Hippie

Envy in a bright blue dress,

Sways down the street, turning

The doll the child is holding,
Into trash.

The green plaid skirt –
Burberry,

Is useless in the wake of this drunk apparition.

And you deserve more,

Faster.

Stress, the suave gentleman in the red suit and orange,
Glinting cuff-links,

Plots his move.

Anger gathers dust around the
Isolated little girl, gathers

Whisper and,
Rumour,

Sets them chattering; I
Deserve better, I

Don’t see why I,
Cannot have that doll,

That she has, it’s,

Not fair to,
Make me wait,

In plain sight, of
It with the straight,

Hair,
That’s over there,

With her,
Demon!

I will find my flip flops and search you out,
And give you a large, brown flower!

Published in: on August 14, 2017 at 10:28  Leave a Comment  
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“…And For This Reason…”

Add to faith, goodness;
To goodness, knowledge;
To knowledge, self-control;
To self-control, perseverance;
To perseverance, clean intention;
To this intention, brotherly-kindness, and
To brotherly-kindness, love.

No-one understands me.
No-one appreciates me.
You never listen.

You never say, “I love you.”

Yet in the cool spaces between impressing others and,
Being pleasant to God, how

Are you?
How am I? And,

Then I know,

How wonderful it is,
To ache to be pleasing to God.

-2nd Peter 1:5-7-

*Photo* – Personal

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Published in: on August 2, 2017 at 03:42  Leave a Comment  
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The Rat Only Comes When You Don’t Have A Stick To Kill It.

A stitch in time saves nine.

Strike whilst the iron is hot.

Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, rage
Against the dying of the day, put

Your eggs in one basket,
Scrambled, and

When you rattle a snake expect a bite.

Enough.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

A bird in hand is worth two in the bush, two
Peas in a pod –

Tomorrow never comes.

Diamonds are forever.

Nations rise and fall on words, and
We can afford to speak good.

Ak.

Can’t you take a joke?
I was being sarcastic!

Yeah.

I ‘ain’t paying a penny for your thoughts.
Even a farthing.

I’m not laughing with you,
Laughing at others,

I’m not.

Here,
Say something kind.

A stitch in time saves nine.

♦PhotoPersonal

Mathew 12:37 – “For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned.”

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Published in: on August 1, 2017 at 23:04  Leave a Comment  
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Counting Lovers

Cheese occurs at night,
Counting lovers, Gerald

Jason,
Daniel,

Some guy at the Holiday Inn,

Leonard,
Han,

Rolf,
Keshavjii,

Simon,

Like that, they
Say a healthy lifetime has ten to twenty,

Lovers.

Photo – Self

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Published in: on May 21, 2017 at 18:15  Leave a Comment  
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Dying is the first race

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Never mind Lawyers,
Children with no mouths,

Never mind Inspiration,
Write Now.

 

 

Photo – ♦Personal♦

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Published in: on January 29, 2017 at 18:15  Leave a Comment  
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Tea-time in the sun with friends

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Imagine all those who have to swallow pills;
One a day,

Everyday for every illness,
-and sometimes just

For age, they don’t

Taste good in,
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday packets-

Bitter pharmaceuticals to make you better,

Those that do it with smiles,
Yellow,

And creaking bones and gorgeous flannel;

Respect their furrowed brows and dimpled cheeks, their
Trick of light, their

Twilight years,
Respect your elders now.

Photo – Shitsugane

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Published in: on December 13, 2016 at 11:50  Leave a Comment  
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Refugee

 

Gay, homosexual, inter-racial, relationships

Smelly in the corner,
On a black,

Leather sofa,

We speak he and I with oiled bodies, we
Recline at will,

With silver-lined laptops,
With morning beer in,

Plastic cups, ice-cream
Tins, we

Touch minds gently across thrusting porn-stars,
He and I, and we

We will make it happen,
Perhaps,

Emigrate,

Fiddle with love beyond borders, have
Sex in public,

Don’t laugh,

Book an hotel room in an Islamic country,
Without scrutiny,

Hold hands in an African one, do
Battle in Mississippi.

(more…)

Published in: on November 28, 2016 at 11:47  Leave a Comment  
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Death in a foreign land

Betty

 

Charge woman,
Through life, take it all away
Charge, man,

Pretty poet, write it down,
When was the last time you looked at a lover,
In the sand,

Swam with sting rays,
Over African boys asleep with pink men,

Charge woman, stagger drunk,
Through the pavements,
Outside home,
Under the lights by the stoop,

Bring it home, the suitcase in the corner full of,
Yellow memories,

And typewriters.

 

 

Published in: on March 22, 2016 at 07:34  Leave a Comment  
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Loosing our minds

 

Righteousness, Relationship, Time, Alzheimers

I am right.

You may say that I am not, but
I have,

Demanded love and,

You,
Are wrong.

Black and blue and red hummingbird, I
Know what I am saying, you

Left the kids again,
And we argue,

Tall as bamboo we,
Kill each other,

Taking long hours to,
Identify precisely who left the faucet running,

Forgetting the long, yellow grass of home –
I am right,

You never listen, and that’s the problem
Left,

It says so on the map.

Fold your wings.
Concede.

Allow the dull,
Green mother

Her time at the till

 

Picture       ♦Space Shuttle Challenger Crew♦

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We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and “slipped the surly bonds of earth” to “touch the face of God.” – Space shuttle challenger-

 

Published in: on January 21, 2016 at 09:02  Leave a Comment  
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Street-walker

God and Folly

It is raining outside.

I am reminded that,
Rain has rhythm.

Rhythm has heart-beat,
A beat, a

Rat-a-tat-tat,

Every city has its gangsters, its’
Street corners, its

Unbelievers, every

Heart has its beat, and
Every beating heart, its’

God,

Where folly is a pink bear,
An African American,

A bionic car round the bend,
Sunlight at last,

Caught,
In the hair,
Of the joggers,

In the difference it makes to,

Walk with a friend,
For a mile or a minute,

Healing,
Not everywhere is fear.

♦photo♦ Laurieanichols Scenes from New York in January

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Published in: on January 5, 2016 at 05:48  Leave a Comment  
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We don’t dance anymore

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We don’t dance anymore,
And it happened so quickly.

We sold our souls on the galactic market,
For peanuts.

The Earth recovered though, its
Nature.

We sold everything to be together,
We did, and

Life happened.

This far down the line, we’re all that’s left and
You still are,

The most beautiful thing about me.

♦Photo:  Mary Pendergreene

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Published in: on November 4, 2015 at 08:24  Leave a Comment  
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Neon Light

On skin,
Artificial light reflects differently,
Than it does off of glasses raised in toast,
And no matter how loud you are, you cannot escape the sound of your own voice.
Even when traveling faster than the speed of sound.
As the case may be.

Neon moves over skin like skin has a retort and,
Plastic is just plastic.
Bombastic.

The notion that we are the biggest, fastest race in the Universe,
Will be overtaken by events,
Or Love,
As the case may be.

We will live alongside silver sided computers that keep their,
Personalities, even,
As we conjure them by,
Voice Activated Command,

As the case may be.

Tortoises rummaging around,
In Autumnal leaves,
Will be judged the same way.

I don’t mind, do you?

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Published in: on September 10, 2015 at 11:41  Leave a Comment  
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