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Michael John Oct 2018
i

nevermind the size
of this planet
have a look in the
garden

or indeed
on our ceiling..
a tiny perfect butterfly
splayed against

the window of
no particular hue..
a wasp type
moved in

head slams me
on occassion
where a light
would be..

lots of happy wet
slugs
purposeful
centipedes..

an armoured soul
not changed
from ever
and days

when altogether
with the flies
and mosquito
and so on..

and now a new
cat
called stewart
no end..
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 May 2021
nil points
i was never
into competition

no doubt
it is a crucial
part of

survival
picked last
at sport

i thought
chasing a ball
humiliating..

very little united
us
it seemed division

was bred-
now at 61
i feel the same..
no,
Michael John Jul 28
no,
no,i never got over the
expulsion of trotsky from
the cp..

but the first day on the beach
(a sparkly memory)
i woke and a large

praying mantis was on
my face-jeez..
in the morning sun

the morning wine..
when i was young
i was in that blue sea..
Michael John Jul 23
no,no-one is innocent
you can dream
you can twitch
but the lovely day

the performance
is  last night
today the long walk
the price to be paid..
Michael John Jul 19
no,not in this life
you have the lowest
common denominator
that is the street-

perfect a merciless stare
-you will accept
nothing but it all-
it is your ball..

to the manner born
my son
your choice
your *****..
Michael John Apr 3
no need for artists
any more
(they were a pain
any how..)

1234-i want a
nimber
something to rely
on..

bow
to the inevitable
love is dull
here´s to how..
Michael John Dec 2023
no-one?
well, he was a great
painter
troubled and kind in
about equal measure..

if we see his
portraits
(of himself)
we see ourselves
looking out

resolute but
questioning..
found and lost
in about equal measures-
what to do?

what i am doing
here?
he says-
look to the stars
each one there!

yes..monkey-
a genius miss!?
certainly
love to the faithful
see

the colors
and the frailty of
the potato eaters
is it not us..
little brothers/sisters..
Michael John Aug 2023
nothing is as it is
in actuality
(a fine word)
not even reality..

and certainly not
burgers but if
you can get fifty million?!
a fine world..
Michael John Sep 2023
nothing is as it is-
as the slice of onion
said to the lettuce-
something is missing..

they left out the tomato-
no no no no..
humanity,the pickle,flavo-
we don´t know..
Michael John Aug 2023
nothing is as it is,
my father would say:
nature abhors a vacuum
i would say um-

what about space?
what about the space
in me burger?
hum..!
Michael John Sep 2017
not to mention jack white
and ralph fiennes
who climbed the 76 steps
and stood below my window parapet-

paying homage to genius..
i return it to them 10 fold!
in a sound of such silence
that has mayhap blown their

socks off..
now
Michael John Sep 2018
now
now
some of the world´ s
most
glamorous
women
have cried
for my beauty
long gone
days
when i wept
before
the mirror
and fandango-ed
to danny kayes'
ugly duckling
how strange
life is..
i still see
mr potato head
on a bad hair day
when gazing long
by the lake side
and  hurt if
people look hard..
some pain goes deep
and lasts a life time..?
Michael John Jan 2021
now i am on
page 81
put upon
karma´s song

not to mention
c  white skin
red red in
eye green

lonely mine
small blue van
tulip maddened
loving

i was kind
she said n man
i was kind
joes garage

budgies
cats
molly and
morcha

to combat
depression
i painted
or

went fishing
c
would say
something

that destroyed
me
then she
told her m and

d
what we did
over dinner
honey


sometimes we
had fun
sometimes
c

and then
someone again
i suffered
like anyone cared

i tried to
give hope
la
we recited

leonard cohen
i worked
on my
guitar

i had some
******* breakdowns
b
i was in pain

nearly all the time
fed yo skinny
***
s


ii

waited
i read
hemmingway
not for

me
read
dostoyevski
went to


iii
see fiet
in her canal house
boat
with 26 cats

8 dogs
and a chicken
she gave hot
t

to me
she rushed
in her 2cv
she laughed

and said i
was a lady
kind to me
kind to me

i went to
the riks
museum
jan steen
said she

a minor
but the anarchy
of that sweet

era
there is fun
in her huge
pile of

books
skaters  zipped
past
a cat

everywhere
heat
once children
brought her

a swan
and she gave it
a kiss
and it flew

off
fiet
sunday
depression

smiling...
page 81 of my biog..
Michael John Nov 2018
now i feel guilty
had he been
from here or there
would say the same..

because the class barrier
transcended everything
except love..
i doubt that she

would take her kit off..
however
that was a brave move
society as a microcosm

in a confined ocean liner..
the poor would be *******
below
and in the upper echelons
no se..

but there would be little
interaction..
still,romance..
there is death..

if the whole thing awful
and small loss
what would be the point..
the muscians played on..
Michael John Jun 22
now, i like to think i am
more sensible
(44 years have not been
in vain)

perhaps,a tad more cynical-
but not many,
stay the same-
though, there are those

who´s ethos and character
from conception to expiration
changed not one iota..
i do envy them..

ii

i thought,if you can´t
change your mind
then,what is it for..

i was in the captain´s shoes
looking in a new portal
through an open door..
Michael John Nov 2018
now my memory fails
we share each ones piece
of ice or said
excuse me,
can you read..
no,but i can paint
but first we´  ll
drink and dance like
mad things
in the stench and
darkness
sounds lovely
i will tell mama
there will be fighting
and lewdness
if we getaway
on the deck
and modelling naked
but
the flash backs and
there is kate
glowing like
diane..
love transcends
everything!
Michael John Oct 2018
i

now,whose
the ******
lily,this
confrontation
is such a bore..
there is no wine
as sweet as thirst
( to paraphrase
edna st.vincent millay)
little mr. thought for
the day-
a potato is a potato..

ii

well that was lunch
inspiration is rather
dry to some petulant
spring such is day three
of the fiesta..

iii

but here anyway..

iv

i would rather dig my own
grave with a numbered spoon
then go to a bbq..

v

sooner play the blues
than go on a cruise

vi

better loose both knees
then visit disney..

vii

lily leave me
stop this carousing
the love tree
has become winter then

our spring lost and gone
when blossom hung
sweet and glittering
in the free

summer found us
in sundry doldrums
pitched again to
the  roots of done..

autumn now the golden
days lay like a stone
where we sought ourselves
anew..

toward the equinox of our
o and to no where
particular but love  and now
we me yo..
o)
Michael John Aug 25
o)
o)

what is the best way to
be?
random or  biscuits and
tea
at four..

the news paper and cross-word
30
years before-

let us see..a girl called
lily..
stranger..

i)

(8 letters-camus-the
definitive article-
first letter s..)

ii)

when i was young
she says
i never wanted much

but a cold beer
a plate of beans
an interesting conversation..

a sunset and some
music..some ****, perhaps
a good book..

iii)

(we are in the garden..)
now i am old-
and pretty much the same..

accept for the ****
which makes me bats
and the alcohol, of course

iv)

poetry has become one
we live with cats..
what i just said or

did..is any-ones guess..
harder to chew
harder to dress..

v)

but when i was young
we bet cognac
a shot was 25 drachma

we lived by the sea
in bamboo constructions
people called with

little presents-
i got this..?!
o..

vi)

or if it was the winter
we lived with the land-
lord

o lord!
what a palaver!
some stories told..
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
Michael John Aug 2018
oh man it´s a hot one
one man it´s a hot oh
hot man one it´s oh a
man oh one a hot it´s
a hot one it´s oh man
it´s man a one oh hot..

yes,i be all  alone
all alone i be yes,
alone yes,i be all
be all alone yes,i
i yes,all alone be..

is it a crime?
a crime it is?
crime is it a?
it is a crime..

that all depends
all that depends
depends all that..

who you
you who

are
.

;
Michael John Apr 2021
o ice cream man
was gangster
was ice cream
man-come on!
-a strawberry mivvy
-an ice pole
a 66,a 99-
what you want?!"..
a 66,(*******)..

engaging in
conversation
drew a blank
he was edward g
with his
feet up
laugh like a
giraffe..
ha!

what power does
to a man?
flakes a falsity
general lack
he looked at
i
i looked back..
he was

james cagney
he was george raft
he watched me
i regarded him
surreptitously
mm..
maybe,

he had a razor
a pistol
a wild moll!
we saw each
other in the mirror
till
he
rounding

the corner
was gone..
his magical chimes
rang..!
(his big end went too!
kaput!no more van
ice cream man!)
ok
Michael John Jul 2023
ok
ok,
not a riveting
beginning
might be worse-

an end
a effing middle
glorious affirmation!
or curse

an Americanism?
or Hindu-fish-
like-
i steer clear

last word
did you enjoy
it was ok
o..
ok,
Michael John Mar 4
ok,
ok, we will give money
and death a break
lily,what of love?
you are the sort

stangers confess to
loving at first sight
do you trust them
no..

so what is their motive
*** or worse
poo!
that is their problem..
Michael John Aug 2018
v

olives and gazpacho
toasted bread so
potato salad
hummus **..

in the glass
no
mais wee
there from
long ago..

undeniable
now
i
know..


o lord i see
only..
Michael John Apr 13
on a stone:
i was bored..
t´was time!
(of two-four..)

but i waltzed around*-
head a cloud and
now i´ve gone..
-too a bone..
*triple time
Michael John Jan 2019
once our auntie mable spake unto me
they, unbeknownest, would hang me and then
she so riddled as to the whys and when
as faith, chaff me not,and i will tell thee
child,tis but a sin,to ask,verily..
for i was only a boy.. nine or ten
or so in truth for i have forgotten
but that which remains in my memory
why..and transfixed by ruby drops of wine
that cascaded from off  her lily white chin
as she drank and ****** in lost residues
as the last **** and the barman calls time
as it seems that such loss has turned to wine
in vino there is love and veritas..
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..
one
Michael John Apr 23
one
one of your angry ones´
lily-?
i like to let rip occasionally

creation can be release..
like what to
could be hit by a bus..
Michael John Dec 2023
one given to utopian predilection miss
one who sees the stars-
my mum says my dad
lives in a
dream and he should get off
his-
-yes-one who sees potential-
you all have potential, children!
so, why should someone be ostracised
or victimised
because they believe..?
someone like vincent van gogh
who was he?
someone else...?
Michael John Aug 2021
i)

one line to dying
but for some
volumes

to nothing-
for some a cricket
in the desert

enlightenment
others cacophony
let a let..

ii)

a time for everything!
(but for none)
some a tomb

clock´s ticking-
for them a second
in endless part

a confinement
(other´s joy)
let-a-let..

iii)

light to loving
every one
little bombs

primed and burned
sweetly fused!
burning hearts!

others apart
just annoy
let-a-let..
Michael John Jul 2023
one look to the stars
and mans destiny is
beyond words-

lily is a bird
messenger of the gods
a wish wished..

she steels her magnificent
plumage
and stretches-

luxury
is a fine
way to be

if you know
how
the heart

to the skies
all the price
and showed..
Michael John Feb 25
i)

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 May 2023
one over the eleven!
died and in heaven
seven to one
all has gone
the living sun
angels come
some have lost and
some won
eating and drinking
and drinking and
eating..
Michael John Oct 2018
iv


one thing they get you
to dislike
well this is it
take a hike..

well done to
maximus
well done
to me

well done
to my children
one  fifty
all my loving..
Michael John Jul 8
o the chips are in the pan
my friend,( lily is desparate dan)
none,are innocent-

the mayo held
the peas are not free
a razors edge..

vinegar at war
the pan is..
enough said..
Michael John Oct 2023
paul,tea or coffee?
water,please, in which life began
and our destiny-
do you think our lives have
improved with the advancement
of technology?

(or were we better off with
fantastic superstition
dying old at forty
imagination..
the peace of god..)

(have we lost or
won
how angry to wait
a second?!
how blase we have
become..)

(still,it is enough cliche
to be
or not-a luddite
poet-let him speak,lily..
gods sake..)
Michael John Oct 2023
peach cobbler?
o ?
to share o

impossible so..
i suppose or
greed is any

different from
jealousy
inverted..

that we know
zero but insist
any-how..

hypocrisy is
the way..
poverty is necessary-

so on-
ice cream, paul,
why not..
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..
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...?
Michael John May 2023
pity
can be ugly
where as courage
is above average
-take a lick stoic!
given empathy
generously
brown bread-
soon be dead..
long time dead..
Michael John Jul 2018
placed indecision into your opponent´ s
heart-
an affair without end or start
but a cunning infinite!
a wheel of endless doubt..

a labyrinth of love and hate
that waves from the nights
and make past the very moment..!
suggested in  plain silence..


and the stayed magic of third word
light of rhythm and humoured..
-soon a rat inside a box
-thinking outside a box..

a vortex
lost
another´s thought
caught..
Michael John Jun 17
i

pleasantly duplicitous
-that is an oxymoron
eg-i ate the last of the

pizza because- the word
goes on and on-
there is no redemption

not in modern life
(or like barley sways
in the temperate winds..)

how is one to survive?
with-out the cunning
of a gentle high?

-the stomach sated
-the nerve held
to lie and be honest

and be nice..
and yet duplicitous
say this

mean that
mean that say this
you wish..


ii

you were a sea-horse
so does everybody
get over it..
poe
Michael John May 24
poe
poe looks on cynically
pausing in his ablutions-
so,we should have some
kind of moral conscience

we should  care for others..?
has nt it all been done-
every revolution is betrayed
lilly touches an ear and

droplets decorate her crown
an ancient beauty
stars are stray and gone
in love by comparison..
Michael John Aug 2017
being young is far from easy
the float it´s meant to be-be
the flit of the high and free..
the best greatest fast spree..

being old is a star to me
i mean,1 and 1 and 1 say
cried and smiled along the
way..no more really..

inside us lives every memory-
the birds sing happily..
they tell of us and we
comes one revelation day!
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..
Michael John May 18
i

poems for the bath
what is that book?
don´t wet it-
i don´t know-
i only read a line from
the blank page and it was
an anecdote as told by a psychiatrist
about one patient that had penchant
for nitrous oxide (or laughing gas) and
when he was in the depths of a recurring vision,
he understood the secret of the universe! but
on awakening could remember nothing..
this tantalizing scenario repeated until he
managed to write down his revelation and when he
came too, he rushed excitedly or excitedly rushed to see,
that which he had written-the secret of the universe!?-
he read,the smell of petroleum permeates through-out..

ii

bit of a let down but is that a lesson..?
(poe,hides a smirk and licks his bits..)
next time..
Michael John Apr 22
poetry is not like
a bus and yet-
lily taps her foot

when i alight
upon the light
and the lights

go ping-
the driver asks
if i want a ticket

and where i would go?
i think of goa
and all the other

pretty places-
i consider space
within and without..

i consider him
his shining dome
general design

after all my life
his hands..
change-(that word

again..)and up a
spiral
while accelerating!

and breaking
up and back and
on..!

above the trees
the brown plowed
fields

to sit at my seat
like boiled owl
lick my ice cream cone..
Michael John Aug 13
poetry is a very wide stream
like being amusing
or write about death
but the two are not mutually
exclusive-the same h20..
if you will..

you might be accused of morbity
or trivuallity
sometimes you can´t win
i mean what actually is the point
i can´t feel your pain
perhaps i lack empathy
you pay the bill..

what you do is what you do
one of seven billion
i write and read on a completely
personel level-an artist..
you are a soul sure but so
am i..unless we have talent
we don´t..simple..
Michael John Aug 2023
poetry is a case of
or mix of
how i dislike that
word

a mix of short term
and spontaneous
(and spelling)

ancient
and before that
no telling

maybe
feeling
for some

humour
or a ******-
tragedy..

for others
*****
or lover

what we want
us stamped
sister/brother..
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