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Michael John Aug 2020
i

if deferred
another word
but
or

absurd
tut
can
am

i
mother
sky
purred

such glory
birth
or dying
see

hear
an infinity
in
the bird

song
(hit-****)
in the
agave..

ii

fallen tree
ah me
on a dime
everything

everyone
must
(secret-
tusk)

love ridden
unbidden
thus
be..

iii

i say none
asked
first
or last

spaced
´tween
the branches
nothing

laced
won or lost
your hand
after

all these years
still precious
teeth gone
hair

gone
what now
if then
deferred..
Michael John Sep 2017
i feel a lot younger now
then when i did i was ten
i try to think of one reason
but can´t think..

2-perhaps that is it..
all my intuition gone..
that ancient reason..
i have developed so..

into a modern man..
lifted my pagan heart
for a logical land..
3-off to a complete start

4
til death do us part-
the circle is completed..
little by little
apart..

away and once
back and forward
but always the same
the key to the prison

shines in my mind
old young
once a man
twice a child..
Michael John Jun 24
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..
Michael John Apr 13
if i am bored
i think of colour
nothing in paticular..
Michael John Dec 2018
if i could
cast some
cold light
which would
burn a hole
deep in your
heart from
afar off star
leaden a glide..
then i
look out my
eye grin out
and what did
everything there
is here doubt
fear and blight
weasel dome
all known-
that red lid
peeled off
until less
scars and more
the hollow
cries mercy less
in your down
tender and like
a cheese grater
i stare out as
no more endures
and shiver jelly
grey and dead
surround..
(yes..i have a
raison d´etre..)
Michael John Apr 2021
i)

if i die today
i would consider
myself fortunate
to have lived
thus long..

that is to say,
the intro wired
to a fugue state
sad and loved
a lost song..

till twenty
unnamed
so waited
nearly died
nearly gone

many ways..
many..
(you know?!
like you
who knows

not me..)
then,
suddenly
i was there!
but where?
one..

ii


two
three
four
not much of a future
done-

what to do?
i see
or saw
tenses
tense
oh,tense-

shoulder
ear
here
and then
now
ow!

how to be
who knows
not i*
if i die to today
upon my stone-

say-
a question
perhaps some unheard
and star distant
exclamation-

some thing..
well i died
and lived
all the same
pray-

perhaps,
i was lucky
or as angels
maybe
i made my own
who knows?!
* Not I,by Samuel Beckett
Michael John Aug 2023
if i were to save your life
do you owe me
or am i responsible
for the rest of it..

***,says lily-
collect two hundred pounds for
passing go or
go directly to jail..

beyond love or
words-
the throw of the
die-in the lap of the gods..
Michael John Jul 2021
if life was an etch-a-sketch*
but it is not,
the past may not,
be erased with a flick of

a supple wrist-
no,the thin grey line is
unmistakable and
indelible

on us and we can fiddle
with circles
peer into cracks
smash it against a

post..
(play another game)
to no avail
let others take the
blame..

no,no..
score a goal
look to the moon
no..

(write a poem..etc..)
*inspired by the first line of a randolph l. wilson poem..
Michael John Oct 2018
i

if mental illness
become glamorous
(when glamour
is fear)
could see here
or little green
men peering in
our collective *
in the mirror or
on a flying star..


or there
which statistically
certainly are
in doubtful reflection
alien sadness
fat or thin
their self
nothings to
**** probings
regardless colour
!
Michael John Sep 2020
i


If my mind
no longer mine
said oh fine
fin-

a stop sign-
the end signed
all good kin
in

love find..
i say fi(e)!
shark fins
circling

what´s been
or even
threaten
threatening

threats
threat
what has gone..
****-going

hex
circling
no longer you
ex

ii

x
no was
some
errant
fingers

in distant
pies
now
they

know
no?
you...

is
how
irrelevant-
try again!

why
lol
question
s

if they
can do this
what else..
we shall see...
Michael John Sep 2021
i forgot to water
the flowers
i caught it in
the hearing gear

what it is to
remember
i sought to isolate
a solitary tear

often what is
forgot
ceases to hurt
some part
no longer there

the flowers between
the ears
say no more
colors of dirt..
Michael John Dec 2021
i)


i found a snow flake
(a lesson for us all
original if full
of holes..)

she told of love
fell from above
iridescent dove
(with the huff..)

what to make
turning blood
if it would
one day s
it stood

mighty but
lost
cold we flossed
no place to
go..

ii

my name is lily
she said
(and tossed an unanointed
point through
my heart)

first we must die
to live
(-roll me a spliff
you give and i
take-easy..)

we are ancient and
freed
our seed
our eternal way
some ways
lay..

iii)

taste this stuff
it dance on the
tongue
in color ripe
always young

alright enough
you have enough
i have
love
to give..

lily,you say..?
i found a snow flake
it was ***** and
forgotten
i have wisdom
you have light..

with her might
she twisted and followed
in-dum-dum
a light..!
a barb dripped

stay there..
now we stay
i watched across
the floor
so far away
fire..

she returns and
like an angel
makes her offering
a sacrifice
and simple

smiles
he gave me his lighter
smoke like
while
time..

iv)

lily
what to say
say nothing
look here
do you want some
well,it is mine
let us not forget
the concept of
possession
or would you
thankyou
i am old school
and here we render unto
caesar..


v)

you may have the
wind in the trees
and beauty
a lot of wood
and seeds, mostly
(yeah,well this is
1979..what can you do?)
i prefer hash
so do i..
so what we live
we die
i can live free!
you read hesse?
i prefer the russians
is nt the waiter
odd
yes,he is-
his children
are beautiful
is there work
i don´t want to work
i had some good jobs
i had bad-digging holes
carrying bricks
you are mad...you want
to hear a joke..



we stayed in white
boxes
the showers were live
wired
the landlady was
kind
fish and soup
wheelbarrows and
pelican
our landlord enjoyed
our parties
he shook all our
hands
we had to lock the
door in the end
his vegetable garden
we were proud!
the surf was the last
noise..soon we were
gone and on the beach
when the tourists came
the english in their underpants
we were on our toes..


vi

he keeps putting his
tongue at me
it´s the cold
is that his wife
yes,did you eat
did you eat
we will go to the
soup kitchen
sounds delightful
and down copious
cheap claret
for a panacea
what is that
is a goat tethered
upside down
the cuisine is
sin
and gold pouring..
ah,to be young..

vi

in the cinema
and off to the disco
in the olive groves
a white house

in the sun
in the evening
with beer and
coffee and cognac..
Michael John Aug 2020
if revered
there may be
tears-

yesterday
there were three
blackbird

in the agave
they looked at me
without  

rancor
question
or regret

quite
quiet
quit it

i thought
sure
persistent

an inordinate
pause
they ordained

with their
glance
i said

i am
the head
of a church

and considered
wallace stevens*
returned

to finish
the washing up
uh..
his great poem-13 ways of looking at a blackbird..
Michael John Aug 2020
if reversed
(fie-a mild
blasphemy..)

or you
and i
we go

back!
you and
i

happy or
sad
(mostly)

jesus,
if
not then

for then
lost
or best

dead-
much said
thus

wink to
a blind
man

a moment
in
the past

dude
gravitas
gratitude

a rainbow
of then
now

and if-
harmony
a kiss

a hand
if
reversed

would be
the same
so..
Michael John Jul 2020
if reversed
the devil tell
the truth
in echo´s

well..
time though
we can be sure
here-

is our knell
straight
live
and direct..
Michael John Jul 2020
if reversed-
love is
us

-this occur
-that obscure
obvious!

same bus
moon verse
soon her

soon me
all together!
tree

song bird
thrush?
lost purse

reimburse
we..
telephone

number
no need
insisted

bus conductor
cupid´s
while

big smile
nice eyes
her stop

go..
end..
began...!
Michael John Aug 2020
if the bird
in the agave
ceased
where should
i be?

(so,
dead, long,
long,
ago..)

word,
if conferred
amid
the congress

one great
unbroken
thud
delectable

we
wonderful
before
the pantheistic

nature of
all..
(as it began
tweet)
Michael John Sep 2017
if we have a collection for the musician
every one to benefit give a little
perhaps some more from businessmen
there will be an interest every day..

in the air and around the water
through the green and in the blue
toward the later morning and
around about evening too!

many people might come too
spending money and say
who is that country boy?
classical and improvised blues..

why not..every body has a right to
make a living for themselves
and really if there is anything
that might save this civilization

it might be generosity..
Michael John May 2023
if you can find a purpose
(in this world)
then indeed,
you are a fortunate
porpoise-
cause a letter
either way,
is the difference
between heaven
and hell..
Michael John May 2023
if you can find a purpose,
(either way!)
to see,
or to sea,
in this world,
indeed..the difference,
t´ween heaven
and hell-a letter-
Yours Sincerely,
a fortunate
porpoise..
Michael John May 2023
if you can find a purpose,
and not play the liar or
hypocrite,
pointing your finger
(in this world)
-calling names like naughty
children,,
then, petty details,
be no hinderance,
is no difference,
righteous *******!
then, good fortune
hell and heaven
be yourn-yours-
an uppity porpoise..
Michael John Sep 2018
if you could see you(me)
i´d see nothing new
mayhap a crack or two
with a **** come through..
that would be all..
the distant call
of an owl..
a thin haul..
wait i can!
a bird with
in sight
of land..
the forest
of love!
song as sweet
from pan..
Michael John Sep 2023
i

i gave you marmalade
you raised your nose
to the sky and flew away..

ii

you want more and more
not coz your greedy
but because the weather..

iii

but nothing i have
is good enough..
you say chav-

iv

i say finch
pretty throat
gods chosen..
Michael John Aug 2021
i gave you the color blue,
i asked what is it for?
i said, start anew
ok..

i gave to you,
the color blue,
(i always felt
propriety restricted..)

i gave you the color blue-
over the rainbow
and overrated,
you..

i gave you the color blue,
and i will take it to
my grave,
i give

to you,
my loyalty and
love,
until then accrued..
Michael John Dec 2021
i had a purple
but was crumpled
ah well not
to dwell
some love
just disolved not
all lost..

a lesson learned?
faith burned?or
future´s earned
(delicate fern..)
Michael John Jan 2019
i had a thought
or memory
to be more exact
a wild pact

i thought that
is crap
but it persist
a mad hat

stood to the
devil´s laugh
win or loose
to late

i said what
don´t forget
for the very
planet..!
Michael John Jan 2019
i had a wish
but better than
nothing..
i had a dream
a long kiss..
cut my heart in

two
too
to
t

me
you
i woke
to everything..
Michael John Dec 2023
i have been writing on
hello poetry for some time
but still no idea of the meaning
of trending..
but

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

on the front of a magazine..
but i don´t ask questions
because by all the gods
and this and that-curiosity
will **** the cat and
no apology for the cliche..
Michael John Jun 2021
i have a
pigeon´s skull
full

of love
delicate and
hard

to define
from hell
or

from above
gentle
or peaceful..
Michael John Jun 2021
i have a
pigeons skull
like our love
peaceful

delicate
sometimes hard
like hell
sometimes

wonder
or hate
below
or above..
Michael John Jun 2021
i have a
pigeons
skull
so delicate
and full

of wonder..
like our love
hard to
define
from above?!
ty 2 marty?!
Michael John Sep 2023
i have a hole in my
shoe
for you
stars are new

mostly, i reflect your
hue
life celebrates it-!
what a to do..!
Michael John Sep 2023
i have a hole in my
head-
7 to be exact-
in no order of import-

one to put bread,
two see you,
four,five, motzart!
six & seven, the glorious morn!
(No 8 MY SECRET ONE..!)
it was early..
Michael John Sep 2023
i have a hole in my pocket
where i would put
something in-un
imagine-able and then run
around leaving it
everywhere for others
to find-like small green creatures-

call it love or affection
(or money..)i should say
had-i was ten..coming from
the sea discovering lungs
and legs and a stilling sky
they lift tails o pray!
and various salient features..
Michael John Sep 2018
i have a little man
he collects money
in a slot at the back
of his cranium..

made of caste iron
his smile red says
with sad blue eyes
put a penny in

and one day a fortune
by my murdering
wiles
will be yours..

meanwhile i will
prop up this dusty
old mirror
with cloven hoofs

dig land fill
and gleefully
stare as everything
else falls away..
Michael John Nov 2022
(i have always liked you
because i never
knew you
or known you
or know you..)

i haver spent the summer
reading Maugham
he knows people!?
the narrow corner-

the painted veil-
tales of death and betrayal..
some dark hilarity
brilliant character portrayal..

also,the moon and sixpence,
-the story of Gauguin
the south sea islands
a frolicking faun

and the tragedy that is
human
in his tireless endurable
style..

i like Somerset-Maugham
he is dry fun
his short stories
another time.-.
Michael John Jan 2019
ii


i have bewitched her..exclamation
but for the better
now a pur
echo´ s there

now relief´ s astir
once lost for
before
here

quiet
too quiet
and quieter
ah..

a great sigh
bare
stretch love
just a last breath

just
an eye
close
..
Michael John Dec 2022
i

i have forgot lily,
her eyes flashed
ravens alight
capture a vision..
in her wakening,
where i hid our
grass last night..
***** *** ****
beauty of
the first light
love thirsts
see her pale
pale skin
her black eye
dawn
the milkman
a sparrow
a horn..
dew..

ii

where o could it be?
wreck the place
mother-f..
she sleeps..
i watch her
her timeless beauty

iii

she is-
little sparrow
brave warrior
first kiss-
snoring, so i go
looksy..!

iv

how to begin
i am not comfortable
with such emotion
amazing how quickly
one goes from
rational human to mad thing
i think i bet she got
it..
this is how it goes..
over the years
hiding holes like love have grown
begin with the walls
o bring them down somewhere obvious
i will return
and she will be burning what pain-
down the couch
or new place
a reconstruction of
the night before
science
or blind anger
which spirals
purple faced
into hopeless tears
and wander
down the bar...

v

no quarter
said the warrior
a pint of lager
i love her

though it is
war
long periods
of boring

by mad action
dividing fractions
well,that was years
before..

how time goes
sweet armistice
(the left is
not what it was..)

but i am
happier
(could nt get no
******* sadder..)

on the positive
i turned out
to be a wizard
sometimes..

it is a case
of where to look
magic could be youtube
or books

writing and
colours
and a little
pointy hat

rats
lol
alakazam!
secret words..

vi

meanwhile
lily awakens-
the kraken
rises

from icy depth
smokes the last
of the grass and
she is herself

she is bit
paint a bit
red bit
red white black

yellow
in a mondrian
o
back to bed

soul mining
cohen
red wine
cosy..

vii

home comes thee
wizard..!?
of dark aspect
respect needed

happy but...
first a further
search
searcher!

secret powers
are on
pagan
hand

the body has
a memory
(he can not bear
the cooker

it is white
and sinister)
to gather the lost
we must dream

lily sings-
what you doing
my man,
looking for something..

(like a dream
a poem within
a poem)
when my heart

is full of love
all for you
my merlin
right here

now o!
a cry yonder
i found a bit of red-leb
from years before

the morning
a dove in flight
our pantheistic
pair

in arm and arm
fair in fair
what you been doing
painting..
Michael John Aug 2017
i


i haver never ate a fast food burger
i have never met a famous movie star
i have never driven a fast car
i have never marched off to war..

i have never set out to mar
i have never been to mars
i have never eaten a mars..
that´s not true i have eaten a mars..

was the first couple of verses,lily,
it went on and on far and far..
and i have lost all three versions
pity,i like one or two lines..

though it could appear pointless
ramblings..i enjoyed writing..
and thought the sad and absurd
gave the love and pain a touching

touch..

ii

lily says..
she has given up on
the rats..
she arched it
across the way
in disgust..
how would we
expect them to
behave if they
gained the world..
again,which surely
they will..she,
is away at the wine..
but the assault on the
commuter train has
proved too much..i will
not allow these images
in my mind..if we consider
our treatment of rats..
they are similar to us somehow
so we experiment on them..
i can´t see them very forgiving..
in herberts book they are not..
but if one great mad moment
by proximity alone
and the ensuing terror..
but anyway what´s the hurry
says lily..we´ll **** ourselves
long before..


iii


tommy our very striking
cat
made a bid for my seat
i forgive him much..

he has a bad case of piles
bless!
what a carry on..
he hated the box..

but lay dormant
when the vet probed
his ****..
he was glad to be home..

and now we have some
ointment..
i just can´t remind her..
tommy will have to suffer..

we are both pretending
to forget..he´s in foul temper
but he can not have my chair..
a man´s chair is..a man´s chair..
Michael John Sep 2017
i have written over 2000
poems that mean nothing-
just so much sand
in the *** hole of existing..

what about excitement..
-a ball passing between two
sticks..
no none..

i lurk around supermarkets..
i read old books..
i get ****** and listen to old dub
tracks..(at the week-end)

still, how beautiful the day long
and majestic!
how sweet the little song birds
entreaty-

hear me
!
see the brightest way!
kiss this wild dome!
(or write a poem...)
Michael John Jun 2021
i hold within
a little feline
crying
for love

she rubs
away
from above
(by and by)

i ask what
is required?
invariably
the answer

is nothing
or
we will see
with a darkest

purr..i say i
will or
why
a saucer

of circle
riddle me this-
i don´t know
but no-one does..!
ii
Michael John Jul 15
ii
ii

if i was not so selfish
and greedy
things would be different

i would not be lonely
life might be full
and death dull..
i-i
Michael John Oct 10
i-i
i-i

i sometimes wonder what
we would do without conformity
or diversity..

take a fizzy drink
we will call horse´s ****-if
we did n´t all want it

then, it would not be..
same with love and belief..
caw!..lily pauses...

ii

some of you are probably
wondering what is she-
a notated anarchist..

revolutionary poet doing
opening a supermarket?
i need the money..lol..

but the way to change
is from with-in-and everyone
must eat-

iii

i do wonder what tennyson
would have made of it all
our consumer society..

there is something comforting
there is order
what is yours is yours

what is mine is mine
how else can it be
render unto caeser..

iv

in times of yore
nomadic man roamed here and
there..

(now we have asda
progress-can´t stop-)
we fought or effed and

then built a fence and
posession hopped
into our hearts like

an endless summer
and here we are..
of the future..

v

to conform or
grow your hair and
don flairs

a dab of patchouli
behind the ear
a flower in the hair-

am i me lsd
love an alien
have a nice time or

vi

the snack aisle..
the diverse
where i see

vision of the wild
the grass
a dying tree..

vii

at this moment i
stand with scissors
and see your expectant faces-

life is pure profit
or a bargain basement
or short changed

or hauled before the
man to beg and beseech
innocence..

not a word i use lightly
i leave you with this
supermarket..

viii

ginsburg followed walt
around-as he eyed
the pretty boys-

lonely old grubber!
and indeed who has
not fallen head over

trolly wheels-we met by
the meat counter..
romantic tales..

two way mirrors
surveillance and
*****..

look-30 percent off
a machine and well
kept bathrooms..
ii)
Michael John May 2021
ii)
ii)

from the golf courses
and from the bars
came the alderman!

assembling in dismay
and confusion-
comparing tans!

order!ORDER!!
-a birdy by god-!
-a state of emergency

has been declared
due to an invasion of
vermin-

-thought it was
the gin-
the right honourable

lord mayor of tower
Hamelin
rose

what is proposed?
scratching his nose
no-one knows..

silence grows..
(like a
dandelion)

they may
just go
you know-

(boredom)
suggested
the member

for lower
east saxony
or-

uproar!
howdy do?!
not a clue

or-at the
window
look!

their
listening!
a big

specimen
rattus noregicus-
understands!

we must prevent panic
all are running
when all fails

we´ll ask the
population..!
democracy

will save the day
lord
squeak..so..
Michael John Mar 6
ii))

transference is us?!
and living by denial
i remember breakfast
by the nile

i was only seventeen..
it was nice
though  not very well
so beautiful..
iii
Michael John Jul 15
iii
iii

i am thinking intermediate
lily something with black thorns
but marks and sparks..

blood in the walk-naomi
dear don´t fidget so-
todd you are late..
iii
Michael John Jan 10
iii
iii

(*** says lily..)
prompts a small cloud to cover
the sun

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

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

iv

when young
i was cursed by
fish

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

my fortune
i did n´t care
as for fame

v

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

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

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

i have the key
accidently
it rained..
Michael John May 2021
so word is out
hear the criers
shout!

hear ye!
hear ye!
500 duccats!

to he
who can
rid hamelyn

of it´s
infestation-
500 duccats!

(no more rats..!)
hear ye!!?
that´s me!

thought the pied
piper
in passing

on an errand
pete to his friends
what a princely

sum
said he to his
mum

i´m away to
hamelyn
lickety split!

but i shall return
rich!?
she packed

his sandwiches
while he dressed-
black hat

white spats
a salt and pepper
suit

a magical flute!
Jess his newt
on his shoulder

water..
with out
a doubt..

off to hamelyn
for fame
and fortune..
Michael John Dec 2018
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lily is humpy
it´ s how you
get up
love

conquerors
all
still i rise..(maya angelou)
was it why

the blue sky
lily´ s sigh
is as humble
as a button..
Michael John Mar 2021
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i knew the moon too well
i would not like to dwell
there..

i don´t really understand
why man
needed to go

there seems to me
had we spent the money
wisely

here instead
say,on pollution..
then we might be happy

here..
but i´m sure
there is a lot

i don´t know


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