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Time Ebb and Flow

How vast and pervasive is the Moon?
Hugeness hints there stand two
Orbs and a turbulent stream
Simply like the dawning sun
All over the half-moon horizon.

On the shore of credulity
The froth shed detritus and sea salt
Carving a path into level sand
Slicing the weft out of silk
By cutting across the fabric kernel
The waves were sealed on the scanty shore
The furor was in harmony with the dust
Pearl-like seaweed and scrubber.

Moonlight over the Sea at Dawn
It is ideal and so spectacularly tempting
The churning water bred white foam
I am enthusiastic to have the plunge
The tendons, sinews, and guts were all wary
A season invests these twilight hours
Fetch the ache and gentleness
Misleading magnetism
My inner mermaid is hopeless
The moon was merely out of the embrace.

It related me to a no-blue world
Spume was kicked by white ponies
As they did in our fourth year of dreams
Cantering toward the welling of time
In the utter stiffness at the two ends
Do not feel dire about shedding tears
The spectrum of the dull light
We never noticed.

Written: October 29, 2022

Freedom At Last

liberty in waves
cantering along the shore
free-rein no rider


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A Quock Is Not a Quack Nor a Quintessential Quarterback

Quickly quickly now quack quack quock" said the rook on a rock by the dock at six o clock. But no rock ever did tock so no quock could be audible now could it? Who on earth has really ever heard a quocking sound? Well one should visit in the rainy season. Coughs do not sound like a standard quack. They sound like a quock. And a quock is not a quake and a quake is not quivering, quarterising, nor is it a quintessential quartet. A kilo of a viola is akin to a shy trumpet. And an eskimo dressed in a tank top could roll down a grassy slope quicker than a jar of collected pennies. Dare to jump over a kerb? Wrestle with a set of giant keys? Well firstly one must jump over a train, a plane, and mind the rain. Hahaha rhyming is dining out today. Hahaha the wristwatch is swapping colours for a mild dews formation. Hahaha compiled cards comes cantering cheerily. And a hexagonal xylophone delivers a representational speech. Xxxxx restorations z z z z z at forty five dips to fifteen tacos.

Elegy For a Knight

Rise up, Scion of La Mancha.

Destiny orbited all that you were
and encompassed all that you possessed.

Windmills stood ten-fold to the fore
when you readied your lance 
and saddled your barn nag.

Its whipped hide and ungulated 
hoofs cantering towards betrayal 
and unfinished vows.

Your voice was virtuous in timbre 
against the manifest threat of cruel
malfeasance that roamed the lands 
of bogus hills and rampant mountains 
charging towards the crest of your 
enlightened honour.

Now, these burning candles about 
your casket hold the truth 
of your quests until, like you, 
they peter out and die.

And then, recitations of your Quixotic 
trials shall be cleaved from history.
Such is the eye of irony that wrests
away your conquests.

So, rise up Scion of La Mancha and challenge 
the lies. Ride abroad with purpose once more.
Or lay where you rest and let time become 
a biased judge to your well laid intentions.

Dog Equals Woof

An erotic lettuce leaf. Strip. Then consume. Consumption of consummation is quite colourful in a layered green hue. But how often barbarians liberate barbeques with a token. How quite unfortunate for a flame to flambé. But nevertheless horseradish soup is extremely lovely at this time of year. Especially when tied to a tree. Tether well the cantering ones. In canopies. In classes. Fresh glasses are only an option in queue b and queue a often receives free unsolicited junk mail at ten a m. Do not judge a deviant monster of a mobile mob. For adjusted adjudication is best left to apples. In skirts. With very pink lips that bubble. Sitting on a time bomb is not wise. Over a decade. Over a drawing. And how quite entertaining it is to run around and around and around carrying a silver shopping bag with a golden handle. Great. Fantastic isn't it. Staffing steering steeples showing showery showerheads. And an exciting journey for a tiny little dog at the five million acre fun fair. Hahaha and how cutely arranged are the small onions leaping down the highway. Wow. Xxxxx curvaceous carrot creates calligraphy. Xxxxx demoralised Z no p y q today just Z

Quantitive

One day a little blue bird skipped over the lemon tree. Spied a tortoise. And a cantering foliage. Wow. It was just so Devine. Justice jade jiving. Jelly beans giggling at pointed ears of corn. In a row. In a queue. Querying not a quarantined quagmire. And carrying a basket of fragile breads over three thousand miles, eight nautical kilometres, and 8000 steps can be quite treacherous really. Tape or tap. But never trap. A small bee who sings in a nine acre bowl. Xxxx hahaha deliberating donkeys. Hahahaha misty moos. Xxxxx quantitatively z

Militarisation

Over six tons of gorilla shrapnel is the same gesture as throwing ten ton whales into a puddle. Wisely wary. Be not only a segment be a slice. And sluice dumps never chatter obscenities so never throw an ashtray in the air. Expected are the alternators arriving in horse drawn ships. Shooting shaping striving singing Singhalese singularly. And a plate balancing on a two centimetre tea cup in a unique dolls house. Rifle not a t-shirt. Purple berry holding hands with a dewberry then roll roll in the mighty surf. A sure way of finding a horseshoe in a rainbow arch then. Archetypical archaic antiquities. With an amphibian laugh. Shut all the doors. And ceilings. And do not bang into an open cupboard. For to look within a cupboard is to see and hear the shells. Cantering carnage coming. And a large baked bread kneeling by a pool. Pretty is not the writhing of a torso ripped in half. Nor is it the antics of a lemon lipped lady. Statement striving show. And a steamed lobster. Calibrate that. No. Militarisation

War Horses

WAR HORSES


At the outbreak of World War One horses were used as cavalry, but because of trenches, barbed wire and machine guns they were used for pulling guns, carrying ammunition and transport. Over 8 million horses died on all sides. British horses that survived the war were sold off as cheap meat to Belgium butchers.  


          Shrill neighing of horses
          Screams out terror on the battlefield 
          Harnessed to the big gun
          Eyes wide with fright
          Whipped on through dragging mud.

          Proud animals with spirits broken
          Treated as beasts of burden
          Moving ammunition, guns and shells
          Used abused without compassion
          Supplying the trenches of hell.

          There was no respite or mercy
          Slaughtered by enemy fire
          Dreaming of lush green fields of home
          Cantering free and joyful
          Without terror of Man’s war. 
      

                                  Colin Ian Jeffery

Diagnostics

Instigating heifer vitalisation to ensure a shine in a creased field is to bake a circular cake in an  acrobatic style. Wow such format.one should not ponder in such depths of dough. But as a minstrel is neither a sweet or a starter be aware when placing the cutlery on a table. Forbidden is the fruits of the elder tree for entertainment is clustered with flaws. And closeted jackets seek to contain but many many atoms spin in a bin. So before alighting that thousand foot of train sing the nineteen hymn to a tree and swing in twenty bushes. That will certainly result in proportionate levy. La la la on a particle of sand is a la la la in a wave arch. Darkened is the sealed depths of wisdomatic curvaceous zones and meanwhile a seaweed arrives in a dress made of shell to sing an aria to fallen leaves. Great. Now go chase a pan around. There are plenty. But chiming the timing is a chime for a rhyme. And so the cuckoo clock does speak then? Great isn't it? Click clock clucking came closer cantering. And a mop of fish. *** diagnostically z

Trap

Colours chatting. Charts cantering. Divine decanters are in no way an explanation in a bowling alley or on a pool table. Snooker a sock. And land in nets. Flashing flesh fishing faint frog eyed frames. Google stared. Fornicating with a fingerless unisex wandering cue. Very upright. Rigid body. Wow. How rather radical then. However a peapod in a ballet dancing costume could wreak much havoc on a bombed table painted green. Such gravitational quality. Weary wap I'm a tight organisation says a mop with a bucket sailing on the a54. Trade deals drape divinatory domineering deans. And deans are daring demonic dragonflies who hunt in large packs. So always aim true. And get the angles correct. Measure. To be sure of a knock down. Pocket a pocket a pocket a pick. And ten to the dozen. Drowning. Tick tap tapping trap tape. And a very long luxurious tapestry in a bath. Informational purposes. Poliomyelitis z

Moon Calling

Knock knock ding dong .... Moon calling. Here I am. Circular white and glowing. Look at my craters. Great arena aren't they. Look out for that long blue ridge. There is a translucent triangle. Moving. Round and round. Good isn't it. Now I would like to sit down. It is day. I have shone all night. Let me rest. Oh fantastic you have made me a seat. Such lovely fabric too. Thankyou so much for this. And a brew too. With bread. Besides the roaring fire. I will tell you the story of the colours and then I must sleep. Swinging swirling shaping shafts simmering shimmering sedately. Ornate. Every eon brings a spade. A spade that digs and offers hue to a blackness. Auric Vedic beauty beams. Iridescent in form. And delivered. Sky capsules if human formation are simply not powerful enough to eradicate the flow. Timeless. Ceaseless. Endless. And now I sleep. Thankyou for your hospitality. Wave to me tonight. Calibres cantering catering clapping. Good. Xxxx alder Abram p y q

Why Suffer

Born to suffer in silence, 
The reason is written in stone,
Does karma unleash all the violence?
When payback comes cantering home.   Don

Our little subtle hell world has great suffering, do we earn our Personal persecution?

Moving a Montage

Spotted ears are identified by counting. And eventually merge. Which is problematic for a walking abacus. Counting calling catering clapping. Charadmarus of a bean sprout in wellies. Or a suit. Take one pea and chase it down the m53 at noon. It is often considered to be exceedingly exciting. But blindfolds whilst baking is not a very good idea as over icing can lead to very badly made decisions. Chop chop chop then. And a resin block sings from a violin case. Chords cantering. Saturation of statutory statistic. %%% 0 to the %. Being a bathing branch. Good. Going. Pointless pinning a picture with a rusted spoon. Acronyms *** persecuted *** montage *** cosmological sepias xxxx z

Meteorological Clap Flap Ha

Oooh look. Oh wow. Correlating jumping twists and combinations of bunnies,irons,toothbrushes and eye lash curlers. Turn then a stick. Rotational gravitation and melodically performed interludes. Such magnifications of a single note. Kissing a kindling to produce an even steady glow. Epitomising myth,fables and heavily guarded secrets. Yet seconds are counted by a tick tick tick. And if a lion says hello then one should not discuss crochet with a snooker cue.  Balls then in many halls. Darkly dimming daring done. A persnickety perennial pineal gland. Hahahaha and the forts. Hahahaha and a day is one hour 9 minutes. Hahahaha cubes cantering. Xxxx zoologist zones. *** meteorological *** clapflap xx

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Ooh a Coniferous Z Wow

Circumferences. Blame not a nothing. Understand an ideology of a pickled pair. Falling twigs are pallor. Lips altering. It means a snake talks. Ceaseless chatter of a convertible fish bowl with or without leaves. Directional flow is neither a bud or a raindrop and pallets of ink is an injustice not an injunction. Fly then to the inner realms and let loose. Unless a dipper diver comes past. Interesting but not inverted. Uncentered circulars and unidentifiable shape of a small portion of a pen. In a cart. Cantering. Dare to tango with a cast iron suitcase? Fish in a shark infested estuary with a dingy? That the things the time takes. *** cow cheese cake *** cow cantering crêpes. *** ha is a bucket a knife deal then? *** z. Superficial slug man. Xxxx artificially *** coniferous z.

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