We held each other’s hand
And you kissed me on my lips
Once upon a time
Dolphins find a mate for life
And they make love, just for fun
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A poem lovely as my tree
It’s shape
It’s shade
It’s beauty
For me alone.
No picture captured by my phone.
For only In my memory
Can this vision be preserved.
(a clutch of Haiku)
I saw a flower Break beneath a waxing moon It was her first time * I misunderstood And find I should have cared more I breakfast alone * The sheets do belong To the one who deserves them She recalls my name * In a certain light I am considered handsome We make love at night * Through a web of joy We dance the tarantella two crazy lovers
Harsh realities crash in
And like bitter memories do
They change us
Maybe even remove
Any sense of sensibility
And we find ourselves
In empty shopping malls
Searching for toilet paper
And pasta that isn’t wholegrain.
Panicked and broken
We return to our homes
Switch on the radio or tv
And listen to the latest news –
How many have succumbed
How many new cases
When will toilet paper
Be back on the shelves.
Maybe some of us
Reread Tolkien’s
Lord of the Rings
Or all of our Harry Potter novels
While we snack on chocolate
Left over from Christmas
And drink tea
Flavoured with honey
And play board games
And wonder if things
Will ever be the same.
Across a Surreal landscape
White defeats the green
Black naked branches
Reach towards low slung clouds
As snow flurries lash
Exposed skin on cheerful faces
We shelter in each other’s warmth
And conversations of sunshine
Promoted by
Wine, good gin and pizza.
With the suns arrival
and the departure of the night
My body stirs…
It needs stuff.
Tea, strong and white,
Toast - blonde
Eggs, over easy
Painkillers by two
Happy pill by one
Stomach - there’s one for you too
Eyes - cleared
Skin - moisturised
A walk - Knee strapped
Cane - in hand
Sunglasses - prescription grade, on
Dog - ready
Let's do this day.
Peggy-Sue got married. Not last year, because we were dating then. It wasn’t this Spring either, we were still together, even then. So here is Summer and I’m at the beach, trying to put sunscreen on my back. Peggy-Sue got married yesterday.
moments remembered
summer burns along my spine
‘til death, do us part
I sometimes look at the ocean and wonder
Do fish look up at the sky and wonder?
I took a picture of the moon rising.
The moonbeams pierced the clouds
And shone brightly on the surface
Of an otherwise black sea.
Did the sea creatures below see the beauty?
These thought occur regularly.
They sneak out of dark corners
Way back in my mind.
It makes me wonder what else goes on…
Back there.
My subconscious scares me a little,
Am I controlling it?
My life experiences
Held in a big subconscious bowl.
Allowed to stew and blend,
Then pushed forward –
Unfiltered, unprocessed…unspoiled?
I mean, I’ve sometimes had the thought –
How can somebody do wrong
To another person –
Yell, hit, ignore, vilify or worse.
And then the thought comes –
How did it feel for the perpetrator?
Do I really want to know?
I don’t, and if I don’t
Why does my subconscious?
Idle curiosity…
I choose to think so.
I look into my dog’s eyes –
I love you they say.
Or is that what I want them to say.
When is dinner?
That’s probably what she’s thinking.
Maybe that look’s just curiosity?
And if curiosity killed the cat –
I am in a lot of trouble.
Some of this
Less of that
Fear of few
Love of lots
Plenty to give
Thankful to receive
Words that build
Ears that listen
Hearts that sing
Those who laugh
Hands that help
Spirits that soar
Colours that matter
Differences that don’t
Friendship to warm
Music to soothe
Places to see
Those I’ve seen
Paths that meander
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