second chance

more of the same. mainly journal poems.

Cherry

Tribute to Kew

When its's good, it's very,very good.

A dog's life

‘Pleasure is the absence of pain’ I tell him, and comma-like, his presence comforts me.

After a visit to vincent

Look to Seneca and Rumi, and then, turn to your heart,

Anthem to Radiohead

Got to listen to Radiohead, it may help!

Because I can’t talk (to you)

Words are where I am, so now your hurricane of mere language has blown me right out of sight. Out of range.

Boundaries of space, time, and evolution

A different voice from my usual, after getting hooked into Dawkins.(unweaving the Rainbow)
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Bronze baby

Walsall gallery 1993, an encounter with a beautiful bronze head

companions

Zubaran, and Seneca i like the way you go together. Stay with me. You are welcome here. Vision of timelessness, i eat from the same table as you, Zubaran, with lemons ,and basket

Consequences

Some are more discerning than others.

Declarations of love

Wake half -hour early, for eldest son to rally; neither of us are larks. Bake the baguette he’ll eat for lunch, having remembered to remove tikka from freezer the night before.

In the park with Van Morrison

The dog is ecstatic, joining me in appreciation of Van's fiery vision bright

Interference

you could tell he was a real farmer, he had a dog and a patterned carpet. that's one way of knowing i thought, bewildered by the arrogance of youth. (though there was never
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it's a matter of taste.

only words, and words can't hurt, can they?

missing you

Bit more to it than you may think at first glance.

tie me down

Tie me down, I want to be tied down, grounded with your weight,I don't want to be blown away, like thistledown hither and thither, floating into an abyss. Tie me down.

tears, no tears

I want to be brave like you, wanting to live never forgettting how to pitch your weight against the day.

living together

I stop myself from digging a hole and falling in. We've been this way before, and I can never win. (In your mind.) You bully;but ( with a heart),you'd hate to think

toxic girl

written in revenge of an attack by the ex wife of my husband. Teh power of failed love, the power of failed expectations, the sadness of life.

There are others like me, clinging

not that uplifting, but suits my mood.

Upon the usefulness of time

I kill time, as bakers swat flies, I murder minutes , without a moment's remorse.
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First Emperor of China, the man, not the Divine.

Leaders of men, I query what motives they have.This poem came from watching a documentary which provoked an interest in the guy who orderedt he terracotta army.

Warm hands

imagined lives, different ways of being me.

Dog walking with Van Morrison

Rewrite, reliving a moment of transendence, i love 'em!

Fragility of living, and the fear of not.

Always slightly scared, always slightly anxious.

Waiting for you.

I know I am missing you all the time; not in your absences, but all the time. Because I am clocking the countless ways I used to think of you, when you were not here.

Your love.

I am naked under your gaze, lovely, to you, and newly, to me, true. Being you; effortless, makes me more than before. And less, the spaces in between as critical to form and meaning.

Park benches and red dresses

memory and decrepitude. all in one little poem!!1
Cherry

Time means nothing here

When time collapses on itself, and now and then co-exist.
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Doorbell, and the reassuring presence of Socrates

The doorbell tones vary, stray electrical impulses share the airwaves, create impressions of a visitor, who isn’t there. False connections spark impulses tripping tunes into play.

Light and shade

Short treatise on light, and its effects.

Life or death

Living life to the full, do we ever?

The Boss (I.P)

I am neither Boss , nor Male, and this is tongue in cheek for the I.P. You might like to think it's a cliche. I wish.
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For Dorothy, a birthday, and a reflection.

Time marches on, and so do we. Happy Birthday to a good friend.

Moonstruck

Cloud trails part obscure, temporarily the whole from view. Why does moon say so much? Articulate silently, heart rushes of you? Bound to earth, suspended artfully, unseen wires vibrate
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First times

‘What did she say’ -Father ‘‘ I like pink’ -Mother ‘What did you say I said’- Girl ‘I like pink’ -Mother ‘I‘m not going to live with you any more’.- Girl
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In time, and place.

Time locked down, moved on was gone elsewhere. Here I was still; silenced, petrified.
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Proof of inheritance

Someone said the past is a foreign country, but for me it was a universe away, spinning in a different galaxy.

In Memory of Stanley Kunitz

‘Desire and desire and desire’- his hand me down, a way to live, a tinderbox to ignite others fire.

For Robert

Tender is the heart, but silk is the strongest thread; so hearts do withstand the pull and push, the thrust.