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Lovers
Between the lines
a cleavage of thought
betwixt and between
round mammary spheres...
down the valley
the mount of olympus
vying with venus
that divine abode
Upward thrust
bearing down
lifting lunging
thrashing plunging
cries and moans of ecstasy
astride the thighs
lovers twine
inside outside
weeping banks
flanks of honey dew.
Now the point of exclamation
only the gentle soft gyration
round hipped rides
rhythmic slumber
aftermath of tidal flow
lapping lazy 'gainst the shore
bodies beached hunger spent
twice blessed; coupled coda
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Today Troubadour
Love burst open
at the seams
sings praises long and loud
angels of the skies
aura of the chosen -
Caught fast in the waves
where rocks reach down
amd more than sailors drown....
a raging storm
a sudden calm
extremes of heat
flush of cheek
though wan: a sensitif
a love lorn swan
lovely Leda
Venus borne of shell
bared Eve before damnation
Lovely Rita Meter Maid
Madonna, Warhol would have printed
as was Marilyn repeated....
The symbol, cypher, metaphor
the promo, pin up, superstar;
while underneath the heights of glory
a Valentine is sent to someone
just plain ordinary.....
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Balancing the Imbalance
Hiding from the sun
is hardship
losing many species
catastrophic
As human beings kill each other
They play war games in their leisure
Hunt their quarry in braying packs
Hurl abuse as they attack
Little wonder there's no future
in the food chain felling trees
climate's gone crazy cauing havoc
Is there no leadership without bribes
Where multinationals rule the skies.
Politics poach on hallowed ground
Parade their parts without pride
Deny the truth, endanger lives
Grab your money as their right
File the days into night
Pollute every breath we take
And staple need -
Advertise with special caution
Hypocrits on every side....
Little wonder there's no quiet as
Decibels overeach themselves
Pills and powder, rock and roach
Induce exuce the wonderful.
Maybe just once in two days time
A truce will sit on the plimsol line
Mark the level of capacity
Define the volume of veracity.
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Light and the Light -
paintings of Ruthstage
As stars splash on water/white
Spats on the beaches
Lighten dark tracks
Each country a colour range
Each climate pitching the tine
Whilst persons unknown
continue to stroll
in middle distance...
As a breeze moves the trees
Light plays hide and seek
Gently blinking and winking
Dappled days into night
Trail blazing through nature
Handling light as a torch
Precious stones on a keyboard
So golden the touch
As if Wordsworth had surfaced
In awesome expression
To enrapture and capture
Our reason for Being
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Love
What is love, but
the sad weet taste
of knowing...
a truth without an armour
to hide behind:
no words of weaponry
in self-defence...
a body bared in every sense
alive and quivering
resistant to the earthly circuit:
thus shocks abound
violent jolts of adjustment
- high peaks of frequency
to low troughs of energy....
the laws of attraction
and repulsion
- the magnetic poles of parity.
The winds will blow
and the sun casts shadows
- seasonal sport
for Gods and Kings
while we children
stumble headlong
(haunted echoes)
just toys and playthings,
fragile leaves
in Autumns arms -
held, then tossed
as so much lumber
flotsam floating
on the hard hard ground -
structures shredded
into driftwood -
yet love lifts her skirts
to every Spring.
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C is for Cancer
Cancer is a cunt of a word
Though convex in character
- An invader of property
Personal, the body -
Unbidden guest to be burned
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Even the word accounts for stress
Where its shadow casts much gloom
Gives a tumour prominence
Can spread and ravage, defile
Its host: gatecrashing and demanding
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Thinking all the time about cancer
And the thought of what it means
To all of us, each of us, one of us
Living with its dirty secrets
Finding out the do's and don't's
The many tests and scans
The treatment and the therapy
Side effects and legacy
The gallows humour and
The mood swings -
stark reminders of mortality
The short term day to day believing
The long term look ahead denying.
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Autumn's Grief
Leaves falling from the sky as bombs
The flight of summer and the refugee
Walking to and fro for peace
chanting less a Christmas carol -
Disasters drift into windy sockets
Crying eyes smoke filled blues
Not a case of grand finale
But the closing of the doors -
The reds and brown burn in pyres
The black and white negate the grey
Nature and the human race hasten
Hasten to expire.....
Budding hope can be green
As wishful thinking buries greed
As longing as one lone tree
Stands unclad but indestructible!
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911
There's me and There's You
And in Between
An Eye for an Eye
And the Avenger
There's Them and There's Us
And in Between
A No Man's land
With Blunderbliss
There's Fear and There's Trust
And in Between
A Jaundiced Eye
Hand on the Bible
There's Peace and There's War
And in Between
A Refuge in Flight
From Harm
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November 2001
Whilst Fighting For Peace
There's Mighty Fighting
Rights of Arms
And Oily Rigging
Unholy Alliance
In the Name of Gods
Warriors for Lords
The Lackeys Pain
Follow My Leader
Sheep to the Slaughter
Defy the Dictator
Succomb to torture
Riase that Flag
Of Whichever State
And Bloody the Cloth
torn into Pieces
Ignore Your Heart
And Beware of the Peril
Soldier of Fortune
No Medals to Mind
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The Climax
You asked me questions
with regard to climax -
where words are torrents
with semantic fluid
where feelings gasp across the slipway
and the height of the unattained is reached.
The cliff of consciousness
hangs but a moment
bucked beyond the brimming cup
- the overflow spills from the lip
mouthes the magic that is bliss
breaks the wind in directions kiss,
strokes the skin of passions face
races riots down Lucretias neck
laughs rhythms in a Samba swing
- You bit the apple
till the cheeks are red
- You draw the viper
to its fountain head
- You drink the nectar
from a Venus brew
We create the lotus life
where even poems pass away......
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