Patricia and Stefan Wilde

The thought of T.V.

holds no appeal

this evening,

so,for a change

I try to strike up

an unusual conversation w'it wife.

I ask

do you think Martians have ever walked down our street?

she answers-

Dunno love,I,ll ask Mrs Scroggins in the morning-

she knows everything!

Although my attempts at conversing

were inadvertantly derailed...

The past

of his love life

closes,like a book sadly read

which,when first opened

displayed such an indulgence

in loves aspects

the kind only to be found

in the hearts hallucinations

But his eyes read differently now

and he hears only silence

menacing more frighteningly

than his own trembling shadow

mocking him with whispers

of the b...

I don't exactly lie

in order to attract beautiful women

it is just that I forget to tell them the whole truth

for example, I told my latest conquest to be

I own a brand new Ferrari

(but forgot to say)

poster.

I know Tom Cruise,George Clooney,Bruce Willis

(but forgot to say)

are film stars.

I have loads of money

(but forgot to say)...

Sky and sea
two blues.
Each spinning
its own fabric of dreams
to fill the wanting heart
and closed eyes
and make this day feel
like the wearing
of a most beautiful garment...

I need to find guidance

to rearrange my life

not just reshuffle the old repetitions

but make my body and soul

do as I ask once and for all.

I have been for far too long now

like a river flowing away from the sea

I must speak words that give shape to my world

words that emit fragrances able to carry me

through time and space.

____________...

Could it be

that the World is changing?

or just that my unavoidable birthday

has added to its ruination....

..you asked,

is everything a waste of time?

I said not really

but I will say,

time is a waste of everything.

Then of something else

you ask

what are the spaces in between seconds?

I said they are neither one thing or the other

and neither one thing or the other is exactly what they are.

Continuing to pester

you ask

why do we ru...

If I love you

I,ll tell you.

If I hate you

I,ll tell you.

If you get on my nerves

I,ll tell you.

If you do anything that gets to me

I,ll tell you.

Now I,m thinking

what it is

I won,t tell you....

(William Blake-eat your 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&'D in dire need of fine chips'n'pies

what 'ot things care he to buy her?

(Dot)- grand...

I could hardly make him out

-in the early morning light,

ugly in his uselessness

but pitiful amongst the tide-line rubble.

His wings

which once graced the air

with careless freedom

now sprawled wildly.

As if he'd desperately refused

to acknowledge defeat,

his feathers windblown, as though trying to lift him

from death,s hold....

It was after

your final call

that the music

of unknown sorrow

gradually became

unendingly orchestrated

_________________

Patricia Wilde...

Now has come a silence

to claim the stilled air

as it floats sullenly,oilily

about the condemned machinery

enforced into uselessness.

No more the sounds

of metal battling against metal

no more the shouted chatter.

Clocked off for the last time,

the grimed band of the old breed

the old skills,the old contented happinesses.

The last li...

I had the usual fight

with myself today

and as usual

I won again

unfortunately...

Lady of Winter

pale.

As though born of the Moon,

descends

down the chilling paths of wind.

Her breath of ice

permeates beyond the window

of my Soul

coldly blurring

my hearts memory of Summer.

Subterraneously

the Spring awaiting greenery

surrenders to sleep

beneath the unrolling white cascade

While in sterile pallidi...

A thickening darkness enfolds

the derelict house

near claimed by the invisible cloaking of snowfall.

It is a place burdened with sorrow

deserving of its own emptiness.

What am I doing here,why did I return,

was this my home or my prison?

Even now it still reeks with the memories

of my trials and tribulations.

No-one dares to come here anymor...

From my days
as a self employed
removals man,
I often look back
to the time
Dad and I
attempted to fool my wife
into believing the following,
somewhat, exaggerated tale.

Father and I were carrying out
the usual task of a removal
when we were presented with an unforeseen problem.
Overnight the lonely aged householder
had taken ill and was confined to her bed
and was instructed in no...

Tidal.

coming to me

through me

carries me

to where I came in.

____________________

Patricia Wilde...

Aurora shimmers

like a kaleidosopic dream

high,clear and cold,

a taut ringing cold

that says there is nothing between me

and the infinite depth of space.

Looking upwards

send,s me dizzy

I am walking a precarious path.

Nothing is in my control.

The sky yawns like an abyss

there is nothing to stop me falling

except the transfixion of my...