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Orange Peel

Stunted fingernails scrape back
the first slither of orange skin,
bounding a torrent of zest to spurt
into the royal keyhole of my soul,
stinging, watering - heartbreaking.

Reluctant, I remove the fruit’s shell
longing for a worthy distant aim
to splash upon an unwary significant,
instead, my citrus emotion’s reflected,
discarded, rejected - abandoned.

Eyes smarting – juice offends a single soul.
Pith concealed – surplus heart needs healing.

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Forget - Me - Not

Remember us; forget- me- not,
my lips now, liked severed petals.
Blossoms grew with every smile
then, our kisses became the nettles.

Remember us; as glory stems
and nostalgia frames our past.
One sigh, in time, and bittersweet
as memories between are vast.

Remember us; forget- me –not,
and now blossoms another rose.
Yet, as my wounds linger to heal,
your half of our flower grows.

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Four Leaf Clover

Those who argue with sheep,
are condemned to be black,
because controversy needs
an open mind. 
Odd innovations, 
forward of our time,
are emerging into our
brickwork today,
yet, we stand in yesterday.
In a liberated world,
individuality should be
as novel as vanilla, 
instead, it’s as rare,
as a four – leaf – clover.

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By the By

By-the-by ‘though come what may,
And merely flew those words astray,
Here and now ‘tis limp to I,
While your fervour is sooner wry.

Thou naïve still dote a ream,
So, birds quarrel about the stream,
Thus, in fine rely to loathe,
And defy no hint of betroth.

Does a cherub speak ones name,
Aside the courter but in vain,
Yes, me a bullion stone,
To bare foible within your bone.

Hush, this notion so inane, 
It ought not be of your pertain,
Be it Sabbath for dim eyes,
Then yearn for moonlight at sunrise.

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As Beads Scatter

As beads scatter in a
Nonchalant manner,
The synthetic droplets
Shift along the concrete.

In your supple rigid palm
Peer a couple more tears.
The pearls you had saved,
Like myself, a long time ago.

…Alike they are forsaken,
Baffled, taken to the ground,
Discarded by your blue eyes,
And broken by your hand.

Glass and I are common beings,
Fragile in your company,
Snapped by your affection,
Weeping, shattered by collision.

Away you tread, not only on soil,
Alas, I stitch up the pieces.

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Today

Today, 
As I was walking, 
I crushed a midge with my
Newly coloured lips –
The same lips I once kissed you with.
After a pondering second, I concluded,
I was mistaken; I should have kissed 
The blood sucking punkie
With passion instead…

Today,
The wind was brisk
Spraying dust into my eyes,
On the wings of death’s head hawk
It spurted burning floods…
But, the dampened; it soon dried,
And my tears were not for you.
Even if the irritation makes
Me squint for a while or more…

Today,
As I was eating
On a shaded wooden bench,
The insect military invaded my meal.
A good swat with a newspaper proved
Insignificant - just as the trampled ant was.
I imagined it was you, as the headlines
Hurtled from above, this time, 
You were helpless…

With modesty dear,
Let me apologise for my bitterness.
See, it is only my mood for 
Today…

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Manager

A pearl sneers 
over vanilla stones.

I need tutoring 
for the use of my limbs,
you presume.

Besides, arrogance 
drives the men wild,
and the wind…

A tarnished orb
amongst the rocks.

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Plumy Wine

Eyelashes caress my cheek,
-- your lips, do the same, on mine,
a pulsating taste, so sweet,
to contrast this plumy wine.

I over indulged, I fear,
a touch on my thigh -- one glance,
and cherubs are keen to play,
with this fairy tale romance.

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Musings of You

The moon appeared whole that night,
at rest, deep within your eyes,
unsure am I of the heavens now,

‘though musings of you stay.


Our lips became acquainted once,
fervour was in abundance,   
the season’s phase unrecalled,

‘though musings of you stay.


Honeybee tended to timid rose,
I, in your snug embrace,
winter winds almost forgotten, 

‘though musings of you stay.


Joyous faces on a frozen lake,
turn sour with pencilled lines,
nor are you, my love, faultless,

‘though musings of you stay.

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Tomorrow's For Sale

A tipped bottle on the windowsill 
next to the wine cascade,
overlooked by the half --
(empty) – moon.
The cat that painted autumn 
upon the trees, forgot me, instead, 
green turned straight 
into naked bark.

Yet, pleading for prestige is
ironic like a speech made
by a cartoon character.
It must be humoured 
like a neon kiss 
from a stranger,
and then discarded 
with the sketchy magazine.

Hushed away,
with the spilt fruit juices, 
mopped up by my
dirty smile
(hidden up my sleeve.)
Usually, I leave
the muddle for the morn’.
But, tomorrow is for sale.