all our questions left unanswered
birds create in song before night settles
whereof dreamers sleep to dream
one infinite menagerie
and lovers lie entwined still
inclined to never part
then come artists godlike and paint
every blade of grass in the field
and every word the poet utters
reverberate through caves and chambers
light and dark and sparkling
inaccessible and wondrous

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A lost ant, on the moon,
this donation can not effect much
but withholding it would need
cell walls unfeasibly thick.
One more overdrawn gesture
a handful of grass the horses disdain;
a call into the vacuum;
a message from the other side.

A soap-bubble a child blows
clearly holds more oxygen,
though the wind from a firestorm 
lifting my hair glamorously
is real and, not quite a ...

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A cloud of metaphysics
would have us all in a fog
how to pick a credo 
from suspiciously many
one should first feel the rain
to consider the tattoo 

be humble
be charitable 
work for the greater good

In the library's dim maze
tomes of infinite opinion
do not crush me
let the decision be mine
the lyric I return to
throughout the living diary

be humble
be charitable 
work for ...

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We awoke upon a narrowboat

new to the reeling aboard

an eagle scanned the waterway

as a poet would record

Sixty fields we laboured 

to give hours to the waves

yet this season flows on swiftly

no time can be saved

Hence we navigate our history

drift slowly from the roar

a little further, out of sight

the perfect place to moor

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Summer sky with spitfire.
My wife says it's her dad.
And loud the old engines roar
holding my attention.
Ants shall raise their antennae
wild birds make for a perch.
Our vision extends to a distant speck
hard to say exactly when
its gone.

Hold hands and carry on.

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Your troubles began long before you were born;
it's not your fault. You could boast, if you would,
of walking towards the light.

When young you think you can fly. You think
you can live forever. You thrill to think
you will escape a forest of razor-sharp thorns
and fall into the open arms of Love.

So suddenly old, you do reach the heights-
relentless mountaineering just a way of l...

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