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Jaunt

Jaunt with me baby

Title for a song he joked

But no, reality 

We are free to ride 

Free to glide

Free to smile in joy

Joy of being together 

In a car with no name

Quiet but fast

A car that knows them

That likes them

That joins them

Glide, swoosh, smile and let the music play

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Carridejauntloveescap

Saddlesore

It seems only yesterday we were fine

How I yearned for the feel of your mouth

Your every touch would set me on fire

Whether north west east or south

 

The sight of smoke on the horizon

Haunts me now when I look back

For it was over yonder hill we flourished

Before my thoughts turned so black

 

That  dark column taunts my tortured eyes

Acrid embers still fly off in ...

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Ride Twice

As a child, racing past the height post
eager to ride the roller coaster
there were those who'd jostle in the queue
to sit at the very front
with an uninterrupted view of what was coming
no obstruction to the beauty
of the madness
afforded by that ride
to see it all and see it first
filling up their eyes

And there were those of us who’d choose the back seats
secretly knowing that was ...

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liferidebackseatlms

Laugh to Live.

 

Happiness, in hands for you.

If you decided, not to be sad.

As a cup of water, to drink.

To clean your thoughts, to be glad.

 

Sadness, does not need to broach.

It always knocks, worried heart.

But Happiness, with a golden coach.

Asks, to ride happiness cart.

 

The Brain is yours, “to make use”.

Positively, think of your own.

Feel your value, never abuse.

...

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Trip

they promised us "no rain" but

here we are

at the aptly named Water Lane

where the trees, be-whiskered of finger,

stroke their leaf free, would be, chins

bemused by roots once dry and thin now

fat and drunk

 

so let’s begin

 

we passed a fox

we passed a hound

but then a somewhat grisly mound

mechanically rendered

and from that point south ...

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