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Shimmering

I walked with heavy childish feet
Where galaxies of white Chervil towered
And asphalt ribbons did dance on air
dividing fields of early summer flowers

On that shimmering Tournant road
from Tynte Park cross to an iron hill
Blossoms in the June sunshine
staying so silent and peacefully still

Before me each cheating rise  
a false promise to a child alone
With five shillings spent on a silver toy
to shoot black crows on my way home

Granite walls of the graveyard now behind
my burning feet soon rest on cooler slate
I will listen to the Stanley's hiss
and boil its sap with the last of that good light

I'd listen to the gentle swing, tick and tock
struggling to keep time on those balmy nights
While shadows eventually bury her black clock
As moths gather about her death stained light

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Red Indians

Red Indians

We'd fall like Red Indians dying
in that tall fragrant summer grass
Small bellies weaving in and out
with exertion of bloody battle past

Or a ladybird might catch your eye 
while conflict fades in a midday sun
the world might grow perfectly still
scented in a child's dreams and fun

I remember now the heat of hands
and transient soft warrior bow
Excited screams fading on red lips
the peeling bark on twig and bough

The shouts of anxious mothers
our pleading, disappointed reply
Cotton white shining clouds
sounds of play beneath purple sky 

Tonight we will sleep in candied dream
crows feather lying on our bedroom floor
Tomorrow we will fight our lifelong foe
child soldiers in the fields of war.

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I'M Leaving Eventually

I'm Leaving (eventually)

I'm going to leave the planet 
never coming back
wave you all a quick goodbye 
as I vanish into black

Traverse the great elliptic 
skipping the asteroid belt
on past the rings of Saturn before 
you'll even know I'd left

Uranus, Neptune, Kuiper belt 
ignoring Pluto as I fly
on through the icy-bound Ort cloud 
waving at Voyager as I cry

Among the constellations 
sail my spaceship unafraid
with my spaceman headphones 
listening to your whinging fade

And when at last, there's silence  
not the smallest peep
time will stop my mind grow quiet 
I might finally sleep

But if I woke in my bed 
and that was all a dream
I'd be awfully sad, disappointed 
in the very extreme

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He Clapped For Us All

He Clapped For Us All

he could clap like it hurt his pink palms,
regarding us with sacred consideration 
promises, words, meaningless, bland,
creations for every special occasion,

words waving like proud embattled flags
and he might rub noisy skin on cold hands,
like desiccated snakes in brown paper bags,
before describing some special acquaintance 

yes, confabulations will fly to beat the band
and I, a child, supposed he smelled like laundry,
this holy man privy to the grand plan 
with his coal tar soap, 
black shoes so polished for Sunday

and we will sing like we mean it
sing with a singular
sing in the plural
sing for life, for death
sing against roof and wall
we sing, wise and fool
while he clapped for us all

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Bats On the Barrow

Bats on the Barrow


When gravel grows quiet on the tow path 
the light intrudes on the town
Horse Chestnut's grow so dark
as the old stone bridges great span

Crows hold conference in tall trees 
children abandon town parks
Then swallows take one last look
before the bats appear in the dark

Swooping monkeys on string
roller coasters suspended in air
little teeth with leather like wings
you'll definitely see one down there

And under the echoing span
moths like fools joyfully spin
Yet they are only killing time
Their game over before it begins

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The Travellers Promise

The Travellers Promise

I will wander from the path
enter the wild wood
deliberate in that great unknown
Not ever look back
draw my fingers over kind bark
inhale a thousand things
and thread there lightly 
in silent respect 
Listening carefully 
to the breath, the song of the wind
I will fear no shadows 
or long forgotten histories
nor change my way 
nor alter course 
nor regret

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Stabilisers

Stabilisers

An arm like knotted oak holding
me 
I'm rocking the bars to and fro
stabilisers undone
now clicking and clicking 
expansion joints 
on grey pavement
yer alright he says
keep going
keep going
a wall a tree
racing to meet me
yer all right he shouts
And now I stop, look back
he's not there and I'm an old man
old man without training wheels

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Noisy Little Monkey

Noisy Little monkey

Techno junkie, clever monkey
Australopithecine
Habilis in magic mist
Little Lucy's dream

Swingers in city sky
Homo erectus being
sunlit opposing thumbs
sad bipedal thing...

Flint knapper back stabber
rapping dancer man 
tippers, dark skin tappers
ancient mountain clans

Neanderthal folk dying oak
river crashing sounds 
rumbling in that stormy pass
above ancestral ground
 
Searching warming grass
Silent monkeys dared 
Invented gods of love and fear
hung them in the stars

Remember fingers in winter corn
Oh warriors of the plain long lost
Sapient kings of a dying earth
just shadows in approaching dusk

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Death of a Friend

The Death Of A Friend

Words vibrating 
among the drum beat of life
millions upon millions flow
without ebb 
Tapping, insistent, dissolving
distant hissing 
internally humming 
without end
from child then grown 
then old
now hushed 
silence around the bed
Prelude sinking 
silent waiting listening
There are children outside
like cymbals crashing, 
But here no more songs 
no more farewell
but a beat slowly
Slowly, slowly gone

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Rubbish Poem, Do Not Read

Gonna improve my poetry
gonna dispense with stupid rhymes
I'll never again force it together
instead I'll write those random lines

It's suppose to be all modern
avant garde sort of thing
concentrating just on “feelings”
keeping it concise, with well, zing!

But to be perfectly honest
I'm finding it hard to do
You see, for me, rhyming
well... its really my literary glue

But I promise to do my best
be conscious of bad habits
analyse my lines so very closely
and change them where I can