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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Grit

Grit. Tear me off a strip of your thoughts number one to yesterday' It will be a bandage to support my ailing loyalty' Or something to wrap around the sentiments that have lain scattered. Half blooming rosebuds that need constant attention' Blame gratification, which was pre-ordered it never came. I... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

More about those dear Milkmaids

There’s never enough Milkmaids. I called hello and I saw a bow In what one would call a small hollow. It was such a pretty little thing. But that could mean just anything. I have no secrets I could share But the little milkmaids underwear made me think of creamy milk Well it would to someone of my... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Guard Duty

Guard Duty. Ok, Ok, this is not meant to be extraordinary. It just appeals to some small element of nature As if an old oak tree has suddenly been covered Not with green leaves but crimson blossom. Hardly surprising in the circumstances. to be blown swiftly from reality was a decisive move It must... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

THE HARD SELL

The hard sell. So this is it I sit in a hard chair and eventually, get shaken by the hand Shaken but not stirred as yet as I am ushered into the inner sanctum. This is like going to the dentist with no pain attached if you can understand I suppose the approach is friendly we do a few ear jokes but... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Well someone asked for it

7-41 Due too the terrific response to my memoirs. If I can remember where I left off Begin Now I have made an appointment to see an anthologist Of course I do not mean that I mean a hearing specialist When one is young and believes oneself to be something Well different obviously to the old bag of... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 20, 2010

This is really boring, but then what is boring.

A something to write about, Sniff,sniff it is Saturday we poke our heads out to see What freedom is available today it is our anniversary Are you trying to talk yourself into a poem.’ Not really.’ I don’t feel like poking my heads through this cloud you see. I know these faces well that’s not much... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

The old poems

! r i The Cotswold Hills We dance with the girls on a Cotswold hill. As the young boys stand and stare And paper organs churn, and spill Sweet notes o'er Primrose Fair. Now here, when a girl sees fit to wed, And her young man's prospects bright, She offers him an apple red, And whispers, "Take a... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Very old poems

SECOND BABY The small cruel pain demands, and cries, There I have lain with Mummy, soft and hot. Now muffled murmuring, tall strangers pass, And clothes piled on my cot. A tall lady looks down on me and laughs, I put my hands up to my eyes. "He's jealous," she says. But I won't look, No matter what... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

A poem written when I was twenty -five.

Time I wonder if I’ll e’er recapture Those sweet and hazy days of rapture When once I walked along the street The crowds tripped by on dancing feet. Head in the clouds towards my goal I grinned at every greeting droll, And felt such fierce wonderment So safe, one of the crowd content. The moon that... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 16, 2010

The Vase.

The Vase Once or twice like summer flowers A broken vase no longer spills the living water, dusty hours hold the thought that often chills. Perhaps we did not meet in spring There was no reason to compare That which could be offering love instead of what was there. A broken vase just cannot hold the... Sign in to see full entry.

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