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Avoidance of Scotch mist

I take a stand against bullshit and bullshitters

of and of those

who pretend for whatever empty headed  reasons of their own

to see what is neither here,there

or for that matter,any fucking where

vis-a-vis the unknown

inclusive of all invisibilities

things with the same credibility as sweet fuck-all

 

Me?

I'm blood,bone and fleshed passenger

here and now,in thi...

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Mrs.Blahblah

Our neighbour

has talkingtons disease

even in the Arctic

her lips would'nt freeze

she goes on and on

on a loop back to square one

I can'n even get the words in

oh can you not stop! Mrs...please!?

I swear her sentences are glued together

does she come up for air-no! never!

her conveyor belt tongue

keeps rolling all day and night long

and probably will-forever!...

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message for the EVIL

Oh you pathetic cowardly fools!!

thinking you could end

the eternal legend

of a hero!

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No longer on the ball

Late years

are physically displeasing

gone are the days

of all's bodily fine

memories of youth

come a-teasing

to laugh at the old ones

who cringe,whinge and whine

so I sit here and sulk

contemplating my bulk

and dunk my sorrows in drink

under miserable breath

whisper I'm in love with you death

tip me the nod and a wink.

But his response is a no

so onwar...

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Flawless blush

Roses to be

seething

to explore

and culminate

in pinnacles

of scarlet profusions.

Desiring

to taste

the dewy dawn

of first day.

Thornily

clasping

interlacing lattices

slenderly

sinuously

meandering

seeking fullness

of honey toned light.

Needing

by the guidance

of heart shaped hands

to conspire

with secrets

of the sun.

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Respite

Here awhile

in a dark

mirror-less room

not wanting light

to remind me

of something

I'd rather not

too often see

my reflection's inability

to defer my eyes

from finding

that time

has'nt been kindly

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©  Patricia Wilde 2014

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Hypocrite

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"You are insincere"

she said.

She,

who would have been happy,

had I broken my vows. 

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© Stef Wilde 2014

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Dads farm girl

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Slight in stature.

Flows faster than wind.

A two-tone projectile

speedily diminishing

any distance,

 

Works the fields

with almost

human conscientiousness.

 

To her

the heights

of any wall

or fence

are insignificant.

 

You will never see

tiredness

or unwillingness

in her eyes.

Only the enjoyment

of devotion and duty

and a keen re...

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Transaction

My love

of your love

you have.

My love

of your life

you have.

Your lifes

love

I shall have

for all

of my life.

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© Stef Wilde 2014 

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Gottle'o'geer

In my days

as a vicar

I used to feel

the 'need'

to drop in

but not on-

as yet-

a lovely young

and lonely

parishioner

 

who

amazingly

had acquired

the skill

of being able

to make

her pussy

talk!

 

As the lips

surrounded by

long whiskers

moved

I really believed

it was saying-

more tea Vicar?

and-

have you read

...

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Forth Bridge

Theres always

so much

that needs doing.

 

When its all done

 

theres always

so much

that needs doing.

 

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© Patricia Wilde 2014

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Godly questionnaire

When

the war

with lifes

secrets

is over

will there be

sanctuaries

to enter?

Where vanquished

are

the old masks

facades

outrages of time

wasted labourings

feverish deliriums.

 

Will they

be places

of victory

over assumed

oblivion?

 

Where

even as dust

and shadowless

we are uncoupled

from earthly plains

our souls

...

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Black Cat

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Slinking through

night darkened grass

Panther-like.

 

The unavoidable

theft

of Moonlight

in her eyes.

 

Stops momentarily

aware of my presence

at the window.

 

I

statuesque

not wanting

my eyes

to avoid

the stealing

of Moonlight.

 

Such thievery

is for the sake

of the darkness

in my soul.

 

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Voyager

Rising

from the wombs

sweet pillow

she sails

yearning to hear

earths wild

deepest

silken notes

rippling

with loving sighs.

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Child of light

in a waking dream

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Opening

so many

unforeseen ways

to stars

to hearts

to laughter.

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Ever...

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Bric-a-Bra(tti)c

A cardboard boxes

bin bags 'monster'

gathering cobwebs above

a mountainous obsession

with too many items  I love.

 

Including

a dusty railed regiment of shirts

waiting for my salute

a stringless guitar,a flute without toot.

 

Powder puff smelling handbags

for a shoulder they yearn

old Dansette record player

on which records won't turn.

 

One lens...

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Dead whore walking

A worn face

dilapidated by addictions

peers out

from the confines

of a piss pooled

shop doorway.

 

She croaks

an offer to me

at a price I can

but won't afford.

 

In this cemetery

of hours,she-

looking more ghostly

than a ghost

stares at

and through me

into a distance

where no doubt

her dreams

have gone

to die.

 

Am I desper...

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The Byker

(William Blake-eatcha heart out!)

 

Byker Byker Ernie Wright

'n' Doris the florist

in fast wheel spin flight

what mere mortal hand held police device

can tame their excessive cubic capacity?

 

In the distance,cheap 'chinky' espies

'Ern 'n' D' in dire need of fine chips'n'pies.

What 'ot things care he to buy her

Dot....grand fayre please from chinese fryer

 

...

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Croupier of my fate

In this game

of time

you

have dealt me

two cards.

 

I have no need

to turn them over

because

my love

knows they

are both aces

 

one

the heart of you

I will cherish

for life

 

the other

the diamond

of your soul

I will worship

for all eternity.

 

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© Patricia Wilde 2014

 

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Water music

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Unfolding

ceaslessness.

 

Thunderous orchestrations.

Whispering adagios.

 

Blue

Liquid compositions

 

played upon

golden grained

keyboards.

 

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© Patricia Wilde 2014  

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Midnight in Shouldbepulleddown Street

Street lamps

meekly glow

in the dying hours

of this night

as it tumbles past

damp dominated

slummish terraces

and down pungently

piss reeking

alley ways.

 

A lonely

beer pleased staggerer

half whispering

half mouthing

wonderous promises

to no one

but his inebriated self

goes on his way

undisturbed by

yowling hissing cats

defending th...

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Prophecy

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Forthcoming advanced inhabitant.

Built to ultimate of perfection.

Destined to exist far beyond the Suns demise.

Impenetrable to emotion.

Killer of deaths authenticity.

 

When all mortality

is finally exiled forever to invisiblity

and returned to being just another failed experiment

in the mind of the enigmatic creator

from which it came

 

then so wondrous

...

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Incomprehensible conversation with bush mush

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He machine guns his speech

through a facial cluster

at almost eye level growth.

 

I can't speak for him

unfortunately

but I am getting pissed off

having to say

pardon?

what?

excuse me?

 

I look for the opening

where his mouth should be.

If there is a row of teeth

that have come out of hiding

between what must be

the uplifted corners of his lips

...

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Toying with Sylvia

for you

I'm going to make a sugary present of myself

using the brightest voice you have ever heard

stolen,from an angel.

 

It will lead you through a wonderful dream.

 

It won't be the one you have felt your way through in the past

set in cold braille and aspics of silence.

It will be constructed with triumphal music

mortar'd together with honey,spice and all thing...

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illusional babe

Certain piece

of beautiful dreamy music

transmutes into visions.

 

Bringing you before me.

Puts a crown of flowers

around your head.

Gently breezes

the ebony flow of your hair.

Closes your eyes.

Makes you ever so slowly circle your waist.

Outstretches your clasped hands

above your head.

Dresses you in nothing

but a whisper of a silky veiled gown.

Inst...

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In the corridors of after light

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Fiery day is banked down

subsiding into

the smouldering core

of sunset

 

and you O handsome bird

soon to be caressed

by the unreeling of

luminary tendrils.

Infiltrating,enhancing

the fluency of nightfall.

 

Near motionless

ornamental monarchic sentry

surveying a realm

of moon powdered fields

with clockwork fashioned turns

of the head.

 

G...

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Followed by Mr Dark

Struggling up this hillside

challenges my age

yet poses no problem

for my shadow

 

he can manage it

lying down!

no aching joints

or defiant lungs

in his fleshless

boneless form!

 

There again

HE would find it easy-

that voiceless negative of me

since it is I

who is obliged

to pull him along.

 

Despite the fact

that at present 

he w...

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9teen6ties pussy hunter

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Remembering

those 'O!'times.

 

My collection

of one-night stands.

Crowd pulling neon signs

above not enough cellar clubs.

Big suits

with bigger men squeezed inside them

allowing or disallowing entry.

Magnetic bluesy

leather,marijuana,sweat smelling

subterranean pleasure caves.

The drinkings of nearly my own body weight

in alcohol every Saturday night.

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Reshaped

He makes my love

all that it is

from all

that it was'nt.

 

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Patricia Wilde

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In echoes of Nanoo!

No good news is bad news

no bad news is good news

but no news at all

would have been preferable

than having to hear

that Robin Williams is dead.

 

R.I.P funny guy.

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An attempt to Devil dodge

There is no remedy for death

so dont look for it.

 

Apparently

only obscure oblivion

biding its time

behind a blinding light

is waiting

to consume every part

of everybody

-or so I am lead to believe.

 

The best thing

you

can do

is keep white washing

your shady sins

or 

pray that God

is colour blind.

 

Alternatively

as a last re...

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Looking for the impossible

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And still I go

round and round

 

trying to find her

in our old favourite places

 

fooling myself

she will be there.

 

I experience

an air of expectancy

at each location

 

as though

her arrival

is due at any moment.

 

I am in the centre

of this carousel

 

wanting it

to stop spinning

faster and faster

 

but my sad despera...

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In passing

Here

and lingering.

 

Being as flowers

colouring only

the roads to oblivion

never to meet again

along the ways through this world.

 

How diminished

how miniscule

we heightened presences

from earth born seed

become.

 

Having savoured

so few sacrements

of the sun.

 

There is a wilting

a dwindling down

of all mortality

 

endin...

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No forked tongue for me!

Occasionally

my mind

can be so troublesome

 

but my smile

thwarts its attempts

to outwardly show

its annoying victories

 

inside this cranial kingdom

of mish-mashed thoughts

are the wriggling snakes

of clumsy,blurting words

squirming to get out

and fuck my conversations up

if they can

 

so before they get the chance

to coil themselves

aro...

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Bag Lady

With the death

of hope

in her eyes

the unlistened to

filthy ragged shuffler

behind a rusting shop trolley.

 

Woman in herself

but absent now

the grace she once carried.

A resemblance of suffering made flesh.

A disowned refugee

ousted from society.

 

Wast bin searching

fingerless gloves

rooting through 

putrid leftovers.

Last nights scraps

...

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In the mirror's of eyes

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When pain

attempts

to invade

we take

to resting

listening

to each others thoughts

soothing the shadows

masking our faces.

 

 

We are who 

we took each other

to be

and continue

desiring that recognition.

 

Drawn together

in the passage of time

our belonging

anywhere else

could not

have held

more importance.

 

We seek

...

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Mamma Elliot's menagerie mansion little minder's

Eva put the sheep to sleep in the hallway

Sonny instructed the s-s-s-nake-s-s to s-s-slither ups-s-stair-s-s-s

they both stopped the parrots from watching cage fighting on telly

then to the attic they herded the bears

 

Donkeys were coralled in the basement

in the parlour with the hippos Eva began having a chat

Sonny made space in the pantry along a spare gantry

for two do...

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Sips of self redemption

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Another climbing down

from the cross

another of the twelve stations

made to disappear

or so he thinks.

While his guilt waits patiently

tapping its fingers

he takes another mouthful from the bottle

simply delaying

an inevitable and final journey

to where his personal Calvary

is waiting.

 

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prim'n'proper

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The petite

neat and tidy

little lady

 

always includes

clean words

in all of her conversations

such as-

nice

pretty

tasteful

 

all spoken

with a courteous

gleaming smile

through shining teeth.

 

Dressed to coordinate

with the furnishings

she will always be

the palatially proud queen

of her stately

home-cum-down sized

buckingha...

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And still we charge (into the past)

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(For the boys who thought they were men)

 

Upon the order they thunder yet again

those warring hooves and feet churning once happy golden fields

to sow another crop that only sadness yields.

 

Why do we new fodder,we new harvesters of doom

continue tempering our minds so glad to go

to think of and spill our blood so freely

that helps only fields of crosses grow?

 

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Upon leaving the scrapyard

Now relegated

to public transport passenger.

My dusted off

pensioners pass in hand

off I go mumbling

every step of the way

to the bus stop.

 

Driver doesnt know

that I dont know

the procedure

as he finally points

to a machine.

 

Without actual mouthed instructions

I have'nt got a clue what the pointing means.

He relents.

'Put it there Pop'

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The greed of King Cotton

Dormant mill.

 

Its chimney

black

dominant

feature

shrouded

in misting dregs

of daylight.

 

The water wheel

webbed

gripped

by the tangle

of wild greenery.

 

Imagination

can see behind

dust powdered

windows

the incarcerated

spectres

 

still chained

as in life

to their

poverty stricken past

 

doomed

by

the...

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A taste of Big Brother to come?

From one of the

cage houses

on the periphery

of Superior City

you will be brought

twice weekly

to do your duty.

 

Remotely controlled

by the implant

you will have no need

for an escort.

 

Before leaving

you will dress

the same

as everyone else

and cannot speak to anyone

in your own voice.

 

The road to

the Inner Chambers

are sha...

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Post diagnosis

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No longer

will he drag

his doomed spirit

deeper

into the mire

 

not when

sparks of hope

have flared

only to become ashes.

 

On the big dipper

of time

loom

the carcinogenic

buffers of life.

 

He thinks

he can derail

cancers total conquest

 

by asserting

his suicidal

hard star

on the infinte plains

of finality

 

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Having a place prepared

Looking at her

makes him smile

because she doesnt know

the sins he has committed

and thinks he will get away with

 

Sins so dark

he knows

that it is not only

she who would

never forgive them

but also

Satan himself

who would not.

 

And he is unaware

that  a someone else

has been looking at him

and not smiling

while he

committed those ...

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Hippy recollections

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Undisguised wildness

once lived in everything about me.

Constantly bedraggled was my appearance

 

life was a cakewalk

very easy hazy,lazy

 

I could take or leave myself

in any state,anywhere,anytime.

 

illogical sunbursts

were the order of most days

and could be called on

at the drop of an inducing sugar cube.

 

It was indeed

and so so naively t...

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Me'n'Him

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I had a fight

with myself today.

Unforunately

I won.

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Hot fuckers in the rye

We left our virginity behind

in the wheatfield.

 

Leaving so enraptured

hardly noticing

the Sun having been exchanged

for the Moon.

 

A beautiful first encounter

that we took home and

closed it in with

more ensuing phases of

 

fucking

fucking

fucking

fucking

 

the Sun

back to where

it had been

 

its heavenly warmth

making...

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In praise of an open window

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On my window sill,you

lost lepidopteran

glistening with radiance

jewelled in the fading sunlight.

 

I think lost

or did you come in purposely

for my benefit?

I shall assume the latter

and savour your company a little

 

then with silent thanks

take you back outside

 

where from my open palm

you set off flying high

up against and outclassing

the...

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integrations

Moonlight pathing

across this glass smooth ocean

travelling at calming speed

into the very depths

of my soul.

 

Kissed

embraced

by innumerable

sighing

and whispering ebbs

 

the shoreline

and I

have become one.

 

One grateful lover.

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Passing through Augusts country

Of greeness to goldeness.

hardily reaped.

Shimmering days.

Sun flashed streams.

Gull crowded combine harvesters.

Guilded horizons.

Summers smoulderings lazing in farmyards.

 

 

Times of joyousness.

Times of blooming.

Times of growing.

Times of my adorations going

away with time.

 

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Patricia Wil...

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