59 · Dec 2024
i
Michael John Dec 2024
i
i

as i recall lily
stare off the ball
beyond the spacey
in the walls-

it was the less well
off who were most generous
who enjoyed their selves and
gave freely..

ii

gave small things
made by themselves
maybe..

some utilitarian
or arty object
with imagination..

iii

like children understand
a gift is in the unknowing
they watch and smile

hardly containing..
some what small and
magical..
59 · Mar 8
identity
Michael John Mar 8
identity

look into
your mind
what will you find
something mean
something kind

some concrete
symbolic sign
some chattering teeth
an endless line
stretching to
infinity..

doobie hubris scroll
spider webs..me..
o i was wondering where that
got too..
vinegar or wine
some ancient hyroglyphic
for time..

look into your mind
a melody
that will not go away..
some fine sentiment-
a crutch a touch
the sun sets
plop!

have a look
some books
the odd cluck and
i mean odd
something too laugh
about-success
and failure..

what they told you as a child
i say blimey..
ambition..tradition to
**** a wren-
aliens and divers monster
uncle stan the dice man..

ii

that was then this is now
fear like some exotic twine
tie them together
what is in my mind-
(a ten per center..)
a little voice that i sometime hear
and sometimes ignore-

and sometimes say o dear
like a lazy lion-
looking out of my bars
upon the stifling plain
in the lonesome jungle
it says in a falsetto-
do  you remember..

and what if it all accrue
sigh-what if momento gathers
like a  runaway ooo
what if the variables go poo!
hey,we are out of here
and the inevitable is so-two
and two equals four..

run out of spine
a single line-
ah,the emperors new clothes
more and more the draught
has become  storm and room 101
is the generation game-
nice to see you..

what if i run out of stars
and fear the reaper or worse
a poet´s curse-
getting what they wants
there is little left
but that is the known universe
love is bereft
to a purse..
59 · Apr 30
i thought i might rap
Michael John Apr 30
i thought i might rap
or some ryhmes
bukowski opened to stadium

s..something from the archives
death or life-my goa trilogy, mayhap..
what happened to my shoes?

the captains shoes..stranded at
king´s cross-shorted in the freeze
and not even a smoke..(poor one..)
59 · May 2023
how difficult to be
Michael John May 2023
i)

how difficult to be
an artist
lily muses

everyone wants a
piece
hunger too

verity
is for
posterity..

may cut me
******* ear
off

or apply
for a grant
blue..

ii

how difficult just
to be
(no-one asked
me)

perhaps, i would
have
preferred
to float

some distant
mote
or a purple
insect

or fish
jesus wept
to be or not
to be..
59 · Aug 2024
i
Michael John Aug 2024
i
i

mum!i´m back!
how did it go?
i have to write down
my dreams and make a
new friend
any sign of happy?
no-he did a houdini..
..your dinners in the
micro-and i laid out your
cowboy suit..sausage and chips..
crispy sausage?
a girl friend?
he did nt specify..
you re 53 now
you should be settled down..
i don´t dream..

ii

meanwhile,in the park
a call to the pack
aeons of domestication

bowed to human
dissapates the rising moon
come the dark..
59 · Jan 2022
there is faith
Michael John Jan 2022
there is faith
for all
perhaps in death
(a trifle late)

there is hate
easy-peasy!
-love in a tree
newly born..
59 · Jun 7
they
Michael John Jun 7
they say silence will win
i would n´t argue-
what a to-do..
59 · Sep 2024
i_
Michael John Sep 2024
i_
i_

lily says, sometimes i like
my stuff and then others it is
interchangeable as a shopping-list-

don´t forget!
the washing up liquid or
what does that say..

just one more pantheist
another god-bread or
lost in the snack aisle..

ii

no,there is nothing memorable
(when nearly home will
i remember..)

but i ask nothing
only pleasure
a smile at the check-out..

iii

and the receipt-what i
paid (and the correct change
would be nice..)

she says if i got my moneys´
worth, how i changed
from death..
Michael John May 24
i figured i was being ripped off
first by low wages and secondly
by high prices-a lost elf..

not much to be done about
that..but i tried to educate myself
for all that
see thinking is free..
59 · Dec 2023
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 Feb 11
poems from the basement:
she looks over my shoulder
how we remember it (or
paranoid nonsense..)

i know hardly original is
it-hanging in the balance
(walk that way-)
a single or return..?

there, the ticket master
not normally
so emotional..
will he cry-

let us see-
how much is a single?
and how much is..
a vestige of hope

behind an insect eye..
how long is an open valid
for-what about peak times
ever had any fun..

long times..well, i ceased
listening long ago but
considering his demeanor
(only doing his job..)

we regard each other
outside, trains and rain
now, he is smiling..
in this town of grey pain..
58 · Jun 2020
guilty me
Michael John Jun 2020
guilty me
mint tea
58 · Aug 2023
this is what i did
Michael John Aug 2023
(this is what i did)
..then roam the sand
the long road
to the beach

past lucy..
and the palm flower
to the fountain
and moaning insects

past the suffering
schools
of humanity to end
or the end-

where we stood naked
nestled under stone
and played in the brine
(mostly germans..)

fell asleep and slept
off the excesses of the night
before lead
the sky fresh

the sea blue as dreams
light as the one light
shooting the sun
prepare the return..
58 · Oct 2024
i
Michael John Oct 2024
i
i

i was not rich or famous lily
but i experimented with lsd
not knowing-was i  alcoholic
was i depressed or just curious..

when i say experiment, i took
a tab and wanderered in the forest..
after tapping my foot in the bar
it was loose and cosmic

in the moon light or in danger
but mostly there was another way
something new an alternative
from grey there was colour..

ii

moderation was the key
usually a friday and saturday
and spontaneously..well,i don´t know..
what time is it..

i mention with interest
as  the psychedelic element
makes it´s laborious journey
into the medical  mainstream..
58 · May 2020
to my friends!
Michael John May 2020
to my friends!
i am your friend!-
when i write
i think of your light

when i play guitar
it is to your star..
in the shower
and during a light

shower..
sometimes a minute
sometimes an hour
to your health!

and to your families
health!
the world is strange
and wonderful

nothing is all
we make of it
our self
and we are..!
Michael John Feb 6
what is zeno´s arrow?
i don´t know
i may word search

but i don´t want too..
never before in the history
of man

has there been so much
information-and..
when we knew nothing

at least we knew it
-the village and horizon
the crows laughing..
Michael John Feb 14
i

poems from the basement:
..and who is to say what or whom
is beautiful..***..
well, moving on-

dead beggars and so on
(mostly, my poetry is an exercise
in memory-use it or..
i am not apologising..)

i was the last to see him alive
and we argued
living with the russians
around the fire and songs

from the gulag..he  was
found on the beach
by a friend who had his guitar
stolen by a hunch back dwarf from albania

i warned him-last time i saw him
he was on the bins..trying to get a stake together
(for a new guitar)so he could again play in the street,
he was pretty good..

ii

i was sat outside my tent
(amid the rubble)
when the police come  around

with his photograph-
you know him-he was purple
they were going to slap me

but laughed-i said i was going on
holiday, so might not be around
they wanted me to drop a dime,

as our american cousins say..
(do i look like a rat..)so i walked
for the border line..

iii

t, who knew everything,
said they got him-
he was the educated one-

(surprised me..)
it was a hairy old walk to
the border..

****** is not funny
anything can happen
no good running

casual like
i will be off then
a black sedan

followed
a few yards behind
i was not laughing..
58 · May 14
to write is to listen
Michael John May 14
to write is to listen
perhaps an inner sound or
dew as it glistens..

to write is to love
from the devil or
from above..

to write is distraction
maybe, the whole or
a fraction..

to write is you
or me and viva
la difference, so..
58 · Mar 2020
never was
Michael John Mar 2020
never was
was never
ever is
is ever
is now
now is

all i know
know i all
i all
all i..
a poem without the magical assistance of kief..
Michael John Feb 13
poems from the basement-
the past comes back to haunt
(you-me..)
i´ll get my paint box..

a look from a man-something
surreal-says lily thoughtfully..
it is death with a moustache..
it is surety-

it is a void
it has lasted 44 years..
the human visage is capable of
an astonishing variety of emotions
and communication..

what is that?
that is some act of wickedness
and the blue?
waves..
a complete lack of humanity
rides forever outward..
what´s that say?
plain clothes..

that star there is
still hope and the green
is the fresh down on
some innocent morn
we will say single or
return..
58 · Jan 25
two from a thousand
Michael John Jan 25
two from a thousand
no one
i was 52 when  i begun

what has happened
in between
only god knows..
58 · Aug 2021
there is a marble
Michael John Aug 2021
there is a marble
of yellow and
translucent
aspect and

as far a call
of blow
and transcendent
let

the great croaking
go-let the chalk
circle bleed-
the spin back!

then we shall sow
all the corners
and plain
gathered in
our

weeping pockets
until then, the
bell rung
and in a neat
line..
58 · May 2018
lily just bit again..
Michael John May 2018
lily just bit again
she is developing
a kind of cruel sting..

tempered the pain
is sweet her loving
kindness is everything

she says then..
healing and forgetting
is scarred refrain..
58 · Jun 20
dear crow
Michael John Jun 20
dear crow

i wished for nought and
that is what i got but
in nothing..

there are sweeties and love
laughter and faith
integrity..poetry..
Michael John Jun 2021
i)


of an an evening the father and son, sit in the parlour and play chess,
while the mother makes tea and toast
(and as a unit,  they are compact..)

but one evening an old friend turns up from the east
he has many a story
in his pocket, a pipe and a monkey´s paw..


(-the latter  found or purchased in india..)
the friend explains, that legend has it-
three wishes represent the out stretched digits of the simian´s hand..

one simply makes a silent request and closes the finger.
(everyone laughs a sceptical laugh.!)
but when the glasses have been cleared  and the friend bid the


fondest adieu ,
the monkey´s paw is taken from it´s obscure  place and three stand in nervous contention..

then, the mother says, i know i will wish for two hundred pounds!?
(a small fortune back in those days..)
and she bends the shriveled fore-finger to it´s  palm!

(they stand in doubtful silence.)
nothing!ha!
the paw is discarded again..
  
ii)


the following morning there is a knock on the door,
and two serious gents  relate  the sad news..
The son has been trapped in machinery at his place of work, and  

crushed and mangled to death.!?
the parents are devastated..
their visitors are from the insurance company and before leaving

present them with a cheque of compensation.
(for two hundred pounds)
the funeral is held..

both are inconsolable.
back in the house the mother sees the monkey´s paw and makes a wild grab for it.crying,

i wish our son was home again.!(much against her husband´s advice.)
Then at the door in the dark there is heard strange and muffled

cries! pleading and remonstration!
he has returned from the grave but..?!the old couple are mad and the inhuman sounds linger on..

finally, the father takes the paw and wishes a third time,
for peace for their beloved son..
outside the noise recedes and then there is only the wind..
the monkey´s paw by w.w.jaccobs
58 · Feb 9
what..
Michael John Feb 9
what is the good of nothing
to a man that has everything
does he recall when he had nothing

and wanted everything..
you know when he dreamed
life was exciting!

anything seemed possible
the stars were his
when he was..young..
58 · Sep 2021
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..!
Michael John Sep 2023
writing teaches more than any
thing
not to look backward-
another day-another
blank screen

and what i do within
my space
why,that is up to me..!
freedom of creation
though fiction
to be with-out been

unlikely-a question of
style
and perspective
all relative
the moment when
the brain-
goes ee by gum..

then does the washing
up
mundane from spontaneous
us
the bidet to the
stars
love from the supermarket
shelf..
58 · Apr 2024
silence is of course
Michael John Apr 2024
silence is of course
a lost horse-
what with the noise
aeroplanes

and cars and power-
tools and telephones
and all the rest..
more is truly less..
58 · Mar 12
what happened..
Michael John Mar 12
relationships are difficult
they begin ok
but some skip that
and become trade

wars and memory-
****** comparisons
psychological spat
quite quickly..

and then for you
young ones-twenty years on
you get to wondering-
what happened..
58 · Jun 12
Untitled
Michael John Jun 12
writing, can be free and loose
-can be a hangman´s noose-
lily picks her feet

on the breakfast table- i mean,
you do what you want?
i do what i want..

it is free verse it is a curse
for better or worse long and happy
brief and terse

introspect and calm
hate and self harm
a barren farm-

i mean the beauty
can be anarchy
or control

all told-or abstract-
ah!the postman!
she runs to see..

ii

letter from crow
what, i don´t know but
a poem-

lily, can you lend me
money-you know what they say-
no money no honey..
58 · Dec 2024
other people´s faults
Michael John Dec 2024
other people´s faults
appall me-
says lily-

(or is it the word?)
mine however pale
into trivia..

impatience
pathological meaness
cowardice..

in the great scheme of
things-
those tiny sweet cymbals

(going ding...ding..)
eg spelling
another thing..

ii

my old man was a
generous sort
he walked into his local
and bought everyone a drink..

and he gave me what he
promised
i touched his dead hand
it was very cold..
57 · Jun 5
given a choice
Michael John Jun 5
given a choice
what would you choose
brains or money-

(not that they are mutually
exclusive)- beauty..
or talent..?
57 · Nov 2024
i
Michael John Nov 2024
i
i

lily says in
this here short story
a badge is refused

so the accused is in-
carcerated in a toilet
with a goat

and when released
he shoots six..
death in the azaleas!

5 elders and an innocent
in the crowd-called
the partridge festival..

ii
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