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Parallel Echoes of Love
In the long small hours of dark Through the later time of darkness
I pause and gaze out at the stars As we lay entwined beneath the moon
Somehow the frosted ground The nightly scene now sacred
Sharpens the air and the starlight Welcomes the soft moonglow
Which lights my very soul: Entering both...
Tuesday 14th November 2017 1:35 pm
Twilight Reclusive
When the night doth come, weary follows distantly.
Toiling farther from the dawn with each passing sunset, offers not the distraction so sought out by its woeful captor.
With worried mind and worried soul and yearning for slumber. Not for rest, but for release.
Relentless is the repeat of ruminating reasoning. Soul wrenching speculation scews sensibility, until slowly and sluggishly sle...
Monday 13th November 2017 12:48 am
The vision
Saturday 19th August 2017 12:09 am
A Time When I Wasn't
A wistful vagueness presides over my aura
The night was clearer than ever
Now wasn’t the time,
Now I was headed to a service sublime
But do I regret these impressions viewed from my window?
Never
This ‘ere song from a vintage past
It crooned of simpler days,
It blasted my hopes into the freezing air
Carried me back to a time that wasn’t there
And I couldn’t help ...
Wednesday 9th August 2017 5:47 am
Normalcy Bereft
They rewrote songs on the sceneries of their dreams,
under the same roof, in the same room, but alone.
Living in each other’s isolations,
so tiring, boring, sensual, overwhelming, warm.
In thoughts, several severely intimate moments had passed;
their knotted minds kissed intermittently, not seldom.
He knew he was boundless, liberal, enraged, , jealous, dizzy,
he thought h...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:13 pm
Sex Overlooking The Sunset
It was surprising that after work, on Thursday,
she wanted to meet and share her bed with a man, again.
Maybe men, even, she thought, suddenly indecisive and guilty,
but for society, men, peers, their judgment, their pursed lips and nods of disapproval.
Now that she was almost home, her fireplace and Scotch seemed dearer, as usual;
the icy blanket of her acceptance of undesired celi...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:10 pm
A Poem for Every Night
Is there something wrong with me?
No forget it, don't answer.
I don't need the diagnosis,
There's no need to say it,
Not even a whisper...
As the moon rises, the sky darkens...
It can't be helped.
As the place grows dark and time passes,
In this quiet home,
I start to feel alone.
The sinking feeling starts...
It's only 9pm and I feel alone.
Who can I...
Tuesday 18th July 2017 2:36 am
On Scarborough Beach
This beach experience has nothing to do with Yorkshire, except its name! And yes, it does get that hot.
On Scarborough Beach
flash dry fades
in the turn of the world,
a shield of furnace flame
as callous sears
your flickering city
where dance of sea-glint,
fixed near
and cannily coast-wise
primates gather, cower,
crouch in ...
Monday 6th March 2017 9:07 am
no title
It's time for bed,
the walrus said;
and so it is as now.
It's time for bed,
and so my head
is ready for the bow.
But words still gait
upon the wilt
of never and the row.
And gone are they
that hope and pray
for ever and for thou.
It's time for bed
the moon has said;
yet ever in her tide,
the moon is dead
and night has fled,
and dawn is by her side.
So wilt the sky,
in blossom ...
Monday 6th February 2017 12:41 am
Midnight Blues
Each night I fall in love all over again
With this world, this life, the things around me.
The darkness is inviting, I find comfort in its depths.
Many fear what the night holds, but I spend each day looking forward to the night.
Finally alone, able to strip myself of this worldly mess.
I am myself in the evening,
I come alive in the night.
The sun reveals too much, too many ...
Tuesday 24th January 2017 4:02 am
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