Another sun
Brings another day
But the day before
Has not at all begun
No one ever nears the End
And another sun
May mean another day
But everything before
Has not just washed away
The banks of memory
Store and hold
A merciless monster,
Big and bold
Chilling your heart,
Making it cold
Memories
Untold
Early morning
Before the dawn
Neither of us a good sleeper
Dog prowling around
Giving pause to touch
Nothing frantic
Just a caress or two
Maybe go butt to butt
She’s small
I’m tall
Erotic on the perimeter of marriage
Rising, time to walk the dog
Just outside the top end of the city
lays a long, woodland pathway.
It used to be a railway line,
once upon a time
all the metal tracks,
wooden sleepers and stones
are long gone now
yet they left the old workmen’s
house brick huts
-dotted here and there-
still standing, amongst the foliage.
Homeless folk who sleep in clearings
amongst the trees in the summer
use them to hide from the rain.
There is even a 20ft apple tree
growing by the side of one of them
(Free food and vitamin C)
People walk their dogs along this path
and halfway along it joins the river
and continues to then run along side it.
The branches have joined overhead
and in some sections it is just like
walking through a tunnel of trees.
There are rabbits, foxes, owls, buzzards
and all manner of other wildlife to be seen.
It is beautifully peaceful, tranquil
and a tonic for the soul, I believe.
A five minute walk the other way
is the anxious madness of crowded people,
herds of headaches and hangovers,
the traffic and mayhem of fast clocks,
rush, panic and late appointments.
Whilst here I have nothing but time
to reflect gentle and happily ponder
as I watch and observe a Grey Heron
below fishing patiently the waters edge.
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It’s soft
But not too soft
You’d like it
Picturing you on the porch
Wearing it
Sipping a flat white
Wishing I were there
To kiss away a little foam
on your upper lip
AC on
2 cold
Thinking Vixen
Heat moderating
Lust lying in the balance
Waiting
For the frost to melt
Steamy daydreams
Just right
Yin on Yang
Whispers in the dark
Esoteric
You didn’t think this from me
It’s okay
New directions
Are we there yet?
Birds on a wire
Snakes in the grass
Like unto like
Each unto its own
A bottle for the wino
Silence for the monk
Neon dreams for the artist
Dark nightmares for the politician
Truth for the seeker
Ignorance for the fool
A time for everything
A seed for each new season
Clouds in the blue sky
Scum in the murky pond
A kiss between lovers
A knife in the side
Signs of synchronicity
Warnings of perilous doom
A Renaissance for America
A downfall of the Empire
Order in the evolution of mindfulness
Chaos in the stagnation of misperception
Like unto like
Each unto its own
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Sometimes it’s like a sack of coal
to your breaking back
other times like a heartful
of joyful flower petals.
Boredom yawning stupidly
whilst sat in your lap,
depression whittling
concentration down to nothing,
anxiety kindling the touch paper
awaiting impatiently at each nerve-end.
Bear trap jaws of addiction, so bitter sweet,
the emptiness of loss
and the laughing weathercock of madness.
The unpleasantness of sickness,
healing hands of love and kisses,
the catchy smiles which explode and multiply.
The whimsical nonsense of spontaneity
and the beautiful adrenalin of enthusiasm.
Each day, upon awakening
is a delicate balancing act,
the morning scales swing manically
whilst compass-ing their daily bearings.
It’s a crapshoot, my Dear, a gamble
with much to both win or lose,
for we’re all bearing a burden
each moment of this strange life.
The Sunnyside of the street in your mind
is the best port in the storm
to tentatively tread
your first thoughtful step upon.
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For years afterward, the children would remember
their visit to the planetarium with great fear. They were
enthralled by streams of stars stretching across a
vast dome of sky. Only the brochure frightened them.
“Welcome to Mauna Kea Observatory on the Island of Hawaii.
You have never before stood so close to the stars.
Throughout the night, telescopes will be pointed at
various objects in the sky. You may see nebulae, clusters,
comets. You may feel lightheaded, short of breath.
Be sure to dress warmly. Do not drink alcohol or overeat.
If you are recovering from a doomed love affair; if you
are pregnant or trying to be; if you are prone to fits of
ecstasy or delusions that you can fly; if you’ve been diagnosed
as irrational, flighty, or strange; if people call you bi-polar,
please think twice before proceeding further.
“If your children are under age 11, please delay their
visit until they reach puberty. You may visit the snack bar
and gift shop in the lobby.”
“If you wish to climb to the summit, do so at your own risk.
Mahalo and enjoy your visit!”
“That’s bull,” said the father. “Walk right up, children. Up to
the stars.”
Yellow and green
in place of black
A heart
in place of coal
Friendship
in place of treachery
Water
in place of wine
Oxygen
in place of smoke
Health and happiness
in place of sickness
Life and love
in place of cancer
Truth and honesty
in place of false hope
A song
in place of silence
Order
in place of chaos
Today
in place of the past
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I’m not sure what these lights mean.
Do I go forward, or back?
Or have I already passed through?
Your eyes are mysterious in the half-light
I’m running
In