Michael John: Poems - Hello Poetry

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Michael John Oct 2023

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best not to worry!
there is a formula-
answer: infinity
we..

(who gives a
monkey)
over the square of
nada..

look to the pretty
heaven!
greens and majestic
portals-

o glittering prizes!
pulsars
supernova and a
faintest signal

=´s money!
the more we know
the less we understand
infinity..

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lily reads from her
napkin-might recite that
tomorrow-
she is to read and promote
her new slim volume-
it is best to read something
fresh..as she gets bored with her
old stuff-on local radio..

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hard to critique ones
own
might be insightful or just
incomprehensible or banal
or so..

or angry and bitter
at such waste
political..
best try happy and-

you know roundabouts
shopping lists
love
etc

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the laundrette..
what do think,paul,
cynical
promotes thought..?

yes,but an odd
juxtaposition-
highlights the
hairdresser..special offer..

well,capital will
trivialise
(perhaps if you weren´t
******..)

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hedgehogs!
(a spontaneous blog)
i suckle on teats

and share your deep,
dark, secrets..
eye of blackest

dog-
prickly prickly
stealing and spying

so..
your heart worm
mine..

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Michael John Oct 23

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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..

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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..

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Michael John Aug 26

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and others best
forgot-
but lily says
examining a blade of
grass-the memory is auto-
nomous..

and what comes back-
come´s back..
hey, we can shrug
ah,nothing to be done!
or into a poem
celebrate or exorcise..

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mass murderers die happily
with their boots on
some beg for forgivness
for nothing
the sun will rise
this blade of grass the same
laugh or cry..

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it takes more muscles
to frown than smile-
let us be lazy!
let us stay in bed!
(and say what the heck..!?)
let us read, walt..
let us live in the trees..
o lotus eaters..!
we will forget..(if we
can...)

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Michael John Mar 16

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i do like william blake
says lily
and sticks a spliff in
her mouth-

what would he make
of us?
put him in front of
a television

the cars and airoplane..
(he saw angels anyhow..)but
still killing each other
so no surprise there..

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Michael John Jun 25

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i do not mock the sun
a war no-one or nothing
wins

i know as much as the
gecko
late of residence

on our wall-
upside down
charging at the

near invicible
and surrounded
by monsters..

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i have a hat and
the captain´s shoes
but that means nowt

i am in
i am blue
i am out..

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Michael John Aug 23

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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..

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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..

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

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

shamed once again but
happy
they begin..

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their walk home
beneath the stars
to surrender

free as the birdies
as the breeze
past and the future..

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Michael John 4d

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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..

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Michael John May 13

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as poly succinctly has it
-identity is the crisis can´t
you see

but to know yourself is
taboo..
unless lily quips

you know yourself
as an utter xxxx
and don´t care..

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ah, we are in the bath again
(strangers without pain)
candles aflickering..

conversation as bubbles..
bowie sings we are the
dead on a bootleg..

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who do you like
i like whitman
he got me through..

he will..
such a lovely human
i have n´t read him

for so long
i want to
but don´t..

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what about the beats
i like lew welch
anyone else..

the russians
for me it´s
serendipity..

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time goes hey
now your old
i have never

been on horse back
never mind
i don´t..

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Michael John Jun 27

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did you ever find anything
exciting-she places a page
carefully on the table

and puts an orange on-
so the breeze won´t blow-
in the summer, we sit

in the garden with book
ice-tea and sweet grass..
the sparrows chat

in our tree-they say
life and eternity..
depends,what does she mean

by exciting?gold or a
meaning or peace..
some inner harmony-

do you know there is no rhyme
in orange?
froudroyant!

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in the sky the shadows
build and like they will
crash

another page under
the birds laugh
sweet grass...

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Michael John Aug 3

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do you wonder what
your last words will be?
to para-phrase-oscar-
he said, it was either he

or the wallpaper..well,
we have no wall-paper-
i wish my view,though,
the blue sky and

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mediterranean..
and perhaps, why?
(it was my first-)
time is circular
not linear..

or perhaps your
mad blue eyes
what difference..?
because..

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Michael John Apr 29

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you touch on the duality
of laughter and tears-even
when you laugh the sadness
does not leave your eyes..

she says, she does not write
pointless-in you there is
hurt that will never be ex-
tinguished..

like a child they were one
but for you nothing..
you will fish
the last thought of dying..

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sorry i spoke
sorry i breathed
sorry for sorry..

funny word
repeat it
what you got..

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Michael John Aug 8

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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..

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

bowed to human
dissapates the rising moon
come the dark..

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Michael John Aug 24

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so,they walk home
under the loving stars
together and alone
they go-b flat-la..

happy-come!
in time of wars
when hope is done-
for..

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over one flaky bridge
past sundry traffic
cones
they hear a swish..

they hold hands
and look up
a silence so palpable..
grumps says

shall we get some chips?
past the garbage truck
happy you stay here
with edna..

what would you like?
a home and family
how many kids?
...and plenty vinegar..

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Michael John May 21

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people can be cruel-
well,i did n´t care but
these morons could n´t

pull their socks on..
they said the same things
every time..

i tried to divert them
but in the end
stayed quiet and

drank my wine..
after about an hour
they said,you don´t

say much do-do you
no,i was dreaming of nirvarna
hope and beauty..

heaven and hell
just recurring themes
crime and punishment

the futility of it
all..
back is underated..

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..and then lily
stagger the long road
to the beach

and lay my head
in among the bugs
and distant song..

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Michael John Sep 20

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what are we?
(that is what she wants
to know..)

identity,is the crisis,
can´t you see?
-we are the past

and future..
don´t cry,lily,
(all crimes are paid..)

are you afraid?
-dying is hard
when the sun shines

and the birds sing
happily in
the trees..

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there is the major
and minor
the micro and
hows your father..

eat the hamburger
and take care of each other
o officer dibble-
mandible..

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she is spaced as cake
(no time for hate)
running around in her
docs alone..

a knock upon the door
stops her dead
who is there
fear unkown..

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Michael John Jun 2

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lily says i don´t like
you because-
you re cheap
and greedy
ugly lazy and
duplicitous-

(i am only human after all-)

deceitful
hurtful
hypocritical-

(she can´t find her grass)

a pointless waste of space
a disgrace
an abomination
and just no fun..

i hate your shoes
and the way you stand
helpless
your pathetic pauses-

(...)

the way you look and breath
i curse your birth
yon dearth!
your shirt..?

(i got this at the boot sale
for a pound)

i loathe your very existance-
ah! here it is!
now, where are the papers..?

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i like you because.
(not sure really)
but i love you..

and that is far
far
worse..

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Michael John Sep 12

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what were you doing between
a lion and a camel
just passing time
i had set off for italy..

i worked for some irish
on the black stuff-swinging a
pick..and then i went to
berlin..

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thirty years ago lily
where has the time gone
i feel like a different person
soon be ninety..

i feel younger now
then when i was twenty though
then i was all pain
and disdain..

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Michael John May 16

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see this soap?
here is horror and hope
here is heaven and
el diablo..

what is with-in
is with-in....

yeah..
i love words and
i hate them-
every artist both loves
and hates their medium..

why don´t we like ourselves?
i don´t know-
what do you think, poe?
miaow..

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you would think music was
innocuous..
we are just too complex

we could eff-up paradise
we have eff-ed up paradise
***..

the song contest

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Michael John May 20

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i was a dissapointment
not so much to myself
but to the human race

they would say-
speaking as an outsider
what do you(me) think

of the human race?
i had no answer..
inwardly,

i berated their lack
of originality
pass the soap lily..

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what did i think
(i thought i could
die for a drink..)

i thought of hope
and beauty-
that sort of thing..

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Michael John Oct 15

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food has become beauty
lily muses-
and entertainment
coloured happy

not blue..
not happy open packet
open packet and stick content
in maw..

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more our first
word and maybe
our last thought..

time as chips
salt and poly-do-da
hunger and thirst..

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Michael John May 3

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and finally-what is the
primary objective of the poet?-
to say what they have
to say
and to be read

to change the world for
the better
to earn their daily bread..
to colour..

with their cosmic pencil
not neccessarily true-life
but what might be..
or emptiness´s fill..

despair to love
to hope from nil
and even for the love
of the alien-
to make money..

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here we have left space for
some of you poems, lily
something unknown
love you soon..

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Michael John Aug 18

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to give it a full name
all our yesterdays
(or the future game..)

all the same-lugubrious
or happy-
he runs past ernie!

but stops enthralled
young again-a man in
a hat

of the beige brigade
with the aid of dance
tells a story..

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when i was young
i danced alone and now
i dance alone-

the bit between was
fun
an eternity gone

all too soon-
i was a stone
i was a cross

i was water..but
look close do you see
regret?

do you see hate?
(happy leans out..)
wags his tail..

i have lived..
slowly,slowly,
he does the splits..

arms akimbo
defiant and proud
o crescendo...!

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Michael John Sep 13

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they might begin by paying
the workers in the tourist industry
a living wage-
(as they are notoriously underpaid..)

is that poetry, she says,
poetry, can make the world a better place
so i think it is..
(thus, sharing the wealth..)

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Michael John Jun 28

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and he scampers off
with metaphor and that
about a home he never has

more is less- a birds nest-
o small and sad
trying not to be..

moss and warm
a little eye dreaming of
wild and calm..

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Michael John Apr 30

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the telephone rings-
four minutes left!
what is your thinking
there is only death!?

-
-i will look into your eyes
forget the dread
and cry-
let us go to our bed..?!

let us hold hands
let us not mourn
let us rejoice
we are re-born..!

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the telephone rings..
lily looks bereft-
it´s bad news!
i know it!

i will not..i can´t..!
it is a thing!!
i will-what?!
a premonition..?

four minutes to live!
soon be dead!
(o it was brief..
o boil an egg..)

it is the lsd
lily
i been there
believe me..

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at glastonbury-
the telephone rings-
hello..
hello..

evening news-
is that lily the muse
we want to interview you
i am immortal..

good,we´ll send you some questions
and you reply if youre agreeable
with some of your work
should be in the magazine this

week-end-i am god..
ok..then..normal terms apply..
bye
bye..

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Michael John Aug 14

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an old flame?!
is that not-just
la juste mot..?

how many years,
edna,
since we last met..?

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you look the same!?
o ****!?-
no,not changed a bit..

(grumpy puts his game
face on-)
may be we could sit

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play-catch-up..?
mossy on down memory lane
yup..?

a smile so pretty enough
of assent-yes,
i would like that..

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but watching at the
corner
stood the pup from hell

and his eyes are not red
but sea-green..
well..

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Michael John Oct 3

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every time i write i wonder why, (examing
her arm pit
running through the mine pit
like a canary

momentarily ahead with the noxious
fumes gaining..)
if it were love
or money..

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god must have wondered too
(that would no doubt be
blasphmy in less enlightened times..
they would have tortured me)

but when he made me and you
the gift of creativity
remains-(and burnt me like
an old tree..)

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so,(see how far we have come)
so,we have freedom
(to be used responsibilly)
(neither love nor money)

and who is to say-what will
be..
just to say one thing! that may
be of passing interest to someone..

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that is the question
why bother-i distrust our
motive-it´s brevity
is too short

it´s length too long
just say what you mean
and let us leave it at that
beauty?

love and money
again..
inexstrictable pain
and monotony..

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Michael John Jun 28

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why do we want to be
loved by strangers?
for a plate of stew
or is there more..

i mean, lily taps her
pipe-like this-
i write and send it off
into the ether..

for your delectation?
do i have owt to prove?
am i clever?
do i want love?

am i small again
pulling at some obscure
apron- string- pain
like a lost dove..

or do i just enjoy writing
after breakfast
in the sunny garden-
just butterfly stuff..

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creation a little piece
left over-some fluff
some mote of dust

just as the washing up
calls and time kicks
she examines a twig..

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Michael John Jul 29

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i would trust you
but i would end in a cavern
effed by the devil

there are times one
gets only one chance
so i was careful

to say yes might be
the end..happy..
innocence can be deceptive..

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a smile is just a co-
ordination of muscle
and teeth..

moments in every life
look to intent
the reality hussle..

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Michael John May 30

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the last bugle-
be mean
be cruel
(i will remain true

to the jungle..)
and fade to white..
-i will be happy
with-out you..

o lie!
(o self-deception..)
o lack a day!
(for we must pay..)

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i curse the day we met!?
i was just pht-
a vortex of purple
turmoil

with a severed head
looking down at me
(i thought be cool..)
said er, you have fire..?

i thought of a legend
of medusa
there was sea and
a star

that was black-
and then i was in
a bath
we laughed

in the beginning
and then i was disscussing
morality and politcs
with a cat-poe-ah yes..

i recall it well..

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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..

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i will have lived
i believe
just a fallen leaf-

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

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

the present left
let´s see
tick-tock..!

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Michael John May 6

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you are going to get us
banned,lily
i can see that one coming
they say-they say-

you can see the future?
(i was about to say
kudos to hello poetry
for their tolerance..)

i think it is intuition
she sniffs..
and what may that be?
wait a tic

i will consult the dictionary..
that is spooky erm stuff!?
what about subconscious
manipulation...?

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suggestion or coincidence
or just wishful thinking
confusion..

guessing or a superstition
knowing-ancient power
man nature together..

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o lily they will burn thee
for a witch
your heart of straw

we itch..
go further-go further
the sparks will fly

the night will howl-
pretty and clever
we see the past..

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Michael John Oct 30

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lily are you a
witch?
not sure?

probably are..
many are unware..
a shadow woman..

you are kin
to the cats
umbra feline..

and you know
what i´m thinking..
your aura a flittering bat

in a long forgotten
or bats..
cornish cove

where dwell stange
nymph
and what not..

sun and moon
happy and fair
size 10 airware..

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it is easy to flex
my cosmic doo-da
and low hex

or spell-(let me
consult thesaurus..)
and abracadabra..

just a question of
discovery
there is magic

in nature-it is undeniable
power in beauty
and beauty into power

cats and bats
and hedgehogs
ears of the devil

can it be transmited
from one heart
in a circular

fashion to another?
there is healing
love and rebirth..?

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in perfection her
reflections
in the mirror

where they see
past and future
omni-presence

do you think
she says-will it rain
should i take

an umbrella
the twain meet
the clouds break..

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Michael John Sep 15

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i wish i could write
like the little bird
that hovers in my face
between wire
and glass..

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Michael John May 26

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so that is natural
in the jungle-
one ´s beans are one´s
own..

and woe to anyone
who doth encroach..(poe)
(o lily we are nearly
poached..)

she sighs and says
and what for civilization
then..a plastic duck?
information?

nomadic man effed or
fought and then
he constructed a fence
planted a bean and said

mine..

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that´s all fine
but what of a hot bath
peace and tranquillity-

all history is gossipp
any way
live for today..

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Michael John Oct 19

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usual is my name
i say what is expected
before hands

eyes glaze and i stay
a drone in monotone
little do they know

my origins-just as
small a need to explain
loveless children

nod like plod
in trills of pain
some how far

in a fear
in spiked tears
to carry aload

to shrug and grin
in broken glass
a shruken punch line..

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nostalgia is not
a box of matches
lily laughs

more stone and
a moon
the toxic vista..

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Michael John Sep 19

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the dreaded white!
cold as gold
bold as betrayal
miserable ..!

expectant and silent
nowwhat..?
some miserable diatribe
on unrequited love?

how much better is
pea-*******..
the cat poe
who knows..?

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the life of the poet
(take off the t)
if a women lies naked
at your feet..

if the rain and wind
break your heart
if a song is only part-
a wart..

the witch and her
proboscis-the mosh pit,
o try to forget!
the way she´d hold her

pint..glance back at the dew
on the spider´s web
o the way.. the way..
the way young lover´s do..

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if i played a tune
perhaps i might sleep
but i am musical as
an incontinent sheep-

the way she sung in
the bath..identity, is the crisis
can´t you see-
little things like sledgehammers..

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she turns a page-
wolfe like a memory
or dream
paris and monmarte

generosity..
fun all the rage..
hey,what are we
that´s what i want to know..

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Michael John Nov 2023

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i became interested in poetry
through bukowski
basically

i thought poetry was about
love and daffodils
literally

but can be about boozing
and ******, fighting
cats and dogs..

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why not drop
food and medical
aid?

from airplanes
(or helicopter)
clearly marked

bottles of water
and so..
¨from god..¨!?!

(A ripple of
applause
cod..?)(-cash on delivery..)

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lily says
thankyou..
this is called-

the universe-
(my mum went to
school with you!?)

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i feel ancient
like the light
that travels from
furthest depth

it is twisted and
bent
still lit

but hopeful..
like luggage lost
in transit

i await..
i have a number
and pretty colour

soul intact
can the can
computer enhanced..

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what is wrong with
man?
well,it is the difference

(in silence)
between a power tool
screaming kids

yappy dogs
desparate dans
and a circle..

not any ones fault
not yours
but not mine..

(a stifled laugh
a cough
a truthful shuffle)

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she pauses for
to imbibe..
o momentarily entranced
by the H2o
-any questions?yes-
do you exist?
do you exist?
-on more than a purely
perfunctory basis-
(my mum went to school
with you..)

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existence

composed to resistance
-rene said,
i think therefore i am..

i prefer-
all i i know is
i know nothing..

(one of the old greek boys..)
what if i can´t think..
what if it hurts..

(silence-the furtive rustle
of
a sweet wrapper
a no 23 goes by..
for some a ball
for i-music was the answer..)

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music

bob marley says,
music is a godly thing
y´know..?

the theme from tales
of the river bank
filled my

heart with love
and my head with
ambition..

silence is a kind
of music
the older i am

the more i love
that
too..

(love-karma
comrades
kind folk
strangers and
acquaintance-
indistinguishable
unavoidable
inevitable
pay the bill
eternal
officer dibble
no wibble
no wobble
a glass full
a charging bull
eternal again
chuff chuff
cosmic train
what i am giving
is what i am
getting-
simple but endlessly
complex..)

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complex

i don´t really like this word
i don´t use words i don´t like
but there it is
my mind is a blank
my leg itches
what about this world?
(bless my britches..!)
does the heart sink
does despair abound
do we desire closure
is it suffice
has it got a bit
too much
are we done?
no, there is space..
(space, the bit
between)
free and tedious
we consider the void
the gaps
between us..
(the no 23 goes past
and in a seat
some one waves
and blows a kiss..)
for want of a better
word..

a happy quiet
some positive
thoughts
what it is to
live-
i thought i might
try something different
lily says..

i have always admired
the art of the story teller and regret
their demise from popular culture..

x

once when after a successful ****
and apetites sated amid the crackle of
flame in a silence a moon sighing
made to the front by the fire
between hunter and blood baptised
moved the medicine man
ju-ju and seer
with pipe and bone to bless
the warrior shadow and women
laughter admonishing small children
the cave grew hushed and stilled..

his first cry the prey´s last
a victory and a blessing
hiss and rattle

to the earth to the heavens
the second the sun
and moons

survival and fruitful
ness
-to the rain

he tokes his kit
and passes to the left
anoints the head

kisses the dead
and the refrain
for today and

tomorrow
-together
-together..

(celebration and commune
gone before the f or fight
of the nomad

the birth of possession..
order in might
the land

our own
black and white
o tribe of man!)

so the **** was the
inspiration and unification
a stone recollection

a moment of daring
the fired dancing of
imagination

searing rytham
on and on and
in

the bloodied sing
stone to bone
stone to bone

great the hunter
the victors song
one and on..

and so we learned to read and write
and tell tales..

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Michael John Oct 18

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time is a pitza
round and cheesy-
a bubble of sound
(einstein say)

i like it simple-
some pimiento-
just for o
eternal

take away
the tomato..
life is onion
tears or happy..

ii

is time a pitza?
if you consider post-war
britain..

my mother was twenty-one
before she saw an orange
(one of those words

for which nothing rhymes)
and she was aged before
she saw, mozzarella..

iii

we had fish and chips on a
saturday
dandillion and burdock pop

my father had tripe on a
saturday night
our car was green

i knew the engine..
we listened to the radio
just a minute was on..

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Michael John Oct 16

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like you know the way
like it stretches
like time

reds and brown
gold like heaven
-less a pitza

more religious
experience
utopia..

ii

and then we are obese
so we watch tv
things are tedious..

then,we do stuff we´d
rather not-ah..
dystopia..

what is to be
hope-a stick of celery
and a dip..

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Michael John Oct 28

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the people i met later
said they never really
knew me..

that is because they
were not interested
i spoke

and the tumbling weeds
blew
the birds sang

sometimes i would say
i am an alien and
as we waited

in the silence and for them
to talk about themselves..
(which turned out to be

not far from the truth)
but in solitude
i found myself..

ii

maybe,lily says
archly-you were boring..
they were no more

interesting-believe me
one story-
i knew better than they..

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Michael John Sep 27

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good evening ladies
and one gentleman!-
(caw..)
be careful what we

wish for, it may come
true..when young i
thought to be a millionaire
by thirty-

(the details were sketchy..)
and then through tolstoy
and the ragged trousered philantropist
was more interest..

and to the desert and the
eternal blue skies
love to discovery
i see in your faces

ii

something of the same
or the wisdom of nothing or
the world, chico, and everything in
it..

and if should be-a faustian
reality
or the best for our children
what then..

do we cry-break out the
rocket launcher or
a biscuit and a cup of tea
and say, i thought so..

iii

man above everything is durable..
and, of course ,what we want most
of all-
is belief..

and this may unite us
(as it might divide-)
and where or how do
we aquire such?

argus..
temple or church
your eyes and heart
an atom in a trillion parts..

and if we knew
our reason
our existance
what then..

iv

if alien were to land and
explain everything-life and
death..
what then..

can´t put the ketchup
back in the bottle..
once pandora´s box is open
when we said don´t know..

v

be careful for what we
wish-fame-
most illogical
most regretable-

you don´t own me-
cored..
rejoice in the unknown
the nameless..

i thought it would be
something else
freedom but more like
a prison or platitude

or an endless donkey
no tail
a cliche..
you don´t know me..

vi

lily is begining to
babble
but ending on high-
when buk said don´t try

he was not whistling dixie--
hey thank you for having me
and may the bird in your hear
never want..t

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Michael John Oct 1

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it is obvious like the
words from long before
hindsight is right..
(a bit obscure lily

let´s have clarity..)
when i consider
when i remember
the hairy dilemma..

why are we still here
(specifically..)
some chance encounter
what was nearly

a word that was not
to look up
or to look down
or luck

to sniff the air
portent or a change
of mind-consider reality
the lessons of history..

think of something
quickly
words..(or maybe elaborate
mime..)

instinct, i mean
question
i knew there was some thing
odd-

not thoughts from a
trunk..silence in the jungle
or a smile
or pray to god..

ii

it is a wonder any get through
the things you know
and worse

the things you don´t..
me and you
guilt and innocent..

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Michael John Sep 26

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lily, what are you doing?
she is working on her speech
for friday-(see above)..
the opening-thanks..!

thankyou!...to paraphrase
russel in american gangster
the number one fear is
not kidnap and torture

but public speaking!?today,
-i saw a rather chilling t-shirt,
on the way here-be fat
and harder to kidnap..

but i digress, be careful
for what you wish
or fear..
that is the start..

ii

well,that sounds a riot..
i am frightened of freezing
and staring out at the faces

light fades to light
weak at the knee
to a polite silence...

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Michael John Sep 6

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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..

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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-

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Michael John Sep 7

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i?

how she changed from death,
there must have been a moment,
illusive as jam on toast..

there must have been a breath,
what they call an epiphany,
maybe..

she said long time dead!?
not so much left
what alternative..?

ii

what is better then why
it is a beginning-
the aroma of fresh java!

what next?
a jump into the unknown
eggs benedict..

life
and ketchup
the only way..

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Michael John Sep 5

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bogged down in
raw material
will you toss me a vine?

will you stand
at the peripheral
giving advice-

don´t struggle!
will you smile?
as the mire gets

higher and higher
will i see god in
glorious techni-colour or/

or the devil in
art-house sepia..
o the price of pop-corn..

some such thought
be my last..
blowing bubbles..

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Michael John Mar 2

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i)

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..

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Michael John Aug 6

i)

i)

grumpy on the couch:
i was never loved, doc,
q:(a common whine-)

what makes you say..?
a:a void of feeling..
a vaccum..

q:you are defficient in
everyday emotions?
a:how do i know-

q:you can not communicate?
a:words, they hurt..
q:how so?

a:i try to relate..
q:you feel isolated..
a:i feel alone

a:i feel nothing..
q:you are repressed by
life..

a:i am repressed by life
i would hurt myself but
i am a coward..

i would die..i want to..
nothing to do but how..
life is pointless..

q:tell me about your
poetry-
i got out of bed

ii)

and in my head a
cacophony
that enticed and

bored in about equal
measure
mum,put my eggs on..

where is my paper-
the dog had ripped it
asunder..

mum,put the television
on..
i look out the window-

mum,when did you last
clean the windows..?
everything the same..

what about the weather..
rain..
in my heart a vacuum..

i have to vaccum, dear,
sorry..
where are my soldiers..?!

same as yesterday-where
is my life..
same as tomorrow..

iii)

meanwhile,happy does
a back to back boogie
with a little doxie

he met by rumblelows,
they look in the window
caught in flangrante..

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