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Michael John Jul 2017
31 is a strange time
i lived in my old van
in a big tulips world
the winter´s cold

and the distant clock
cried the pain of man..
i drove my small polish
tractor..in the summer

by the water and dream
it was a blast an scourge..
i well short on word
look askance to what

seemed..sat in the kitchen
with a hot head
and paint
waited for you to visit..
Michael John Sep 2018
only six minutes can pass and
i have only one finger left
the trick being
i a human being
to look at
this planet through relatively
alien glance
how
well like if you never were here
which soon enough will be there
the case or the whole or just plain
good old nothing bless
that being the case what
bizarre dream
lead us on
to be here and now
golly,of all the moments in space
for me to see
and you to do
all in this nano second..
two minutes
two minituos
two what to do..
sail off for the horizon
head held high
your mit in mine
it even be fine.,.
one minute
runs down
just like the first
and the last..
a
Michael John Oct 2023
***
a question with so many
variables and unknowns
lily..i make the sign of
infinity-

(were going to a halloween
party-want to come?
fancy dress!i thought to
be a hedge hog..

stealing and spying!
black of eye
prickly-prickly-
(forever we cry

light and beauty
love our god-
so we die!)
infinite..
a)
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..
Michael John Jan 2021
i)

a butterfly for the
very eye
it made some wild
cry
a whole with
my
eyes

a whole
aye!
t 'was i
blind?
my life
by-

and by..
silently
i, moon
on a
loving see
sighed

a lost child
love tried
I would bide
hide
hi
h

E ar
M usic


all i ever
needed
all i ever
wanted
all
A
ll..

ii)

when i was
small

iii)

now i am
T
all


iv)

a lost soul
bargain basement
sold
dreams soiled
hard boiled
foiled

v)
but music
remained the
same


vi)

that is life
a ty to lz..
Michael John Aug 2017
in one picture a woman
on a telephone the lead
which leads to what may
have been a golden mannequin..

her eyes are blind and her mouth
hangs down she looks left..(her left)
the doll stands on the table..
in the heels what look like bullets..

in the second a scene in a washroom
a young man flees clearly affronted..
a woman bespectacled watches his retreating
back..and dries her hands..

everyone is incredible
it goes without saying
everyone is perfect and
dazzling..
everyone is thin...

(taken from a magazine..)
Michael John Aug 2017
if i were to draw up a manifesto
there would be nothing new
just the same old platitudes!
(so unlikely as the years pass..)

water and electricity would be
in the governments hands..
that goes for  trains and all essential
services..

there would be a building of
houses-at a fixed rent affordable
to all-a decent minimum wage
rigidly enforced..

income tax would fixed at 30 percent
65 and 90..
along those lines..
something to share..

we would make an equable society
vivisection illegal..
like wise poverty
for the old..

and children..
the arms industry
folded
off shore banking
a thing of the past..

teachers treated
with respect and paid
likewise..
likewise  garbage collectors etc..

the nhs would have whatever
it needs..
dentists,vets,lawyers,the city..
would bleed..

there would be howls of protest
from the rich and wealthy but
they may leave..
though there money would stay..

after so many years of their dominance
and just look about..
capital has failed only but the few..
getting fewer..

so a few ideas off the top..
so much fairy dust
still can´t hurt to dream
who knows..
Michael John Jul 2021
a fight breaks out
amid the tops
and bases
silver and wood
flashes-
(it has been on the
menu no doubt
for a while-)warming
slowly-
rising and fermented
red like tomato
round and sliced
into cheeses
no one really under
stands
screams like mushrooms
abound
pressure and small
spaced for a word
that rings into hurt
anesthetized and away it
goes..
Michael John Dec 2018
a fine week was had
the day a married
black candle mass
time dawdle
our loved stalked
angel and demon
the devil called
heel warm-
a fly born
and in squash
and in *****
moaning no..
fiery ****** tongue
take the bride upon
the stair
the groom served by
sundry elf
while maiden scent
his self-
spit of toad for
potent
death watch for
content
goblet of newly
born blood
and saw the
dead born
watney´ s pale in
an eight pint
can
red and gold
before the god
the revellers
kowtow
and the girls
vie for a smile
so ennuyer
etched
across his face
evil always
some distraction
a turbid dracula
bored
vice a hold
the betrothed cam
sweet innocent
like starsky
and hutch
naked and bloodied
to the dark one first
rites
right is right..!
crazy horses kicks
off
donny makes a
come back
o scream the tree
crack
through
the clamor
witchs hover
ashine with mire
o higher the crying
the exultation..!
evil the mad one
ah..!
evil made persona
the couple sworn
at each end
scant hors d'oeurvre
to the masters
seed served
cold the
young old
and old..
wine flows
strange going on
in the coat room..
be loved *****
shared..reverence
and shy glance..
our old ice cream
man
strikes up the band..!
thus man and wife  declared
tied and together darkness
with out end..
all cracked raise to health..!
something by sinatra
in the sky yon moon turns
to aversion
the forest weeps
there then the fire
in the eye of
the songbird
there then the
cleansing sweep
of the blackbird
to flight..
Michael John Aug 2017
a first line an opening line
an introduction..

an ice breaker
a fire starter..

a big bang
block sang..

a holy sign
your hear mine..

do you come here often
a word too soften

a smile..
something interesting

somewhat inane
and at the same time..

some mot juste
some witty expression..

you are cute
you so cute..

dancing thro the night
higher than a kite..
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..
Michael John Jan 2022
after a nonchalantly
night dreamily
confusedly
stamps
like crying lamps
what said she
i said
bed
it is our sacred
kite
flying in the
tomato purree
what a do
i hope we die
soon
reflected in
a plastic spoon
is it morning
far late
i just inscribe
what is mind
is it light
no not yet
we wait
we circle
why not
mind our own
cruise true
what is missing
why a stone
we create our
own
monsters
and how do we
do this
i sit in my room
and you..
you sit in yours
what is for
and when
is seven
try not to hate
i say
a waste of smarties
i can´t say
i like the blue
ones
i think i am
unofficially
(but that is us)
poet to
the pagans
i was railroaded
trams
tramps
stamps
handlebars
baby shmp
can i book
no luck
five day
friday
man
woman
begun
ending..
Michael John Sep 2017
again all my ruddy heart gone
lily you are my lovely poem
with the sick seconds..
put on your cowboy boots..

my heart is some slick stone
a derailed why and when
miaow like a leopard
our love can´t refute..


our love love til all done
til end of everything...
give me cute-
put on your cowboy boots..
Michael John Jun 11
i

a hat-
can be
what one
wants´ it
to be-

(a list of
synonym or
antonym-make your own!)

it can be time,
it can save you
from a beating..

sun and rain,
marc said,the hat
that caused a revolution?

a man who saves
a space
for a quarter

another man wants
to parc his car..
a dough nut..

cherries were popular
an avacado
you name it..

ii

names-march around the
column-they veil our vision
in the crystal corridors
they trip fron gilded tongues

and we say-a hat-and discard
it and lay in the shadows of dust
-a feather as a reward
lovers of the first touch..
Michael John Apr 2018
a hoopoe flew to  silhoutte
with  snail or such lark..
pivotted a proud head
a grin like a wise  monarch..

it´ s variegated plummage
blackened by twilight´
sigh..
side to side it´ s mischievous
eye..!

and all a rush now away
up and away!
savoured it´ s catch at
the end of the day..

home to it´s roost
in a flurry of detailed
be-
the swallow and hushed
agave..
Michael John Aug 2023
i)

a hotel on mayfair?
better off in prison-
all property is theft-
you owe me one..

thousand..two..hundred..
kiss my ***,tarrega-
i don´t have it..
done for..

(will all the world´s wealth
end in one hand
or will it have ended
long before (then)..)
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..
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..
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..
Michael John Jul 2020
i


a kestrel
in the agave
looks back at me

(when  or) if
an unstoppable fo
rce
struck

an unmovable
object-
what might be?

i play county
down
now,
f away..

ii

but leave me
soul!
leave me
my heart!!

o beauty
most
o eye of
god

fly like
a wild dream
we must
all

part..
life´s crust
is hard!
for a sweet love

in such delight
truest
sight

the kestrel in the
agave
wants another

but i am old and
rust
i have forgot

sundry jig..
i learned along
trout shores..

iii

my love is
baking bread

lily says
she is fed

up and stoops t
o
dead..

iv


head..
said
lily past

some
latent
blinded

heat
wait
last

one
man
band..
star of the county down-an old aire..
Michael John Sep 2018
i


all in all
when it comes
down
at the end of
two parts
a smile
or a frown
a brick wall
a white line
ends own
a choice
a refusal
a moments
consideration
smell
silence
the birds
all taken wide
and around
up down
soft stones
i know you
no sound now
have a break
take her nice
and easy
somehow begin
do not sigh..

ii

you take a deep
i want to high
do you recall
o the rail bread
the sanctum
the sunshine
the water crashing
and that small calm
said why
what did you do
no..
yes
i will not say
you will
no i will not
why should i
you say
no you
it is taboo
you
no,you
god
the devil
me
we
they
ah yes they
say
what do they
say
blaspheme
pray
do
don´ t
it
at
that
what
you know
ah,yes
infer
no,call it
me
yes
not they
no
you
no
where is the fun
gone
where
don´ t say
conspiracy
oh ****
here we go
pirates
china plates
when did the rot set
in..
kite
tasty
with a key
and zap
i might have been
happier before the
four stroke
i´ m not sure
it is hard to be
certain
but still we are just
a blooming accumilation
of what has been
and some of that
is not too pretty
if you know what
we mean
but of course
who does
words
are now
and will be
for ever
superfluous
silence wins
that is a common
platitude
lewd
****
yes
can be interpreted
as no
best say perhaps
i think that
is lunch..
Michael John Jun 2018
all is vanity and the mirror seldom lies
where do we leave us lily smiles
truth and our honesty cries
somehow is away just a while

might as well..
where has the passion
gone..
that kept me top of the
chess ladder 11 conseutive
months..

the salt and vinegar of jennifers mouth
how did more become so less
well that´ s life son
dreams gone south..

ii

back from work
she has performed
her summer time special

bringing home a sick and
poorly animal..
it has only a single eye
and a ****** hole

a cat..
difficult to tell
is it petty to
mention the smell..

it has an infection..
but she put it under
the tap..
i know the routine
by now..

the vet yesterday
the vet next week
day 2
it follows her like
a puppy..

this is what she did
with me
lol..
soon it will be happy..

iii

she calls it stinkey
is that a word even
now we are locked in
so she can get away..

we have had nearly thirty
surprised the landlord..too..
i don´t even take drugs or drink
how durable the human..

but not as strong as this little one
wants to come in..it has food
water but it really wants my room
its lost orb purpling..

now there is ***** spots
but it will come on
only a little cat but
a small victory for love..

now it is crying
its fur is wet and matted
but out of that one eye
so much..

iv

it is siesta and i feel guilty
but football call
of the wild..
i will say on stinky..!

v

oh,the hand of catalan!
Michael John Feb 2022
all you want is
fair-
(all is fair in love
and war)

an innocence
rare
and the lip
of a *****

it is all very
clear
yet lost and
obscure

a sweet angel
dear
a bitter
cure

a lonely
tear
and the swank
of the jaguar

and your heart
free er
than aire
but amargar..
Michael John Feb 2022
all you want is
fair
as you
stare
your glance
where
a jaguar in her
lair
looks to
fare
(a beauty
incomparable)
there, a straying
faun
(drips  saliva)
comes closer
dainty but durable
an act played
by mother nature
old as the time
and cruel but
may die and born
again on the wings
of some prayer..
Michael John Feb 2022
all you want is fair
you want a lot
and you are clever
(i am a clot

by compare)
-i know that
with a lost tear
and the swank

of the jaguar
you ll sulk
and sit round
the corner

to wonder
the conundrum-
all you have stolen
(at such a cost)

is worthless?
it is all in crystal
but obscure
a convoluted path

through the guest
room-
this is the donkey´s
lair

count those pinched
hearts
consider yourself
legend

all is fair
in a
mirror
you watch the days
come and go..
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 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 Nov 2022
am i  clever
-each has their own
-can i fix an engine
mend a broken bone

am i bitter
it is home-grown
who win
a cured stone?

what is twitter
all is known
fat and thin
don´t grow old

children..
Michael John Jan 7
i

-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..
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-
Michael John May 2
-and yet i am like a clock
that loses a second every millenium
(put that under worst
contradiction..)

do you consider your life
a success?
yes..i like to feed the ducks
simple things..

best memory
too many..
worst-being cursed
by the sparrows..

although we hold a
fretful truce
and they have been
my rescue..

do you think they will
print this ******* lily-
ed..
may-be..they will pay..
Michael John Jun 2023
and yet why not
was a bar on ios
called why not..
there was also
the far out,
(i imagine they are
still there..)
the far out, was
a place where americans
met americans they had
met in amsterdamn ,
berlin or venice..
there were london gangsters
stranded and dangerous..
we plied our trade upon the steps
of the far out and bruce springsteen
played day in and day out as
the wind blew..
******* women cut hair in
the gentle surf and the young
frats had their pictures taken..
the scandanavians had the best
tans and most of the money..


we lived in a donkey hut in the hills
overlooking the harbour
where the sun set
amidst hustlers and go-go
dancers..
the ferries came and went..
one bus to the village and
another down to the beach-
down the road was the
my way..

in the village there was bar
after bar
a disco near a windmill
retsina and souvlaki
people packed into
squares
i wonder now what we
said..
now and again
someone who lived there..
Michael John Jun 2023
and yet why not?!
cold is cold
hot is hot

but the bit betwixt!-
let us be not
indifferent..

time is tight
be bold
little flowers..
Michael John Jun 2023
and yet why not-?!
don´t think about it-no,
all our lives to regret
and repent-

do if we do or
don´t if we don´t..so,
up to my good self
not you..
Michael John Jul 22
a price to be paid
let the punishment
fit the crime

tell me who is innocent
lily said
time is out of mind..
Michael John Nov 2022
are we clever
(humans i mean)
will we endure-
this civilization

are we too clever-
a well dream
too a nightmare
techno thing

in a short time..
the end of tether
a prosthetic  limb
ever and ever..

amen..?
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..?
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..
?
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..
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 May 2023
as a child i had my toys,
as an adolescent a comb,
as a teenager nothing,
in my twenties a guitar

a bag and a walkman..
in my thirties an old ambulance,
in middle age more of the same..
now, i am 63,books, etc..
Michael John Apr 2021
as if withered
black and red
war is coloured

nothing
man will fight
over

to the last drop
the different
the similar-

name it..
music
heaven

hell
sea shells
bored?

all on board!
pointless
war

pointed
too
what else

to do
words
general sentiments

old and new
let the blood
por..

favor
pour
coagulate

a world of
hate
and love

and then
we can wonder
anew..
Michael John Aug 2017
a small trip down through the winding way down some serpentine stone
every moment accounted for with the rest of the populace and all alone..

down the road with the gas station right and the distant distance stance-
hazy mountain first taken and the seething teeth of the milling ant..

i crossed with great aplomb with that hat trash grin of the genius..
rose the sliding door of dark still gulped and touched my *****..

into the hush into that great blackness of dazzling blithe colour
i thought what do i want..what..before the  reaper  bone

carried me off..what do we  want..?mushrooms are down
that little *** of stuff incredibly annoying not much for less than

a dollar..there is decorum and order..there are ******* clad women
a secure i t y..house and job a good education for our children..

bread and shelter round the corner not so much some ice cream..
****** corpses litter the way ..mmm..

yes,it´s well to remember what we have to remember ..
eggs milk and some very cheap beer..

and that rather ***** old told sorry toad-a future..
who to tell?a short stay in hell..was that rimbaud..?

he was a gun runner..now,a lemon in which to stick
peppers to keep the flies away..love and kisses

that is free..toms are cheap and rich in me..
what else..i wish to die when i please..

that seems to be a basic human right..
some cold drinks for it is hot..

some human way off to the cashier..
is that all..now..
Michael John Oct 2018
a sophisticated double negative
ensues a devastating clarity..
and a few lines on a train
why comely

fine england
touched by an
autumnal wand..
song

to barren sparkle
gold the shiver from
the gods..
(prom
around the bend
come by dream´ s winter..!!!)

astrix..a child´´ s poem..another
good one from twigzy..
Michael John Jan 2019
i


a strange time
but the same
all the same
i still miss
red wine
how i loved
that abandoned
safe spacing
lifting of pain
a button
in my brain
clicking off
or on
here am i
again..!

ii

i would read
the russians
their suffering
brought solace
so understanding
drink and lie in bed
clair de la lune
thank you


iii

a)

auntie mabel
said
they
would
hang me..

being
from
wales
poetically

a lilting
prophesy
(a prediction
common
among family)

b)

i was bemused at
the time
we sat in the bar
red wine

dribbled off her
chin
hang me..
why..

she said she knew
not why-
why is a sin
i was eleven
or ten..
Michael John Jan 2022
(as we get older
our childhood
returns somehow
rainbow:)

i have an urge to
climb a tree
perhaps,an agave
as it toppled by
threre would be
my best work
i know me..
Michael John Dec 2023
a throne..

iii

one of our favourite stories
was the emperors new clothes
the foolhardiness of adults

their vanity and pomposity
their gullibility o
look at me!

parading by
look at the emperor
his suit is so fine, see!?

i should say!
he was starkers?!
(the herd..)

it takes a child to
speak the truth
to say the blinding

obvious-
the emperor was
en deshabille..!!?

(meanwhile..on their
sunbeds
two swarthy  tailors slept..)
Michael John Apr 28
i

a time of learning..
and incredulity..
a time of non stop

blah-blah-blah..!
how it could be?
how a stone goes plop!

in the cool pool of time
and washes your life up
on some distant shore..

where you stagger about
sea **** in your ear
salted with doubt!

(like a bunny-hop..)
and you think well i never
saw that coming..

ii

and you sit minding
your own
(maybe a little ******!)

and come it done-
(everyone knew but you)
and that was the end..
Michael John Jan 2019
a

auntie mable said to me
said they would hang me..

coming from wales
and poetically placed

(her lilting prophesy
common amid family..)

b

i was bemused at the time
we sat in the bar..red wine

dribbled off her chin
she ****** back in

hang me why
she knew not why

why is a sin
why is a sin boy..
Michael John Aug 2017
the summer is coming to a finish
the anti-bite sits golden..

the dwindling at the sand-
an extra blanket at hand..

the blue swallow flies south
scattered showers on red roof..

we breath relief..
cool the devil´s tooth..

then sad au revoirs
see you next year..!

the air picks at us..
but soon dry our tears..
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