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The Athens in August

The Athens
August in Athens is always confusing
I spent the evening looking at a white wall the moon had lit up,
waiting for the movie to start.
Staggered into a church where bearded priests handed out bags
of yesterday’s cake.
The elderly lady behind me got none, it was her second time
she had been in the line
I gave her my

the known lost

The loss of the known

A sudden flash occurred, a moment of a forgotten past
walking down a wide road that only had a few cars trundling along to the left, where the road winds to the right, a café 
I thought of going in for a beer, but the dog, if left outside
would fret

A fine day,

a posh sonnet

A posh sonnet


She had a posh voice of the kind I used to hear
when listening to BBC, a voice of authority that
didn't like to be gainsaid

When I met her in the Algarve I was impressed
by her voice first, it was later I noticed she was
generous with her physicality 

We became lovers, for her sex was

the loss of dream time

The Loss

Dream time, lazy and long, is over
It lasted a generation
But real life
Came and stole the colors
Home-baked bread, no more
Everything is easy, shop-bought
and taste of the average.
I know of a woman who stole
Flowers for her son’s coffin
It stood there in the snow
Grave diggers on strike.
But a bouquet doesn’t
Mind, know why they are needed 
Rootless and

a newspaper the guardian

A Newspaper


Once upon a time, the Guardian was a famous newspaper 
it was democratic, to a certain extent, and readers are 
invited to give their view, but with moderation and niceness
 If not, they would politely ban the regressor
When the paper was famous, it was a bit left-wing, but always ready to see the other point

From Sight to Light

On the Desk of Darkness
On a Monsoon Night,
The afflatus roars in clouds,
And albedo fills the sight.

In the darkened gorge,
Among the alleys
And gravelled ways,
A lass on a jade.

Apathy of her own,
Gazing upon the dog in the kennel,
Barking and crying at it.

And when she gazed and gazed upon
The dog of ash on kindlings,
A murmur of sight on

sweets and every day

every day and a sweet shop 

On a plateau in the middle of nowhere, there was
a shop selling chocolate and week-old newspapers
I had no money, but in exchange, the man
accepted a hail of hay, the farmer gave when he
told me to go make my own bed, I had slept with 
The milkmaid he had wanted for himself
as

a small war

A small war


At the outskirt of Europe, a war
has broken out in countries where everyone drives Lada
mothers interviewed are proud of their sons
defending their land.
Should one son die, a big picture will appear in the living room
neighbors invited to coffee and cakes
his proud mother will tell what a good boy he was
and he died with

the voice of the people

The Voice of the People

The morning is excellent and calm
I try to write about the feeling I have inside me,
But can only come up with a feeling
of boredom, that comes when looking out of the window
too often and see that nothing has changed.
I don't want to live here anymore, but I'm fearful
of the unknown –

expressions

Expressions


Yesterday I wrote about observing facial expressions
so much can be said of the unsaid, where a smile often
it is a shield against the hurt of loose, unscripted words
AI, suggested it could help, I let it help, but the result
flawless, I must say, was no longer what I wrote
AI suggested I should alter some words to

restless hands

I look at my old hand
Blotches of liver spots, slow-running blood vessels
Delivering old blood so I can fold my hands
Once they caressed a woman`s body, who moaned
And my hands were firm
Women used to see me and smile, but now I walk
The earth unobserved and words become a long silence.
If I tell you how much I

restless summer heat

Restless Summer heat

It is odd how we forget we live on a restless planet
the talk of the melting ice cap is true enough; it melted
before when Greenland was a hot house for plants
In Spain and Portugal, the impression is of two lands
are burning tragedy we blame people for
but we overlook that there was a serious

Yugoslavia

Yugoslavia

My first wife and I went on holiday
55 years ago, in Yugoslavia
The tourist industry was struggling
to find its feet, we stayed in a freshly
painted barracks, which caused some
jokes about what the buildings had
housed before us
I remember a forest and a lake, but I
must be mistaken, we went there to
swim in the sea
When I told my

cold wind over Europe

Cold is the wind in Europe.

It is a stormy evening, brown leaves flying in the storm
dank and dry, torn from the mother tree with hatred 
I`m thinking of Macron, the president of France,
extolling globalization. I`m a nationalist, from
a country that has naturally evolved, has its own culture, 
and an unspoken agreement on how people should perform.
We

A B C D E F G H

awkward always alone Allie
bragged boastfully to baby Bertie Bill
clearly clarifying club-footed cloven Callie
deliberately deciphering dairy dung in Dickie Dill

easing eager Edgar’s electrifying entry
forever forsaking flim-flam’s frequent flam
greasing gray grannie’s gentle gentry
hardily helping herself to Harry’s hottish ham

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