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Tender is Maximum
I usually lose myself through dance It blinds the world That tries to hurt me But my dances are not familiar But those of everyday movement To Run To Walk To Stand Still To Turn my Head To Lift my Arm These are my invisible weapons
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It is a Form of Democracy I Suppose
I have written many poems Some of which might be considered a mess But I never delete these poems And give them the same house room as my finest poems It is a form of democracy I suppose
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The Purple Plain
Stand for a while on the purple plain And your sad thoughts will vanish Never to return Choose Life Again and Again and Again
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Spitfire
Swooping out of the sun I should say like a bird of prey But I dislike this sentiment With the familiar sound Of your ancient engines Entertaining the beach below How lovely you are Is this a good line As I am treating you Like a beautiful woman Can mechanical things be beautiful This is […]
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In Bed with Sappho
I am in my bed Sappho is next to me The young sun Is blazing Through our sea window There is a lot of poetry In the world today
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Time Travel
You may forget but let me tell you this Someone in some future time Will think of us Who said that Sappho The poet Yes I do not want to be rude but what has this to do with our mission and time travel Everything and nothing First of all the quote is the […]
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A Spiritual Walk
As I walked barefoot across Marke Wood I was stopped for a short while The beauty of the day had overwhelmed me Pantheism identifies God with the universe And today was a manifestation of this doctrine A dog then barked in the distance and broke my thoughts I continued my journey across the dew damp […]
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Caron in Bath
You were wearing a pure white shirt And vivid red summer slacks The memorable buildings of my city Were half bathed in a golden light How I adore the colours of your summer May 31st 2021
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End of Day
I left the beach when the afternoon was less than four hours old The sea breeze has cooled although the mature sun was still high bright and warm As I walked towards towards the small row of coastal shops that faced the sea I felt that the day had run its course and that I […]
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Sacred USA
Ana I have a green bicycle and I ride it through the summer fields so that I may become invisible Tim That is all very well but I have never met Clement Ana Clement Tim Your bicycle Ana My bicycle is not called Clement Tim What is the […]