he often sat
and pondered
what he could
have done
had he not lost
his left foot
that day
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The Gardener
She cut the heads
of flowers dead
from too much cold or rain
and although some
may once more bloom
most won’t see the sun again
Kissing the magpie
Eddie kissed a magpie
he said it brought him luck
the magpie seemed quite livid
so we admired young Edward’s pluck
but then kissed a seagull
without showing reserve
though despite his superstitions
I just think Eddie is a perv
let’s
let’s make hills of flatlands
and climb them to the sky
let’s make clouds of sunny days
and through their beauty fly
let’s make lakes of deserts
and swim them to the seas
and let’s make trees of fallen grass
then hide within their leaves
Thoughts while reading (that may or may not make sense)
cruelty has a human heart
said old Billy Blake
and in his observation
I cannot find mistake
but also in our hearts to seek
is dichotomy to find
as capacity for being cruel
allows us to be kind
Atlantis (first four lines)
the tides whisper tales
our eyes can never see
stories from beneath the waves
of long lost memories.
Unfinished Ode
My lover’s lips
they speak so warm
the promised kiss
wherein is born
the ecstasy
I long have sought
and sweet release
of passions wrought
No Voyager
sleep evades me,
its anchor slipped
and I’m set adrift
on a sea of thoughts
blown by ill winds
away from friendly shores
and the safe harbours
of moored dreams
Nectar
I traced her petals
with my fingers
and in doing so
they became butterflies
which tasted of her
until the angels sleep
In angel midnight
darkened blue
indigo painting
thoughts of you
and me close
blanketed within
its medium
until the angels sleep
and allow us dreams
