Monthly Archives: February 2014

the judge

have you ever prayed, bowed,
head to ground. have you
written yet another note
regarding disorder.

here are the paintings, in awe
they wonder, and know not
the artists’ names. there are alms
and offerings.

remember the boy spread out,
cruciform.

you looked without apprehension.

i cried subtle tears.

this is the cathedral.

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23. slick.

he says it is the word.

they will remember.

i will remember them all,
tidy, kind, white table cloths,
napkins, the favourite
picture.

i will remember you,
work out your age
every year. the wind blows.

all beautiful faces. the friends.

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interference

they will send a new one,
the music will come
through, replacement,
so it will be rated
highly.

one leg rides up. leaving
the other leg longer,
looking some what
silly.

the top is lost somewhere,
a tee shirt will do.

skin is clear, the birds are singing,
no interference here..

facts

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sounds

words can be long,
as in bone,
and the soul,
oppose.

or hard, as in
can,
kite and ketchup.

this, us, miss
is hissy
as in fit.

unfortunately
there is no evidence
that the bards
had their own alphabet

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new post

it is post 582
here,
despite the ones
lost,
some time
ago.

we are
building
a
new world here.

of earth with heaven.

on earth.

the witness came,
declared he may be wrong,
mistaken, incorrect.

like me.

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gift

nuns

strange habit, breakfast at lunch.

strangle collars that hold, strangles
the voice into trebles. trinity
meaning three.

we fought the way from darkness,
into light, birds singing early
without the need, of alarms.

he said it was raining there.
here it was not.

now it is.

there are nuns in dolgellau.

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alarm

the circle

joined the circle, like it.

words are strewed, chewed,
suggestions made to change
things for the better.

maybe it is laziness or harder
work, that leaves well enough
alone. small child
playing.

having tried to change much,
words are left as they fell.

joined the circle. i like it.

sbm.

silence. engedi

:: old blanket ::

I watch the blanket breathe,
hope it will never stop.

white, cellular, keeping warm,
the one I love, so vehemently.

scares me, this intensity of feeling,
that never stops,

and continues when the blanket lays quiet……

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this mothth

is gone, i will look for it later.

it died in death, laid it gently
in the bathroom, on the soap
box, moving it only when the
ceiling leaked. we have had
some weather.

the pears soap box, has no moth
now, never mind, i shall search gently
in the light.

of day.

sbm.

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