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eyelids and earlids
eyelids and earlids
beauty from color
shapes
scenery
glimmer from a lake
all lost with eyelids closed
birds songs in the forest,
symphony of city car horns
beeping to a crescendo
cooing of a morning dove
breathing of a lover
all lost with ear lids shut
is one better
to lose than the other
one would have to ask Helen Kel...
Saturday 23rd October 2021 4:11 pm
First Light
thorn rose in quicksand
a pale siren lost at sea
gurgling a hymn, that's
what she means to me
she's saying little of late
quieter now than of yore
time's calmed her down
once I called her a whore
came home at all hours
partied till she dropped
spent money like water
manic how she shopped
once a nymphomaniac
in bed she wore me out
I was not t...
Wednesday 12th May 2021 10:42 am
the sound of the sun
the sound of the sun
lying in bed
he hears the sun rise
forest full of trees
trees full of birds
birds full of song
he rises, feels for his cane
shuffles his way outside
to the warmth of the sun
and orchestra of birds
turns towards the rays
that he cannot see
opens his ear lids and
smiles at the morning
Monday 28th September 2020 10:14 pm
Crescendo
The BBC orchestra was in full flow
Sibelius symphony number two
We were third row in the balcony
Up there you get a better view
Suddenly she sat bolt upright
Whispering to me with a sigh
How her neighbour's right hand
Had just been stroking her thigh
I turned to glare at the aged culprit
It was then we decided to swap places
Now the ensemble was playing Brah...
Saturday 8th August 2020 11:19 am
Fallacy
Fallacy
An eloquent visage placed upon a pedestal of mosaic stones,
Creamy white snow shimmering,
Glistening freshly cut phernomes sit eloquently upon your chest.
"They will die!," you say.
"They will die!," you say.
Erogenous plains outline your temporal landscapes,
An infinite glaze of still-life sunflowers,
Procreating infants breadth,
Hypnotizing Adriatic oils,
...Wednesday 17th December 2014 6:44 pm
Too Dead for Dreaming
I look at you
You don’t look back
You can’t hear what I’m saying
Blinkered, you start to backtrack
Into your world of playthings
I wish you’d join me
You never know what you might see.
A thousand fountains – a million forms of ecstasy
A trillion ways to make your brain cells dance
But you won’t even try, your pupils are too blind
I’ll speak to
...Friday 30th August 2013 1:46 pm
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