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Michael John Sep 2024
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she has a stalker?
i don´t know when does
romantic interest become

alighting a passing tree
cawing and writing love
epistles..

for a court to decide?
we live in a litigious society-
half the world is mad

and wants to be called mad
so they can sue..
what to do..

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words lily-life
or death
simple or not..

the first put to the sword
and replace by the
same again..
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Michael John May 10
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poetry is food and food
is poetry-the soul will shrivel
if it is terrible then so

throw a silver piece dude
into a bottomless well
and go no..

no..without it..universal
love and time so
genius and the fool

hand in hand
shared-crude tool
why, say people

o subtle little stand
some twaddle
death and renewel

the loving land
a quick cuddle-
her or his hand

try and keep track
like a diary book
like a distant f

dinner in front of
the computer
carrot soup and

quiche
poor or rich
does n´t matter..

kidnapped by aliens?
on you go..
tell us you woke up

with a sore ***-hole..
and more power to you
make it good though

don´t rush..don´t they say
god is in the detail
(i say and too often

i know..)and i go on
i know..finnishing is tricky
motion is my thing..

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travel i liked travel
now,i am frightened to put
my head out..

memory will do that
i realize now -but with all
the ***** cognac i imbibed

tis´wonder i can remember
but with the computer and a
nice cup of tea..

i was death and now i am life
well change baby..
viva la differences

the bat cat and rat
the chinese i admire
don´t you

i felt universal love
to strangers but now
i want to **** them-

such is life change baby
old and grumpy..lol..
i was so dumb

i thought got to do
something baby
apart from drinking..

i was going from alcoholic to
chronic..a book by..it is called the grass
arena..

john something-i have to move..john
healy..how a drinking man became
a chess champion..

saved me bacon..i picked up my
guitar and said right..
and then i thought what about painting

and so on..i thought i was good  but..
therapy..penny whistle followed
violin and mandolin

heal me..save it..baby..
reading..i think i have covered crime
and punisment quite extensively-

in other poems i know
my girl friend hit me with it-bam..
it hurt but i read it..

and dostoyevski..what a guy..
from their i got into the russians
when i think of a book

some memory is attatched
and love and redemption
sonia and rodney..

his lovely mother and dunya..
mr luhzin
and my sore head..siberia..
bless j..who had great *******..
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Michael John May 2024
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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..

ii

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 Jan 8
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lily looks up from a page
why do i feel guilt
when i have done nothing..

what is she reading?
in patagonia-
because you are..

by bruce chatwin-
like winnie the poo
and ******

ii

when they pull out
your finger nails your to say ow
not be clever..

witches were clever
or are..
freedom a little shack

by the ocean..
dinosaurs and great open spaces
sailing the albatross..

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a certain penguin with
comical name
send out the a team

they make a glittering home
and the rest follow..
they are monogamous

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until death..
both raise the chick
in turn

they are generous
they share
there is no blame..
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Michael John Mar 15
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hello-are you there?
you look
you find-

like gold in
the red desert
or love-

phrenology
ontology-
in your mind

or a butterfly minding
it´s own
do we choose..

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what is mineis
mine and whatis
yours..

civilization has been
in place for 2000 years
but as tennyson said

let ten thousand years pass
and then we wil talk of progress..!
possession will not last..

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shall we share
some universal tune
a magical aire

like the air
or will we have to
say we are through-

die away-
greed wins
live on the moon..
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Michael John Jun 2
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i am glad you want nothing from me
as i want nothing from you..
we can be honest..
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Michael John Jan 13
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time..i am told we are
opening up the lines
not lying in a hot bath

with a bottle of jack
but the first caller-
we are through..

to the prettiest star!
caw..!
i have a memory-

we lived in a donkey hut
above the bay
sunset and ferry

warm retsina and
musicians and strippers
the village hummed

chilled bums-
panic in detroit
is that you, crow?!

lily,i can read your mind..did you take my underwear..?!
off the line-
click..

a lad insane..
(another poem from me)
for crow..

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for whose heart
(as greedy as the guiri)
for my love,
alas, can never be..

i am to myself-first!
(the wing to the sky)
for all that thirst
for reason, why

to they that share
bread and wine
to them that dare
be a future time..
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Michael John Feb 28
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lily, they are going to send a rocket
into space with only women
who will drive and who the map
and who will sit in the back and
russle sweet wrappers and make
innate comment-look at that..

has that always been there..
alpha centauri?kuk big innit..
do tou want a sweet..
yello is my favourie colour..
does this seat go back any
further-i´ll be glad
when we get there-
where´s my hand bag..

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my mother and i would
spend hours in our back yard
watching the stars-

greater than silver and gold
but i feel we should leave them
where they are..
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Michael John Sep 2024
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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..

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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 Dec 2023
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seeking meaning through sorrows
we look in the wrong places
sit round the wrong corners

turn over the wrong stones
get the wrong ideas
wrong wrongs..

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that´s MY poem says monkey
it is about human folly
did nt take long..

kind of wrote itself..
a lack of belief
a rather sad song..

don´t think i will bother
again
pain comes from pain..

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tell us about your life
lily?
cheer us!
interest us!
rework an old memory-!
ok-
what about time and
what have you?-(**** on
that..)
well, i was about eight
or nine and would ride my bike
up and down dale-big-something-
little-something and one day my friend
ian  turns into the path of an over-
taking car and splats him on the windscreen
and on the bonnet and finally onto the road-
the wind had done it ..
or anyway, i would ride that
way there after..it took me to a hole in a fence
and through a wood to a quarry and that gate or gap
or lack of anything solid to a rise in terrain and a gentle
***** to the waters edge..i liked it here and i did not. once
some evil gathering settled not far away and i wondered in my
little head-how can this  be..but it was sandy and white and the
water perfectly reflected the sky..the water was only three inches deep and the lime or chalk was as white as can be. there was a small cliff not far away which it  was possible to traverse to the top where there was a bush. i wondered about exploring but even in this rash and exciting and curious place, i was cautious.so, i stood by the waters edge having armed myself with the longest stick in christendom for as to gauge depths. this of course was of the utmost importance. (you know, quicksand and tarzan etc..!)i should say it was perfectly silent and this was another strangeness-no birds sang and no breeze to sigh. just nothing.
  i pushed the stick as far as i could into the silt without releasing my grip and without falling forward. without losing a shoe. i shudder now to picture myself. how dangerous was this. i don´t know..but then after a while something strange occurred. i can´t remember how it began. i stood and wondered at this phenomena-
from out of the water came an apparition-like a film across a screen.
just a gossamer covering rising in the air.it did n´t get very high and was about fifty feet or less away.it held me transfixed! for from the air came voices singing! harmonies, i did not know this concept. but
that is what it was..mans voices and women´s voices sang..and here is a detail that i remember clearly. i listened to them and formulated distinctions and comparisons-(do u like young sheldon?!)between the men and women. I preferred the females. (was this blossoming sexuality?) but the longer i thought and listened and thought: they must be very beautiful!?the quieter became the male and stronger became the female..there were no words and it was more like a humming or a prolonged laaaaaaaa..(some comparison might be made with the scene in 2001 a space odyssey on the approach to saturn, is it..?can ´t remember,) . this sound was far more gentle and relaxing..i wonder if it was all in my mind because of the alacrity of their responses..i thought how beautiful the women must be and straight away their voices became dominant. how it ended i don´t recall. i just thought better be getting home and went away with many a wary glance over my shoulder i suppose...tbc..

lily takes a sip of water and turns the page-
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Michael John Oct 2024
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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 Feb 3
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what is of variance
more than a good dance
to express

the same but different
for each one
we worship romance

or wonder our existance!
like fire or fleeting as
a kiss..

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the plastic palm trees or the moon
makes no odds
i am blessed and naked

son of man-fred astaire
(one eye on the bouncers)
the precision of time

the dying swan
the celebration of the ****
that meant survival

the safe journey of it´s soul
back to it´s ancestors..
sun´s rise..
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Michael John Jun 2024
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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 Mar 2024
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i have nothing to say
on this monday morning
i may pray..
(dreamed have gone)

how do new age pagans
pray?
i don´t know-
we look out the window..
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Michael John May 28
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i spoke with some people
i once knew
it was good to do..

we did nt speak then
and had not much to say
but it was nice to hear them..

surprised we had survived..
there was some fear too
what the future will hold..
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Michael John Jul 16
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i did nt like mykonos
i knew the islands or some
and this was my least favourite

it was a police state with windmills
flamboyant gays
back in the eighties there was paradise

and superparadise beaches..
like living in a wind-tunnel
woken by police dogs and my bags

stolen-not like anyone cared for the
merchandise waste of time..
i liked crete..
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Michael John Jun 2024
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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 Jan 16
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jason,is on line sevwen
paper on the lip
what you say,jase..?
lily,you think youre the

cat´s miaow.. ****..
you ain´t nothing..
well,i think..
and don´t give it

that old double-negative
jive asss wise ***
cause i aint even listen..
look, i could spend an eternity

fighting (and one fight leads
to another)-we  destroy,preserve
or create-up to us-we get what
we give..

o middle of the road with
a bit of bob..on mine line nine
shared bread and wine
purple the very soul..

is christopher-hey chris-did
you know st christopher is no
longer patron saint of travellers
******..

you are through to lily-seer to
the stars..what is your pregunta..?
can i read a poem lily i wrote
it for you..

on you go, my simple kind of man
try  not to swear
we are live-
in theory..

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you make me happy
like a lemon tree
sometimes, the lombardy

your refferences
obscure
see

an answer
no longer a
question..

rootless and parched
you bring the rain
you can

i can
why not
can..
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Michael John Jun 2
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i am happy that you are not trying to cheat me
as i am not trying to cheat you
we can look each other in the eye..
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Michael John Jan 5
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i have a recurring dream
it is infuriating
i thought it had gone
but it returns..

it is best not to dwell
on and on
that only makes it
return..

there are worse things
in the subconscious
dissolution and murdering
someone..

like waking from a
drunk with blood on
one´s hands..
no mind..

ii

i knew a dentist
who did the same
i suppose he is out

by now..
losing your guitar is
small potatoes..
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Michael John Dec 2024
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at the supermarket they treat me
like a thief yet it is they who
steal from off of me..

(and for so little too)
they have cameras and two way mirrors
and private detectives and yet

they are the thieves..
not just the prices but in
other ways too prosaic to mention..

lily wonders and wonders when
the revolution comes and blood runs
in the gutter..will they remember..

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and if i complain they say
something but in their
eyes is hate..

it is 14 cents-yes-but i notice
you never give me too much-now,
i am an anarchist communist  trouble maker

they make millions
why be so petty
don´t understand..
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Michael John Jan 27
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hey lily-happy chinese new year!
the year of the serpent-did i ever
relate the time i was bitten
(by a snake)

several times-well i like to
rework old stuff-i thought i might
try a couplet..
(give me a break..)

ii

let me just gen up on
the definition of couplet
back soon..

same length-that ryhmes
or i might try a sonnet
something with pathos..
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Michael John May 2024
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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..

ii

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 Mar 2024
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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..

ii

i will have lived
i believe
just a fallen leaf-

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

iii

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

the present left
let´s see
tick-tock..!
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Michael John Aug 2024
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-hello happy?!?
-how did you out?!
well.i was incarcerated

but with a cunning combination
of howling(a la luna)
and moribund silence-

i was allowed back in the house..
then jeanie came across
with a bottle for strictly

and at approx 8-05
they ordered in..
lin arrived on his vespa

and while remuneration
and change began
i was away

nose in the air
heart of the plain
to the pickled gherkin..

ii

money takes precedence
not much is free
but beer and chips

there is love and history..
i watched you from afar
i see you near-

(ernie-ecce ****!)
hello,edna-
charmed,i´m sure...
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Michael John Jul 2024
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how did it go with the alien
lily,alright,they were looking
for something different-
intelligence,i said the moon

ironically but not really..
well could be worse-
they might keep us in tanks
pointing out lunch..

ii

i imagine we will expect mercy..
anything interesting
to say-i got this in it´s
entirety from love is a dog

from hell by charles bukowski-
it is called light brown
(innocuous enough you might think..)
light brown

light brown stare
that dumb blank marvelous
light brown stare

i´ll take care of it

you need n´t carry me
anymore
with your cleopatra
movie star
tricks

do you realize
if i were an adding machine
i might break down
tabulating
how many times you´ve used
that light brown stare?

not that you´re not the best
with your light brown stare

some day some crazy  *******
is going to ****** you

and you´ll cry out my name
you´ll finally know
what you should have known

so very long ago..

iii

england were playing switzeland..

iv

i wished how i could write
like that-the economy..
not a wasted word but kind
of complex

and fearfully menacing..
still,i would not write of ******
that is not a good idea-
we went to penalties..

v

i will put the chips
in the pan
and mayonnaise the bread

write this:
open a can of peas-
long time dead..
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Michael John Aug 2024
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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..

ii

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 2024
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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..

ii

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..

iii

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 Sep 2024
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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 Aug 2024
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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..

ii

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 Jan 25
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the futility of it all
says lily-futile-?
the devils,

grandier, as an ambitious
parson
the possesion of a holy order

he, burned and tortured..
(or everyday hysteria?)
in line at dia

ii

her point being
i think modern day
a hell that the inquisition

could only dream..
or no point to be
something..
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Michael John Sep 2024
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between a lion and a camel
i woke in the night
with the roar of the jungle
(i set off for italy but..)

they were my role model
(i mean small cage rights)
freedom can be hell
they said, alright-

you know the knell-
time´s a sweet blight
clowns and artists fell
from the earth height

to only a cheap sell-
the audiance tight
arrived one two well!
all together,right..
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Michael John May 2024
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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..

ii

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

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

iii

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..

iv

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

the russians
for me it´s
serendipity..

v

time goes hey
now your old
i have never

been on horse back
never mind
i don´t..
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Michael John Jan 30
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i should say from
the serpent´s way
it was unpreturbed
my hand hurt..

we forgot..
memory only a word
hastens the day
the blank page..
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Michael John May 2024
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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...?

ii

suggestion or coincidence
or just wishful thinking
confusion..

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

iii

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 Sep 2024
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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..

ii

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 2024
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a first line-
evasive as time sometime
or illusive-could be either
or both-that is the nature
of the word-could be anything
regarding time gets us no-where or
anywhere-tricky blighter..

ii

i had a badge or pin
as our american cousins
say-it read today i am 5
well,today i am 64 and none
the wiser..

iii

i did n´t have all my
teeth..
and we had jelly and i-
ce-cream-we played pass
the parcel and musical chairs
and in the garden swore eternal
love and friendship..
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Michael John Aug 2024
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an old flame?!
is that not-just
la juste mot..?

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

ii

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

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

iii

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

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

iv

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 Apr 2024
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i get bored with the clever
(not trevor)
but they whom look down

from no particular height
(i have an opinion
just like them)

i say light
they say dark
reactionary, lily..

ii

me?
not you-
money..

say money..
money..
now live without..
i
Michael John May 2024
i
i


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..

ii

here we have left space for
some of you poems, lily
something unknown
love you soon..
i
Michael John May 2024
i
i

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..)

ii

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..
i
Michael John Oct 2024
i
i

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

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

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

ii

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

i mention with interest
as  the psychedelic element
makes it´s laborious journey
into the medical  mainstream..
i
Michael John Apr 21
i
i am turning into crow
like a jackdaw
i will take your heart

something shining-
through one green eye i
you are mine..

you are my diamond-!
el diablo in desguise
you will recognise..
i
Michael John Jul 2024
i
i thought like a poem or
cartoon-lily-this is the basic plot
two characters-grumpy boots

and happy dog-one suffers
permanetly from dissastifaction
while the other-complaining

of what he has and what he
never had-(we see only his boots)
and his misanthrope -

while the other-his discontent
general and specific-while the other
his ranting endless-

while the other-***** in the street
usually diarrhea
and his smiling face-the end..
i
Michael John Jul 2024
i
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..

ii

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

moments in every life
look to intent
the reality hussle..
i
Michael John Jan 2
i
i

suddenly silence
fell with a crash
scales fell from the
eyes like fish..

lily thinks-what do you
think?an interesting
begining?
she refers to reality

of course..a horse
a horse..a horse..
war was just around
the corner..

ii

i read war and peace last
summer-is long here-
it concerns the napoleonic
wars-the invasion of white russia
by the french-quite an under-
taking-1200 pages..but something
soon becomes apparent that
no-one from the emperor down
to the lowly peon,has any idea
of what is happening..the chattering
classes and society-who should know
the tacticians and generals..the politicians,
the media..no-one knows..if the war has begun
where the enemy is..and so on..and when the opposing
armies actually locate each other,that is when
the misunderstanding really begins..and the confusion
is with tolstoy himself-he kills off one of five or six main
characters on the field of battle to resurect him-prince andrei,and bring him home safe to his family..

iii

one thing is sure
once begun war
is rather difficult
to stop..
i
Michael John Jun 26
i
i thought i might rent an
allotment if such socialist concepts
still exist..land..

we live and die on the land
god´s not making any more
so i´ll put my name down now..

lily,you see the original glastonbury
ticket was a pound now
it´s nearly 400..

and they can´t pay the artists..
hey,my heart is free
yours,till the cows come home..

c..
i
Michael John Nov 2024
i
i

i thought to
write this
and then that
but in the end
said ****..

in a whisper
caught in two
or three minds
any happier?
*******..
i
Michael John May 27
i
i like to be free, says lily
my self is mine own
completely and though others

are fine-the sun and moon
so-it is to me, is my first loyalty
o little sisters and brothers..
i
Michael John Jul 2024
i
i

what to say today
that has not been said
a million times before

i offer you the chalk..
you who are clever
and such beauty

like the spring flower
put forth-
your petals of

originality-prince of
harm!
let us hear yourn..

ii

i am a quick study-
i know before what
needs to be done

it rattles off my tongue
or i appraise silently
waiting..

don´t mention it
my son
to the manner born..
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