Patricia and Stefan Wilde

trailing in my wake
like unwanted creatures
searching for a home
they have sought me out
once more

and each time
arising more darkly reincarnated
seeking to tear to pieces
all I have fought to be

continually attacking
the phoenix of hope within
trying so hard to rise...

gushing,hastily ascending
gains full glittering height
greets heaven,then
like clenching fists,
thumps into the first basin.
from thence on as foam,briefly lingers
before falling again,slower,more raggedly
into lower receptacles.

how alike to human thoughts,this process
they,blandly arising,seeking the bright rewards
of agreed negotiations with wit,wisdom and common sense.
then, by la...

Slinkily invading the darkness.
she carries the theft of the moon
in her eyes.
stopping momentarily
becoming a figuration,
more black than the night she is in,who
looking up to my window,see,s me,
also thieving the moon with my eyes
albeit for the sake of my heart....

she does,nt
and never did fold.
she faces truth with truth.
I can easily believe
she never once let pain cross her face
despite many a battle raging inside.
always stood defending the ramparts of home was she
no doubt alone there many times.
thank heaven she and victory knew well of each other....

Ruddied illuminant
more iconic against
his better suited background
of Winter,
presently and intensely
pipping and prancing
stalking the Summer gardener,
looking for a vacant spade handle to pose on,or
a trusted hand,worm filled held out.

He is the pot bellied, tail flicking cheeky comic
red waistcoated, without a full song to sing
owing his greatness
to his taut, short burst, eye c...

the night
veils as usual.
yet its cloaking intrusion
cannot penetrate
where little clouds of neon
squat under each streetlight
like chinese lanterns.
allowing flittering insects
to enjoy their own synthetic suns...

as I stand in the everywhere
of your magnificence
arms outstretched,praising heaven
the world spins around me
clouds descend
and lay themselves beneath my feet.
soft blown are the petals filling the air
as angels smile down from gleaming houses
guilding moreso, the sunrays with beautiful idyllic refrains,
hallowed sounds,blessed orchestrations
drifting earthwards
to which my heart
and...

when I first touched upon your heart
little did I realise
I had found an oasis
of innocence.
a place of unconditional love,
bearing all I needed
to fill my soul with a living dream

Patricia Wilde....

rewind and delete
if he could,
the brawling and bawling
caveman noises
his history rang to.
the clatter of his stupid
stupified feet
staggering down one too many Loser Streets.
there is no more comfortable role
he can slip into.
no Mr.Fuckingperfect costume to wear.
no choclate box cottage of ecstatic happiness
to stand at the rose surrounded doorway of.
whenever he tries the other me...

blazings
from the summer sphere
spearing through tree,s
goldenly pooling the ground.
bringing more than is enough
to please grateful eyes.
but nothing
to those preferring to dwell
in the darkness
of ingratitude...

they besiege him mostly
because he can,t retaliate.
but god help the gutless wonders
if he could!

the helplessness inflicted upon him
by worthier enemies
now leaves him wide open
to a daily reign of abuse

albeit
nothing like the reign
he and his eighth army comrades
battled against in North Africa.

when these present day fuckheads
'allow' his mobility scooter to pass
th...

close exchange of sighs,
silenced,separated.
haunted by abandonment
intoxicated with sadness.
a song of the heart broken into
innumerable irreparable pieces of lamentation
a dirge indeed to a precious conspiracy
now returned
without the hope of redemption
to the most beautiful of dust.
_________________________________

Patricia Wilde...

had I been better camouflaged
and less noisier
then the Kestrel would have had no cause
to relocate his beauty
and ethereally stalk further down the valley

while in my slow stumbling pursuit to further my adorations
I wonder...
is he, the aerobatic artiste,the drummer of air
not actually hunting,but
taunting my clumsiness?...

such cruelty has scattered our days
and she is exiled.
the impenetrable dark door says no
and relegates me
to the now irrepairable home,broken and
stripped of all that was her,

where torture and I sit listening
to the bitter and indiscriminative wind,unopposed,
brandishing its mockery of your absence....

I attended
the air headed
Open University
of T.V. today
and came out with two degrees-
one, a Master in the Science of diminished responsibilities
the other,a doctorate in the detestation of football.
not to mention catching celebrity sickness
and an addiction to Futurama.
unfortunately, I missed the doom and gloom news lectures-
what a bummer!...

finding places
where white collar criminals
get white-washed is easy,
there are signs saying
'bankers and politicians are now and forever welcome here'

while debt and despair pours through the roofs of lesser mortals
the very nice man at number ten, sits at his desk
frantically writing.
the floor is strewn with crumpled papers bearing crumpled promises.

meanwhile the second ni...

another stepping back
from self condemnation,
or so he thinks.
every time he raises the bottle to his lips
each mouthful enhances the smile
and persuades him
to travel once more
the appian way of his mind,lined
with the crucifixions of his guilt.
convenient as it may be
little does he know or care
that it leads to the greatest capital of nowhere....

tilting and rolling.
like sea-going spiders
having long spun their sunken webs
the trawlers are about to haul in
their silvery prizes
from beneath the high folding sea

and in the salty dark air
rigging lights dance above the tumult
mirroring themselves on the face of the swell

with piratical bullishness
he bellows commands above the noisy cauldron of waves
and the heave-ho-ing...

he lives quite close

too close for comfort in fact,

and has determined that most people

are less than he,

most people it turns out that he has never even met!

sadly for him in his flailing and thrashing accusations

he too readily overlooks real worth

I and others have learned to accept his droning criticisms

as parts of everyday noises,like

road drills

or...

age,

epicentre of all denials.

the final momentum

of your destruction

infuses her and

depletes the sheltering power

of my arms.

caused by your ultimate inflictions

I shall be an eternal raging voice

in your enigmatic gloom...

after Christmas
there is always the dull
lingering aftermath of January,
albeit the beginning of the next countdown
to what the manufacturers
of fluffy,battery consuming
magically moulded plastic must haves
would come up with.
Mum had always softly advised me
never to expect too much.
so the thought of owning a rocking horse
was going to continue eluding me it seemed.

nevertheless,ot...

in Gods green room
someone coughed.
cough turned into a splutter.
splutter turned into a laugh
in which they all
were unable to do anything else
but join in....

I conceived you
over many many years.

without form
you slowly arose,beautifully unfolding

growing into
the guardian spirit of my heart

together we have arrived.

together
we are
Home.

(by Patricia Wilde)...

they told me
'he,s gone'
even in and despising
the cold light
of this day
I would have thought
his goodness alone
would have seen him through....

and deep am I struck!

for he is nothing less than

a blazing feathered tapestry.

a gaudy projectile, majestically shimmering

in full palette flashing flight.

iridescent diver, perched.

speedily contemplating his next plunge,

his next haul of silvery fayre.

then!

spear-shaping his miraculous plumage

and momentarily caught in an undulating mirror

a w...

dew glazed
moorlands high.

vagrant winds arising
flinging themselves against our faces.

we,battling for breath
knee deep in the blown dissarray of grasses

though others roam here
none could have a greater love of this wild temple.

on we strode with renewed expectancies
leaving silent grace to wholey reclaim the presence of beautiful
isolation in our wake.

(by Patricia Wilde)...

now of mind

through time aligned

to accept and respect

the parallel of death

its breath

carrying and emptying

our echoes into an infinite space

beyond the comprehension

of star and myth...

movements of others
are unknown
occasionally unsympathetic

some times
he has to,using his honed skills,
negotiate a way through unaware,unapologetic crowds
by 'sensing'
but has no need to apologise for his affliction.

more than a match
for eagles eyes,his hearing
has to supercede his loss

the unseeing eyes
forever open
cannot indicate happiness
it is behind them he smi...

eeriness abounds,

slumbers on the banks

in the slow dance

of shallowing mists.

weaving greyly through reed

and low bowed willow

ghostly billowing palls,shrouding phantoms

shape shifting on the water,s morbid face.

here I am afraid.

feeling the dark,gluttonously feeding on my fear

carrying my mind into the interior

of a living nightmare....

love flows from you
like a river of truth
cascading over and through me
pouring into and
soothing my tremulous heart
with purest deliverance.
Thirsting
my soul wantonly drowns
in the unambiguous reward
of you....

ploughing fingers

through unkempt hair

then two fingering a quiff

down to eye level.

the mirror has to agree with how I feel,not just how I look,and that is all American.leather and

sneering lip.thats me.bike boy.delivering thunder into one horse towns

Harley style.

a dick loving chick eyes me up outside the diner.she,s sorry she did an hour later .then forgo...

from a distance

accompanied by the loss

of control

unashamedly compelled,

I watch her undress in fragments of lamplight

silence,soft eddying breezes

fill the space of night

separating us.

privileged are my eyes

to behold such beauty

that I know will crown waiting slumber.

too soon

the vision of her

and lamplit haloes wane....

white

only white.

how long I have waited

for it to surround me

with its purity,cleanliness

to encapsulate all about and

of me

in a constant unblemished newness

to stay eternally

in the beginning of innocence

without end...

my old,
and I do mean-old- 'feller
thats how I saw him
scrawny as he was
had more of a will to work
than any bullish youth
in the same trench

waving enormous shovelfuls of clay
above his head
and over the side of the 'cut
the old guy hardly broke into a sweat

each day
the same shit clinging job
the same ten mile walk to the site
the same ten mile walk back home

his bu...

answering all of my prayers
she pours the religion
of herself
into all of my defences.
equips me
with the armour of her loves blessing.

her song is my sword
her heart, my shield

she is every barrier shining forever
in the face of all adversities.
should absence upon her
be imposed to last,
she will be here with me
in all that her love and lovingness has touched...

tells me
from the so called
places of knowledge visited
he has collected words
of self importance
that he needs
to help build pompous declarations
of himself.

he is unaware,or probably would,nt care to know

that I too have travelled
without moving
into places of people
like him
but not seeing anything
of worthiness

and unlike him
I have also travelled
into places of myself...

we vacate-
the warmth and I,
the cosy middle
between mattress and douvet
shivering into a crumpled heap of clothes
and unwelcomingly cold shoes.

after the obligatory bathroom visit
my stomach suggests
I fill the air with toasting, bacon frying and coffee aromas.

the used cutlery and dishes
give me the usual 'you won,t leave us till later-will you? look
and I submit to their inan...

A day
you saw
dark hearts
drown
in an endless ocean
of love....

our new romance

waiting in newborn

and gentle laughter.

later, and moreso

in a forged closeness.

came the brushing of your strong young hand

against my hair.

subtle caresses,

the heat of our bodies

even when apart.

the looking into each others eyes.

never really seeing eyes,

but a dream

offering itself

forever....

with hardly the time

to close our eyes

hoping the world will turn.

we only have time

to redeem what little,others cannot save

fatality awaits,we are star-marked for death

it waits but cannot tear down

the sorry song of our hearts.

a song the unpitying can never destroy.

we shall welcome you one day

with a gift of pity

as you enter o...

for you
I bought some things
I know you will love,

with my body.

a rattle
teddy
and doll.

in the morning
I will bring ribbons for your soft,soft hair

and more love.
the kind no man could ever buy.

(by Patricia Wilde)...

she is only what is left over

from time having pulled her

in all directions

it comes down to nothing other

than mockery

flesh fallen to strife

smouldering

in hopelessness

in her blank stare

eyes reflect nothing but neglection

and haunt the dulled past....

taken each time
by the thought and
trying so hard to mentally prepare
for the loss of you
I practice a tearful act on my knee,s
to the words of 'oh my God-shes gone!

the act however
will demand of me the deepest belief
in the truth of such a disaster,or
is sorrow to bring about the reality
of a much heavier burden,
outwitting so great an imagination?

and take from me
the str...

when disturbed

there is a sudden eruption

of wings

fragmentation of black and white

speedily elevating

like blast caught stringless kites

retreating upwards

settling on thermal assistances

or screamingly wheeling away

in a cacophony of cackling

beadily eyeing all below

for edible spillage

or unguarded fayre.

with distur...

we two now level eyed
our hearts finally synchronised
seeing the same picture.
his mellowing has freed me
gone are the old commands
he takes charge of nothing anymore-
we do....

dark grape clung

the coiled vines

trellised wonder from the ground

blessed by light by rain and earths alliance

perfections of sweetness round

shows once more the vintagers crop

a legacy secured by historys taste

little spheres of fruitful blood

conceived in Adams garden methinks...

descends the flowing warmth of orb

pleasuring complete all whims

there! see the lark wing-hem the air

of such golden august songs she sings

more high atop than highest mount

where the voice of man is none

the sky,a sea

clouds,vapourous ships

might angels sail upon

so begone awhile,enclosing night!

bring not too soon thy shade t...

gypsy Kathleen.

my Kathleen,

once.

my memory kept Kathleen

now.

thats the least my heart can do,

retain.

with such vigour

she almost lives

again.

with greater retention

does death keep her embosomed

does earth dutifully accept her decay,

my tears and buried words

to remember

love only sleeps awhile....

the transparent

occasionally returning

baffle me

with their language

of woooooooooooo,s

and waillllllings.

to show them

how unafraid I am

I dance in a macabre fashion

dressed in a bedsheet.

unfortunately

on one occasion

I got me foot stuck

in a pisspot.

how they howled

with ghoulish l...

belovedly impudent.

Robin-like.

your cheekily chattered story,

your beautiful excitement

centred every attention,

stilled time

sent the world away!

how preciously soft,memory

oft brushes the heart

and lovingly paints again

those infant tresses,

coils of bouncing gold

apple red cheeks glittering

in diamentes of r...