Shared Sumer of an Old poet

Shared Sumer of an Old poet

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An old poet sat at the end of the Pier
feet dangling over the aged wood
with the night drawing to,
clad with redden clouds an rains a due

A notepad is being scribbled worn
from an antique fountain pen the ink a purpled hue, an letter formed
as art itself like an incantation

He draws out from a pocket
a battered silver flask, from which
he puts to his lips and drink consumes
the liquid of his…

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Somedays I just don’t feel happy

Somedays I just don’t feel happy

Horse 2

Well on a relaxing walk down our country lane disaster(near) happend. I droped my 200mm canon L lens, happened before only this time it wont focus under 2m, so the walk turned less relaxing after that.

I have had a look but cannot unscrew it – darn, oh well will have to see how it goes as I still have a very nice macro lens for close work.

At lest the horse was looking relaxed :D

Horse 1

Horse 2

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Wander

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I am often, wont to open plod
where gleaming dews do clasp
on the top of the greenest grass
with thinking tilled, an even shod

Here on this glory’d morn
in the county, I was reborn
I’d gather my energy spawn’d
till a thought is newly fawn’d

Walking on this cushioned earth
full of cheer and laden’d mirth
pick a path, through woods to plough
and utmost, no sadness would I allow

Letting the spring…

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Blank Screen

I sit here watching my computer screen.
I think of dreams and other night time things
And I wonder if Saints walked though my mind.
Would the holy run down my spine.

The screen continues in its blankness
I muse over the engineer, who put together,
All the cooper tracks, like some over zealous jigsaw,
Could he understand why I keep it off.

If the divine sat down at my chair,
What would they look…

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Garden

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Tonight the moon came not to stop
in my nightly vision slot
but the stars gleamed so well
and in the evening do dwell

With the courtesy of my greeting
chairs convened to this meeting
and in the air, not too brisk
I blew a friendly upward kiss

In my head, I pondered words
that could have flown with the birds
but all are perched and safe
leaving me, here to pace

Then my turn it is to retire
and…

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I would like to make fun

I would like to make fun

I would like to make fun
of some poets out there
it’s not so much that I except the dead flies to return
or the lack of water in the urn
to generally bother me

maybe its because I know the evenings will get hotter
but its the fly paper, which reminds me
how it is that some stick to your writing

I would still like to make fun of some poets out there
but it is just these visual reminders that I see

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Generally clothes speaking

I haven’t worn my shirts for a week
I lack the conviction to iron them creases
So they hang on the wardrobe, outside squinting
one is grey the other white, but that’s not important
It’s the creases that bother and that’s their situation
Skinny shirts all alone, but skinny jeans with creases
are almost fashion

It will be spring in March soon and I would enjoy
just wearing a T-shirt with grey skinny…

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I Shift

Originally posted on Who Dreams Me Right:

I light up exhale shift to the left the sun lights up the smoke through two panes like the wing tip of Gabriel is that where my soul resides in between two panes getting into the bath my mind turns to God this is my church closest I get till more solid proof is offered in a postal flyer which could well be recycled anyway I think again how Gabriels…

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I Shift

I light up exhale shift to the left the sun lights up the smoke through two panes like the wing tip of Gabriel is that where my soul resides in between two panes getting into the bath my mind turns to God this is my church closest I get till more solid proof is offered in a postal flyer which could well be recycled anyway I think again how Gabriels wingtips glisten like sharpening axes for that…

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Taller

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I want to be 8 feet tall
with a solid Square
Jaw

Like Judge Dread
a demonised lawman

I want to drink whiskey
and dine fine
so long as Mephistopheles

Pays all the bills

Gun slinging an’ 8 Feet tall
taller and meaner than
Clint Eastwood

Writing to David Niven
about old dead charm
and the death of chivalry

Death and chivalry

Like old brave tail gunners
on their last foray

Or a television cop
about to…

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