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Your call resonates like a lost echo among the shadows of dusk

Your call resonates like a lost echo among the shadows of dusk,
Deep within me, like spring water flowing towards distant lands.
My heart, boundless and mysterious, responds silently, naive and gentle,
As the sleepless twilight creeps again through the misted windows.
The lilac and currant bow their heads gracefully in the evening wind,
And my silent homeland whispers the call for me to return home.
Your call, my bittersweet sorrow, resonates in the echo of distance,
And I, wandering among shadows, seek my way on unseen paths.
I know our meeting will be fulfilled under the blue sky of night,
Our prolonged separation will find solace in the light of the hidden moon.
Distant bells remind me of the road I have traveled,
Raising the dust of dreams, searching for you among eternal memories and longings.
Your call at sunset, my melancholy will find its way to you,
And the promise of reunion will be sealed by the quiet of the night that envelops us.
In the flow of time, under the starry sky, I will keep my promise,
For my heart, once called, cannot remain far from you.

Whatever Happened to Elevenses

Breakfast done, lunch so far away.
It's never too early or late for Elevenses!
Perhaps a seed-cake, sweet fragrant and so very proper.
Or a steaming currant bun, warm, light and spicy.
Oh perhaps the splendor of a freshly baked scone with jam and cream.
Or delicate petite fours scattered with remnants of a dream perchance?
Who stole the plate the strawberry tarts, red, tangy and sweet?
Or the short-bread creams rich in flour and butter, filled with icing?
All swerved with steaming tea, brewed in a pot, warmed in a knitted cosy!
It's ten past ten, how can we wait any longer?
For the clock to strike - Elevenses!

Bordering on the unbelievable'

A petition has intiaton.' On border soverigenity.' Midst angst
And supposition ? In one dimention flow of people..Has
Been a staple, before Noah sailed over the silenced; and hidden
Creations.' Yet subject to conditions i e ( travellers funding
Available craft? the (prevailing tides and seasons ) allowing
Integration, of benefit to any nation.' Any artifice; or abberation
Type's Cannot justify, it is my inclination.' Only  in the 1700s
Enslaved peoples in ( massed movement ) mirror of the
Current.' And did such not cause misery.? The 1970's
Was a purging, a cathartic stage' of (that un-normal) un-needed instancy.) driven by such materialistic social engineering originally.!
In a certainty of lunacy.' So in Britian late 2024 a petion is
Now set forth.' To seal all borders for a full five years course.' In normal
Times such would be ludicrous.' Yet in consideration of what we see' with
All the currant human misery..' It now appears most judicious and not at all Im-prudent; to use.' as i can see.)

Order order' I would like'

A stack of fresh Canadian pancakes, a jar of their best
Maple syrup, a fresh coffe, one suger and good cream
But it must include...One trudeau; to go.' In that case i'll
I'll Spend some real time in this place, praying about 
The currant dis-order scene?

I Want My Time with You

Emerging from the deep dark tunnel
arriving into the light of London’s St Pancras
on a wet wintery evening
I saw your text message.
How brilliantly clever of you
not your ordinary SMS 
but glowing handwriting 
in gigantic bright pink LED letters 
lighting up the cold dark night
like a huge hug.
Such a warm greeting
as welcoming as a
tray of hot currant buns 
straight from the oven
warming you up
on a cold winter day.

For so long the world at war
and since then
sometimes warm relations
sometimes indifference 
sometimes cold war.
How wise you are
to welcome me so warmly
especially at a time like this.
Just as much as
you want your time with me
I want my time with you.

Let’s banish the cold 
and share our warmth forever.

Killer

I'd always wondered, dreamed really,
How it all could feel
The world awash in currant marble
Glistening from my skill

I only plan perfectionism;
A mind as sharp as ice
To put my practice to the test
I find my first device

Never had I known before
A feeling such as this
For when I felt his last breath draw
My veins went warm
Like piss

Now I'm on a number that,
Is really, beyond 'fine'
But worry not, it won't be you.
You kindly finished my rhyme





AUTHERS NOTE: This is NOT biopic!

Fruits

Apple many varieties sweet and sour
Banana soft fruit many uses
Cherry's are sweet watch out for its stone
Damson like a juicy plum
Elderberry fragrant good in wine
Fig many seeded fruit
Grapefruit similar to oranges but tarter
Honeydew melon lovely juicy type of gourd
Indian gooseberry good in pies
Jostaberry a cross between gooseberry, black gooseberry and black currant
Kiwi a tasty green fruit
Lemon can be very tart
Mango juicy fruit with delicate flavour
Nectarine similar to a peach
Orange sweet and juicy usually full of pips
Papaya also known as pawpaw
Quince very sharp like a lime
Raspberry most useful at banquets
Strawberry and ice-cream a summer delight
Tomato both used as a fruit and vegetable
Ugli fruit a gourd like fruit thats tasty
Valancia orange small sweet fruit that packs a punch
Water melon another gourd like fruit
Ximenia Caffra is like a very sour plum
Yellow passion fruit is similar to passion fruit normally cooked as a curd
Zucchini flowers often cooked in batter

Please Mum

Scrummy cakes
All different shapes
Which one shall I choose
A chocolate éclair
A currant bun
To see these delights is truly fun
I taste them ~ I smell them
I cannot ignore them
So please Mum
 buy me one...


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Blue Hat Dream

Curled up on the floor. In the middle of the day. I dream.
Images of hats and pills come out of nowhere. 

“I visit my garden each morning 
searching the ground to see
if the unused pills I found 
in my mother’s pill boxes,
and planted, had produced
a rose or purple Phlox.
I buried her tablet boxes, 
buried them, like tiny coffins.
I lined the miniature graves
with crushed blue velvet,
(like the cases that stored 
her elegant forks used only 
on special occasions, 
at four o’clock tea-time, 
the cake served primly
on gold-rimmed plates).

Treading through the wet grass, 
rootling through the fertile soil,
I saw, without surprise,
blue hats growing wild, 
velvet and tulle, 
pills and sequins 
scattered and whimsical,
my mother decorating 
their botanical brims
with silver cake forks 
tied with ribbons”.

I wake up,
eyes blurred,
I can barely see.
I make a cup of tea,
cut a slice of currant cake, 
and eat it with a small, 
antique English fork.

Sensual and Sweet

Those apples you call cheeks are as fresh as a currant, grapefruit! 
Wanna eat them my luv! For they're chubby and sweet!


The crease on your neck is a line on blue-sky.
It squints for a smooch which my lips can't deny.

A Cockney Rhyme

I was haulin' a heavy load
Up the frog an' toad,
When down poured the pleasure an' pain
To my dismay.

Once home I received an' invitation
To a good ol' gay an' hearty!
I was promised plenty o' laughs,
Box o' toys an' lots of give an' take.
An' this was to last 
Til day's a dawning!
What will I take?
Can't go empty handed!
I Know,
I'll take pimple an' blotch.
Yeah!

But my friend told me this,
"Take this lump of ice...
If a bottle an' stopper should pass you by,
Tilt your head an' pretend to cry.
Tell him, "It's appalling to poor army an' navy
All over your borrow an' beg!"
It's a penny come quick! 
He'll think your crazy!
He'll roll his eyes an' send you on your way.
What d'ya think?
Are you yet to be?"
"Absolutely!" I replied
Laughing imagining such fun.

This certainly cheered me up no end.
Then, out came the ol' currant bun!

Berries In West Gippsland Scrub

When fishing is slow, there is time to think,
or I go for a walk, kneel down for a drink,
take note of the trees, the vines or a shrub,
exhibiting berries in - West Gippsland scrub.

Some of these berries I read I can eat.
The author’s description is juicy and sweet,
and quite edible if shove turns to push,
the berries I find in - West Gippsland bush.

There are plenty of words describing a taste;
why many a berry could go to waste.
Insipid, sour, bitter or mild,
aromatic, astringent, tart or reviled.

There’s red currant bush, yellow elderberry,
translucent green or a blue appleberry,
ripe kangaroo apple, black and raspberry, 
purple flax lily and pallid pink cherry.

So West Gippsland scrub grows one tasty treat!
When you’re looking for berries that you can eat,
but if I were you as you search and comb …
make sure you don’t leave, your lunch at home.

Blue- -

Skies above they are true 
aqua color spaces water you
Midland coastland views
sweetest shoots blueberry grapes tomatoes
 Damson,  Concord grape, 
Elderberry  Black currant, Plum,  Berry black,
Blueberry does true
swish of the wind sounds views 
Sound of you ripples in the waters true 
So drips and falls on the grasses do
Those the breeze in the summer do  
Also blue those tears 
You cry it flows out your eyes 
Your lips taste blueberry grapes 
And raisin 
When I am so sad 
My fears and depression seasonal changes 
From fall-winter 
From Summer spring 
My eyes,  my mind,  my heart vested so true
 awesome eyewitnessing
 BLUE .

Morning Glory

yolks dance in a pan
           toast swimming in currant jam
           coffee scents, how blest



           

            September 12, 2019

''O, How Heavenly''

With deep rich currant I will paint my lips,
or perhaps with purple raspberry gloss;
upon my lush scented lips his kiss drips,
and we will lay on the grass soft like moss.

O, how heavenly is cherry blossom,
or a dripping bouquet of verbena;
I just love it - because it is awesome,
and will dance- float like a ballerina.

In my small garden is airy sweet pea,
a mingle of scents sublime-  romantic;
have you ever just sat under a tree,
and just dream, dreams - of a love gigantic.
 
With deep rich currant I will paint my lips;
or perhaps with purple raspberry gloss.

________________________
July 2, 2019


Poetry/Sonnet/"O, How Heavenly"
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1163-662-02
All rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

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