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Colin Phillimore

Saturday Morning – Revisited

Saturday,
morning.
yawning
abyss-
spawning
activity
warning
that yawning
will follow
a too busy morning.
17 January 09.

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Table for Two

Table for Two
Anywhere
Me and you
Anytime
‘neath the stars,
waterfront,
midday sun.
The focus –
for love
and time and space
to still awhile
and face
each other
and gaze
and smile
and edge across the table -
and kiss

July 2008

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June Perfection

June perfection
with you on cliff tops
and the sea-
feeding manic parents
the last traunch of the day.
Diving
Swooping
Soaring
CryingPurbeck rocks
and crashing seas-
a perfect evening
for you and me.
And woodland birds
the gnat and worm
pursue in greeny woods,
so many melodies
in birdland heaven
with you ‘a-twich’
laid out on rocks
like a french resistance lookout

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Hayfever

May, when my feet ache to feel soil, grass and sand
after Winter's curfew,
steps gently
into June.

The fullness and freshness of bushes and trees
purple Rhodedendrums
dominant throughout.

Then all Nature's healthy friends
become enemies,
nasal antagonists
merciless mercinaries
meaningless oppressors
turning simple pleasures
into unreasonable misery.

The scratch,
the sniff
of Nature's rift

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Muse on Memes (Larmer Tree July 2007)

When the drum beat pounds and the night explodes
And the music sounds through a humming crowd.
There’s a flash of red from your dancing head
And big brown boots couldn’t give a cahoots!
‘cos she’s “always dancing, always dancing”.
There’s a soulful lyric, or a sax solo
And a birdsong mimic or a mobile phone
In her own space, in her own time
Fire in her face proud ‘cos she’s ‘mine’.
Professional shimmy to eclipse my stomp
Longing for to gimme a hop, skip and romp.
Freedom of spirit - fly, fly away
Up above the limit, dance another day
There’s a flash of red
From your dancing head
And big brown boots
Couldn’t give a cahoots!
‘cos she’s “always dancing, always dancing”.
July 2007

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