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Gothic Nocturne


The poem stands accused.
'Threshold', 'omen' and all the rest.
The humble scribe explains.
The poem raises these phantoms
to drop them from a great height. Cursed words 
from the province of impish boys and girls
where superstitious souls conjour 
untenable worlds.
The part-time scribe will make it plain.
This amateur scribe works in the warehouse.
Here endless shelves hold the worl...

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Winter Tree


Take upon yourself the look of spring!
Don colours- vivid!- like to define life!
All the world will love you, that you must know!
Standing as death, brittle enough to break!
Take upon yourself the look of spring!

It is the trodden beetle who knows death
megalithic stones, millenia erect, do not.
I stand midway and though already lightening-struck
this is my springtime. I will medita...

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Embarassment Of Riches


I crashed in half way through the tune and stood transfixed
The tail end of a poem flowing fast into the mist
when all the apples in yon orchard belong to me
I'll hear again the music and gain the words completely

one so poor must offer up this unfinished design
must return to the forge and the mill and the mine
if all the apples in yon orchard belonged to me
ruby ladybirds and all t...

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A Row Of Beans


The arch poet tends to his row of beans
as once he broadcast words across the land.
He sighs for these stems of rogue angle
for as he outgrows limelight well deserved 
his arguments pale, but not love, for love
the arch poet tends to his row of beans.

For love the arch poet made the verses
to challenge the spirit of any age
who in adversity is found unfair.
He created a space for p...

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TributeW.B. Yeats

Rehabilitation Of The Lemming


Picture a lemming approaching a mirror.
In a vastly expanded second the lemming
regards the value of all lemmings,
their significance, regardless of situation.

Now, the lemming is industrious and swift moving,
when meeting another lemming head on
on one of their well worn narrow tracks
the lemming remains calm and sensible.

The lemming takes half a step to one side
the lemmin...

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I Hear The Frog


"For all my didactic croaks
I have never persuaded anyone
to become a frog."
I hear the robin
"For all my exemplary tweets
I have never persuaded anyone
to become a robin."
About my solitary walk
also the butterfly, the mouse
the ant and the squirrel.
Much improved
I reach a small church
spilling out it's congregation.
Obliged to offer "Good morning"
many 'Good morning's respond

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The Weather-Vane

Peppering the rural landscape
like worn gargoyles on churches
like found horseshoes nailed to the nearest plank
how many of these weather-vanes actually work?
This one, set in it's ways
gives evidence for the unmoved.
The blacksmith fell deeply in love
with the ornamental, the old peculiar
village ways and impenetrable mysteries.
The blacksmith's ingenuity spun
from the earliest forge.

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The Importance Of Being Decent


Infinite varieties of phenomena
populate the deepest possible lake
under the thinnest possible ice.

I skate above in the prevailing fashion
working hard to stay ahead
of question and disaster.

This morning and a new work colleague.
A new member of the gang, buddy.
"... and so I voted conservative." He said.

He might just as well have said
I'm a paedophile, [racist comment cens...

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Burn The Lot


It's in the air, there's a bonfire nearby
the man who knows how to keep his wife happy
will bring the washing in
for a stone's throw around
animals that can move will move
but incriminating evidence takes longest to burn
and animals must live on their nerves
I know from experience
having cleared a jungle for an envisioned garden
painstakingly hand-copied musical notation 
combusts q...

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Louder Than Words


Jacqui didn't do the job
I say job because she took the pay
why Jacqui didn't do the job
Jacqui couldn't say

They asked her in a courtroom
there were gasps of shocked dismay
should we trust your colleagues any better
dumb jacqui couldn't say

She wields the comp'ny umbrella
but rain drops will find a way
the verdict of the jury is in...
busy Jacqui couldn't stay

Is it howling...

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Tomorrow Was The Day


Tomorrow I will risk again a dusty track
not looking for a perfect leaf  
find by chance one inspiring
turn there and then for home
press within a book of poems
the ideal gift and there it will lie
utterly forgotten.
Years, a lifetime, later
not looking for an answer
you'll find by chance the preserved leaf
It's magic will manifest in your tears of joy
it's power is to bolster your...

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Spare The Great Archemides


I am to understand I swim in a sea of time
although this teaspoonful
is all I have at hand.
So thought Einstein
and the thought brought to mind
his old hero Archemides of Syracuse.
"My dear Archemides, a dumb soldier
put you to the sword 
despite the invading commander's order-
spare the great Archemides.
I am old enough to realize I am close to the edge
the edge that halted your b...

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Wasteland Made Good

Tempting the cosmos to cry out

like a child with a cut finger

the two of us take to the glancing rays

our only observer a disinterested cat

sharing expansive evening rays

at liberty to consider all eons

we could hear a dinosaur breathe

and should the Evil One appear

he will face the questioning of his existence

on our scrap of reclaimed land



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Blind Harper


The unforseen emergence of music
great blessing that we can be thankful for
came late in the singularly bright day.
Love had shone through the ubiquitous branch
then deepening dusk wrought a subtle change.
Imagination, all wonders, and fears,
came to parallel the world as given.
When night was found black and untrustworthy
music was the welcome light leading on.


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Words Of Encouragement


No one forgave all my mistakes
least of all my good self.
Assay these lines and see clearly
a picture of yourself.
What gain in recounting mistakes?
Trust we had our glory.
When both you and I are laid low
in another's story.


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Along The Way


Sit apart and be true to me
so says my blood-bathed heart
fear not steely daggers but
simple love confused and lost

overhead go singing birds
hearts blood-bathed as yours
and the silken racing clouds
they can never be still

Ruminate long and alone
says my heart, adrift
our audience chimerical
cool colleagues, imagined

Unmoved by the deep river
where loves go drifting past

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Time Capsule

When, if, 
time capsules may be unearthed
is uncertain.
You put something in, everyone does,
don't expect to choose what.

You unwittingly 'help' future iterations
know their past.
You know: that crowd of ghosts, clowns,
grinning inanely
peering over the shoulder to see
what happens next.

They have know from experience what happens
It's not that life is a catalogue...

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Tattoo For The Last Empty Space


Once we saw angels and daemons by night
now we muse upon moonbeams and starlight.
skies -now clear, now dark- have not changed their ways
and nor have we through our swift rushing days.
Has something changed while nobody noticed?
Can something be lost yet never be missed?
We strive now as then always to fit in
each to their own quick mind the assassin.


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Springtime For Adam


In waves not meant to drown me 
subtlemost feeling bouyed
quick spirit held aloft.
Trusting from saintly patience
metamorphosis finds
a sublime after-life. 

How much I promised to love
before I dreamed of you;
my longing never slept!
How Primavera makes bright 
meadows by her wish-
so each promise I kept.

Round and round the garden
sheltered by the trees
I spy the idol of my...

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Two Statements, One A Poem

If the book of the universe be written
in the language of Mathematics,
a bad scholar swindled at market
and mocked at home, such as I am,
hopes yet for another book, written
in a script less fit for accountants
and truer to common, sustaining dreams.

All that's valuable has ever been
a windfall accepted not meant to last,
all that I crave so unbearably
at once so close while so beyon...

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Of Philosopher Or Poet


Philosophy and poetry, unaware 
of kinship, each alone take to a den.
A thankless calling they follow
as much as an endless task.
Constant their desire is, not less than
the full destruction of cynicism.
Glory, if words could summon strength,
to all who fight the war that won't be won.

The professor's words ring loud
and proud of the universal.
The bard cannot abandon the unique

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Talk To The Hand


Creatures of a gloomy nature
blunder into each other,
chance crossings accounting for all
knowledge of fellow travellers.

Then there's us in the spotlight.
We love our neighbours as best we can
but more than smiles traded on steps
point us to where we would be.

Creatures in a grey evening
fight the foe they meet,
the bright shock of morning
tells who are the new mighty.


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It's Not That Simple


We don't make a language of a dozen words
cant build a city out of a thousand lego bricks
or a duck with all possible resources.
The bird would not get off the ground 
if it were a few bits of plastic snapped together.
(Well it might but it wouldn't lay a fucking egg would it)

Stars must explode; violently produced treasures
spraying out into space to coalesce under gravity,

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This Better Be Good


The name belongs to the body
the body belongs to the mind
the mind beholds a mouse on a corn stalk
stoops to its subject like a falcon to prey

The name is called, a button pressed
the body turns, all but a machine
the mind collapses a cornfield in an instant
and all the mice in my England run free


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Something About The Hypotenuse


The Egyptians were great to the Greeks
Because Egyptian mathematics speaks.
Pythagorus led out of old Egypt 
the sacred embodied in number, but
from the beginning the devil broke through
along the length of the square root of two.

Here's one deceived lover, there's another;
those failed, and gaoled, and bound together.
Soonest they learn the rhymes of a sad world
refuse to have gau...

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At The Watering Hole


I don't have my father wandering
huge fields, fixing fences
making plans; no concern
for anything outside his patch of land.
Someone somewhat similar stomps
the fields stretching inside of me.
Of the tribe that heeds no warning
indifferent to all the others
and their noise.

Trained from birth to wear the smile 
of civilization, the moderns
with their claim to be interchangeable

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Sea Level

Sirens howl, temples fall.
Oh, to come to my senses,
to return to Greece.

The sun has caught fire and I am burning
my only love is up to her waist in the Ionian.
Apollo and Poseidon conspire;
flaming sun and restless wave
project through a fathom clear to sands
already impressed with a giant's fingerprint
their bright ghost net around those precious feet.
Golden immaterial threads in p...

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What We Did


We found this cradling valley
men of the world will never reach
There was no map,  no road to follow.
Without a plan, guileless as it must be, 
we brushed aside overhanging leaves
for our beginning.
Unrecognised, lain all around
machineries of the joyous spirit
curative, creative
were picked up again and again that day.
Perfectly fitting, like a smooth, cool pebble

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Petals That Drop

Beautiful are the petals that drop...

     on every side see the fight
for flowers that do not wilt.

And the Sun who dies day after day...

     hear a sigh fade among reeds
"I tend an eternal flame".

Like the truest friends come through the fog...

     adequate feel the weapons 
that secure a stone bunker.

To carry sorrow and grief away...

     yes, the sigh fades among ree...

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Little Butterfly

Little butterfly
I have followed you.
Yours is an act of generosity
mistaken for an act of pride.
Deeper into entwined branches
I am elated while scratched.

Little butterfly
you are leading me.
Suspected of telling your own story
flight reaching the height of anonimity.
Stumbling a meadow below
I am breathless and lost.

There's a net designed just for you
also a glass-fronted to...

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There's a shadow-hid, ravenous tiger around.
At least an untamed beast to be wary of.
Walled and fenced enclosures are made
to blunt a sharp wind. Rarely will they admit
this roaring danger. Encounters with monsters
are feared, and so, obstacles litter a free path.

That kid rolling down a grassy slope
has all he needs. There is no America.
No warm nor cold- no Goldilocks anxiety.

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Psychopath In Decent Clothing


     Only so much can be used 
to benefit the Machiavellian man.
The disorientation of others
through chaos, their depression
under cursing skies.
     Wartime is the best time
literally or poetically
for a Machiavellian man.
Times of the distraught cry
the stunned, helpless stare
later to be dubbed "dark ages".
     With a flourish of the matador's cloak
-our Machiavellian man.

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Season Of The Leaf

Where momentary views  
reached out to the next county,
now focus is all close-up.
Long views are screened;
the season of the leaf has enacted
its stealthy revolution.
Neighbours pressed close ensnare all;
the tangled net of detail.
Proof weaving together wins
over frantic competition.
Commuters all 
numbly decrying the same old trip
slip the season of cool, deep thought
emerge in...

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Home Truths


Here memorialised in verse
a family inclined to curse.
One by one lifted from their hell
portrayed as fair as time can tell.

Here's mother, father, sister, brother
grown apart but chained together.
Numbly to submit in monotone
their evidence sworn bone by bone.

The spirit of joy, pushed or fell,
into the deepest dankest well.
As one for once they make the claim
it's not them; i...

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Sacred Salmon


You must see this fish!

You must see this fish caught in a net

You must see this fish caught in a net
hoisted high out of the waves

You must see this fish caught in a net
hoisted high out of the waves
by men who care nothing for him

A  blazing vision of his beloved
occupies his mind, delighting in his beloved
he would not exchange places with anyone
enthralled this way by lo...

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Easter 2022

For Daniel, Again


A motorbike gang has roared ahead.
Threw a leg over a cause and rode it
for all it's worth. The loud gang- 
mouthpiece of the needy minority
whether they want it or not.

But you are the meek 
they say shall inherit the earth
and you can be proud to be left for dead.
You are considering 
the vital songs in the silence of your mind.
You conserve but also improve.
When the time is r...

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Can any one here find me
catch me; cook up; crochet, create me

just a little felt blanket
for the rubber farm animals
work-horses, pigs, triceratops
bandaged in paper
at the busy animal hospital.

Deliver your offers here, and here
there, there, there.
We're talking everywhere 
aren't we? Then the job is done.
Are you not then flying birds
like all things natural as the tides 

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I clamboured, I scrambled, I slipped


Into a cleft in the earth.
No extensive cave network greeted me
 just a small subterranean parlour.
The light was still good.
You should know I brought with me Orpheus
Theseus, Lazarus; what have you.
Is it odd that I quickly dispensed with these shades?
They quickly dissolved at any rate.

There were no sweet wrappers or plastic bottles.
There were no bones or cave paintings.

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You know as well as I
the music most popular;
which films will rank as must-see,
and what sells newspapers.

But the musician will, searching,
haunt a barren wasteland
where aeolian harps play still
far from booming towers.

And every individual
held in a captive audience
enshrines their own favourite
however obscure the love.

That the spotlight of the day
should sweep ...

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Micromovements To Nirvana

This rope paid out, and paid out
so unfeasibly far. My spirit's life 
to this point: how to explain
the meander this tributary takes
being one unbroken Zen flash? 

In this non-stop festival of breath
how would I compare the chosen course
with offers untasted? Surely 
the dish not tried keeps it's mystery
leaving comparison chimerical.
But only now do I sail on with my love
free of ind...

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Old Man


This far down the road, a cloud of dust 
raised and stirred by writhing dragons
is his history, should he care to look back.
Today he will focus on frozen explosions 
flowers, solely for the beauty. 
Truly enthralled thus, the old man 
is not yet so foolish to imagine
he grows to understand them, or himself
any better. A certainty is
the power of good taken to heart
wilderness kept ...

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What It's All About


Why direct attention to a swan with ripped-off wings?
It's a good question, and we'll come to that.
Now, a heirachy established
to benefit those on the lower rungs.
This is a unicorn. 
Bread and butter to a poet.

A poet in fashion must now describe
a horse, sprayed white, narwhal's horn
screwed into the forehead.

The mythological creature
inspirational epitome of beauty

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Planet Queen


     Two girls on the swings talk
now in harmony, now not.
The elder tells of a planet
so far distant that we can never learn
of the lives of those likely living there.
     The younger will not understand
why her sister confides it makes her sad.
     A nursery rhyme, a song of the valley;
granddmother's whisper, the elder explains.
Over the mountains it is unheard of.
And news fro...

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Thought Experiment


I'm minded of Achilles and the heroes
but no; they fought to the death.
We compete for gilded laurel leaves
sports men and women of the world.

Now banished to kick up grey lunar dust
in this couch potato's thought experiment.
Let the games begin, mere games, that's the point
sports men and women of the Moon.

Unimaginative knuckleheads. Us?
Look here: a novel satellite event

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Thank You


This brushed stainless steel landscape.
Where DO flowers grow?
Now it's crossed my mind I'm seeing
them everywhere.
And I think I've worked it out-
it's them fucking people!
As a population of extras, a mob of cynics,
they play their part badly.
Propagate the most unlikely dreams
and tend the ground for any chance bulb.

This office in the sky
glass tower impenetrable to vision

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All Contributions Gratefully Accepted


write a poem
everyone's a critic
read a poem
everyone's a philosopher
fold the paper carrying the poem
into an origami aeroplane
aim high, let it go
everyone's a child at heart
hopeful dreamer, lover of the good 
unschooled slackline walker, poet
write a poem
do it for mama
it's the least you can do
do it for the cause
every little helps
televise the performance
in the company...

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Punk Poem


Out of sight of land is where it's at
if the land is you and you
the agonising details
won't stop with the raising of mountains

I was offered the moon, no strings attached
words like germs I later found
and cleansed by the sea I'll take all the sea
thank you very much

Adjacent to the dog star a bird
impressive of wingspan, eager of eye
hangs over me (a floating feast?) so grand

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What To Do!?


I shall meet the challenge
of a robin stood in my path
with the morning's maiden sigh
not a photograph.
For mummification never saved 
a gracious soul.
Take care, my poets, erase each word
before it grows cold.


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Questions That Surround Them


They have lounged on grey midnight grass
wondering at the infinite stars
and their own smallness against them,
their fire-fly flash in time's eternity.
They have touched the sublime
and could only laugh.
It's a case of celebrating their poverty.
They have no defence against the prowling tiger
and are powerless against the raging seas.
They will never see as an eagle sees
and the que...

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Honesty And Generosity


This community has moved online.
That is, it no longer exists,
transformed, trivialised,
corrupted and abandoned 
as a powerless fantasy picture
wherever cyberspace can store it.
"If it's not honest, it's not real."
the old tramp dryly croaks.
It's true. The only engine capable
of carrying a sensible traveller
one inch closer to the goal
must be fuelled by honesty.
For a can of sp...

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