What was she doing, there?
What was she doing, there?
Like some old bag lady.
Another displaced foreigner...
Sitting in Piccadilly, gardens
Manchester, today...
“With a toy pram
and 2 clothed dollies”
“One dressed in green,
a much larger in reddish brown”.
Simply put on the fountains cobbles...
Dressed in these old linens
Her dollies lying face down.
How odd? No one is looking...?
Not one sees the child’s pram.
Only big enough for a small, cat.
How odd these two babies,
look—displaced on the ground.
One displaced to her left.
Another to her right…
It’s the 9th of October—2011
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At dusk as I urged the fish too bite
I remember the lake light shining
Like a disk as I fished for perch or pike
At dusk as I urged the fish too bite!
Bite a spoon of shimmering bait…
I remember bats flitting and circling
Like the insects they longed to catch…
And the ripples left by fish, that had.
I remember the blunt roll-call home…
The boathouse like a sarcophagus…
With its two well rotten doors
Gaping open; like malnourished jaws.
Awaiting, deaths ferrymen back.
Back to them; keep net shores.
I remember the rolling. Fog, rising
About the gnarled chestnut trees
Billowing-out; into brackish reeds…
And then a slice of moon leaping,
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The feeling I'm feeling...
Soft whispers.... quiet hushes
The silent moments
Where movements take over
Words cannot describe
The feeling I'm feeling...
When silent echoes
Are all around me, and all over?
My day dreaming wanders
To your eyes
The angels must have brought
You to me
As this world has never been
So weightless of worry
Since I am meeting, you.
Your aura glistens
Brighter than any bulb,
You're a burning sun in my mind
A constant, love
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The wedding cake couple
The wedding cake couple
Held hands on-top in vigil
Clinging on to each other tightly
There ‘I do's' written in song
Lasted just as long as it took!
Mother in law to take another
Man across the ebony dance floor.
Her six more devoured the cake
But are wedding cake couple
They still held hands in vigil
On the last tier of the disaffected
So they pervaded and kissed
But then great grandma waltzed
In like an elephant to depose
All those who imposed self will
She cared little for our wedding cake couple
She snapped them down the middle
Just to see if they weren't just candy too.
But are wedding cake couple
They still held hands somewhere later
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A Distant Kind Of Love
A dove calls her mate in the moon
But a sea wind calls, go not to soon...
For the night is young in circles new
The waves are rolling deep and blue.
So' it is for you; the world was made
To lift your feathers above the wave!
So dip your wing tips in salt rock air
Brave a poles ivory stair; if you dare!
For it's here your true loves heart lies
Anchored beneath the lustrous skies
Wave over wave- wing on wing!
The dove white creature clung, curing...
Until the sun in past shadows flame
Up and blessed the birds dead name
For the night is young in circles new
The waves are rolling deep and blue.
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The night runs in fear of the dreamer
The night runs in fear of the dreamer
The night runs in fear of the dreamer
As for he there is no night.
For even though there is darkness in abundance
He only need close his eyes to see there is light.
God deems all darkness be made light!
Such is why ebony skies are singularly bright
Brightly, dotted; with orbs so bright.
For the dreamers hope, is a candle wick?
That stretches from here to eternity…
All he but do is ignite its vaporous spirit.
And, be guided by its flickering fight…
For he that adjourns in his own shadow
Will have nowhere to go, when he spurns
What the daylight; can no longer anymore follow.
God made a scented garden and gave all men
Their seven senses to follow in this his trail.
So that even if one or more senses be lost
The spirit of the lamb would still be
Guided by gods external; light within.
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Caught Between Two Opposing Angels
One glorious summer's evening,
Out drinking…
In O'Sheas Irish Bar in Manchester
I bought a round at last orders.
When the bell began to sound…
I thought it odd, people are leaving
In their droves; then the doorman
Said down your pint 'Mr and go'…
Or I'll take it now, bro.
I protested and made him wait…
I didn't anticipate his anger
Towards me or his unapologetic hate!
Outside, I complained face to face.
He got aggressive filled with rage
He wanted to kill me - seriously.
I then called him a little-Adolf-Hitler
My you should have seen his enrage.
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Love Is A Window Starlit Bright
Love is a window starlit bright
And you are the moon
That encompasses its light
Thriving like a winters flower
Visited in the mystical—night?
You are a forest of melting snow
And all that's pure and white
'You are that lover's song in echo'
Of what God made truly right.
Lord, oh lord
She kisses me still...
Prolonging each cold
-winters chill...
The thaw of passing...
Lord, oh lord
Its then she whispers!
Asks for the winds desires
In mine, burning...
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All I can do is take share of the blame
Tears forever hoodwink and disobey
They vitrify molten glass to blow apart
Such is the principality they're cliche
Such is the hypnosis of a loyal heart
All I can do is take share of the blame
Try harder still at loves petulant game
A raglan road weaves unto my sweet-
Lilly of the valley; mine own colleen
Mine own princess soon to be queen
In an Eden's garden fulfilled, replete!
All I can do is take share of the blame
Try harder still at loves petulant game
Discretionary joys are a darken retreat
A delight loathsome in wailing torment
Pleasures enjoyment encoded deceit
Tissues of lies I need not circumvent
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Show me the distance to your heart
Show me the distance to your heart
And I'll journey to you
On a catamaran I'll sail
To your heart
Through a force 9 gale
Around the Cape of Good Hope
I'll sail to be with you
Show me the distance to your heart
And I'll be drifting homeward to you
Like driftwood could you rescue me?
From the flotsam of the deep blue sea
Two castaways we'll be
Oh my love and me
Only because its you
Do I want you to sail the oceans blue
Only because its you
Do I do this untold thing for you?
Oh show me the distance to your heart
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