About Last Night

(a clutch of Haiku)

I saw a flower 
Break beneath a waxing moon 
It was her first time 


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I misunderstood 
And find I should have cared more 
I breakfast alone 


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The sheets do belong 
To the one who deserves them 
She recalls my name 


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In a certain light 
I am considered handsome 
We make love at night

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Through a web of joy 
We dance the tarantella 
two crazy lovers 

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No

In a bed

Or a car.

On a plane

Or a train.

In the long grass

Or a barren beach.

Against a wall

Or a kitchen table.

As long as it isn’t

Against a will.

Red

The roof of my house is red.
The blood that gives me life, is red.
My favourite t-shirt is faded – red.
When I close my eyes, I see red.
The past is rusty, and red.
The fire that keeps me warm, is red
She is my life –
She is red.

The Art of War

So many times I try to divide,

My mind from my heart

In matters pertaining to war.

 

We need no bullets,

Or hatchets buried deep

To slice each other’s soul –

 

A loosely spoken word,

As poison as a dart

That’s touched a crimson frog.

 

A look as cold as space.

A heart as unyielding as gravity.

These weapons often star.

 

It rends my aching spirit

Creates in me a destructive  mind,

‘Cos deep inside I know.

 

Without you I’m only half,

And you can surely see –

You’ll never have to bleed for me.

…………………………………………..

 

• If your enemy is secure at all points, be prepared for him.
• If he is in superior strength, evade him.
• If your opponent is temperamental, seek to irritate him.
• Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant.
• If he is taking his ease, give him no rest.
• If his forces are united, separate them.
• If sovereign and subject are in accord, put division between them.
• Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected .”

 

Sun Tzu, The Art of War

Winter Moon

 

We’d been dancing around each other for months.

Like a couple of lost planets

trying to recover some semblance of orbit;

neither of us wanting to push this friendship further

for fear of losing what we already had –

On the other hand,

both wanting the situation between us to be more.

We kept kidding ourselves that we were happy.

We didn’t need anybody in our lives again.

I knew that this winter fair was going to be another typical

country pain in the arse.

I’d have to be polite and say Audrey’s cakes were amazing.

Shirley from the dairy across the valley would be there too –

I knew she was keen, but for me, she just didn’t shine.

Maybe it was Smithy’s home brew,

maybe it was the winter moon,

reflected in your smiling eyes,

but as I stood in front of you

on that bare earth dance floor,

I figured it was worth asking.

An Almost True Story

I met a man today

He had no right ear.

I had to ask –

Can you still hear?

 

He smiled and said;

I took the ear myself

And gave it to my lover –

He left me that day.

 

I thought I was to die

From loss of blood

And loss of love.

Then my lord spoke –

 

Maybe you loved

Just a little too hard –

Maybe your passion was hiding

Your deepest fear?

 

Love both you and me –

Together we will be happy…

I’ve been happy since,

He said with a wave.

 

From the window

Of his tired old car

He smiled –

He’s all I need to hear.

Hope

 

As promising as a waving hand.

As possible as a forgiving look.

As suggestive of a half smile.

As rewarding as a backward glance.

These subtle gestures,

Sometimes misread –

Give hope then steal the soul.

Adam & Eve

Take the apple she said –

No strings attached.

I snatched the offer

Without a second thought –

Now that apple’s a carrot,

Dangling on a string.

I thought I was strong,

I thought I had free will,

But now I want that Apple,

All the time –

And I am willing to pay.

Umbrella

 

You ask should we walk

on such a dismal morning?

When for me, the weather is merely cream

on an already delightful idea.

Even with the rain;

Does not the light still reflect in your eyes?

Do not the buildings still stand erect?

Glorified by our observations

as water cascades from vigilant gargoyles?

Will not the crepe

Proffered by the early morning vendor

be just as sweet, as one consumed

when rain declined to hiss upon this pavement?

Will not your lips be just as tender

even when dampened

with a light Parisian mist?…

For me your company remains,

undiminished by these sideshow acts of nature

Vegetarian Pizza (Love Poem for Lyne)

She is the perfect slice of vegetarian pizza…
No; she is more –
She is the whole damn pizza.
Sensuous crust with exotic topping.

She is packaged with style
And a warmth that promises.
She wraps me with anticipation
And reveals with panache.

She is the full eight slices
No holds barred, double olives
With extra cheese
And a couple of sweet anchovies.

She is the garlic that carries my mood,
The olive oil that blesses my soul.
Her tomatoes are my sunshine
And her basil buoys my spirit.

She is the zing in my Zinfandel.
She keeps my glass half full.
She is the flavour in our conversation,
And my topping of choice.
She is my raison d’etre.z