Long Chatterley Poems

Every February fourteenth,
(reference Gregorian Calendar see
High Middle Ages his Saints' Day)
which combs thee
day after morrow aye decree

Tweedledum and Tweedledee
mine near one and same
mean mein near best buddy
donning Harris tweed plus sundry
other manifold couture to express...

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What Intended To Be Praise Of A Cold Shower...
(became something else (tau welled), 
     and tolled at this hour).

Though hermetically sealed within
     this temperature
   ...

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It still hangs there,
		     there on the back of my door.

“Wa d’y lev ut thur?” I can hear you say 
in that Chatterley-esque accent of yours,
rippling through me.

“It’s so I can...

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The Gardener 

She’s twenty-three and he’s eighty-six
He walks with a Zimmer, she watches Netflix
He has a mansion and a Maserati car
She has her diamonds and uplifting bra

They have a gardener, Chatterley like
He calls her miss,...

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DAISY CHAINS
Chains of daisies evoke memories,
of H G Wells's Ladies Chatterley lover.
Of me out in the fields with my beloved.
O happy days, making daisy chains.

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RED CLOVER CHAINS
Chains of red clover evoke memories,
of we as a...

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"The Stories that Flow when Not Thinking" 

Collaboration 
in the corner 
with poets 
and lovers

well hidden
in the noise
of words 
not said 

mouths are 
moving
not 
speaking 

minds 
watch on 
watching 
stories 

unravel 

at the party
lines are...

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