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As the ghosts crowd in my memories entangling me in webs of melancholy, I drown in moods of desperate remorse and can't find any way out of my troubles but to stay there stalwartly and deal with them and so get through the muddy lot by simply wading down in it up to my neck and further, to be able then to concentrate on you, my love and inspiration and my source of life, at ...

Sadness drowns me as I cannot reach you while my only comfort is that you exist somewhere out there but within reach, as in spite of distances unbridgeable we seem to understand each other simply by not speaking the same language, as indeed in love no language is essential but the enigmatical consensus of the souls enshrined and sealed in silence as if the supreme protection was the perfect quietness. But who can understand such ...

My breathing is a heavy monotony in my shrivelled age. And dreams are still fluttering in my thoughts stage. Though I shoulder a path in hardship in relentless quest, Mired in failure, as the harder begets the hardest. O. Merciless wilful wolf of intangible black time, Years of women and men sail in the lake of your crime, In silence voyage to their graves in cold earth, All of them are dreams remains since my ...

from imaginary conversations with my grandfather -         a snapshot of my great grandmother, Eliza, and the horrors of war. In her flint-walled cottage your mother braces bowed shoulders searches dresser drawers retrieves her blacks, hands shaking. Off the village green the old church steeple trembles in its timbers and reeded stone bells tolling, cracked clock face stopped. And still, across the Channel, the maw-trenched killing fields continue to open and swallow. Open and swallow ...

(after Mr Bleaney by Philip Larkin) ...

an old silly one but I felt I ought to post something ...

We called our vessel the   David Robert Jones. A time of travelling, esoteric and distanced from others. Bodies without borders, boundaries blurred by betrothal. You told me a mariner's tale of two and their tangible, yet, futile future. Life based on oblique sailing strategies and the fear of seeing a mermaid. Folklore guiding a doomed ship close enough to land, but far enough away to never see it again. And somewhere,  out there, a relationship ...

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oI lived in Damascus, and that was wrong. Though it was a gift; I was surely too young, To understand how close windows utter love from beyond dust, Or to own friends everywhere with a simple smile of trust, With men and women at entrances and shy beauty behind windows with curious eyes; Or in indoors shouts of children and criticism of the old, tricky and wise, Or to love a city, silent walls and ...

Rhymes fall cold upon the floor… blind they run beyond my saddened pen to pause, lost upon the page that shuns their touch. Those words, new born unused redundant ink has cast away ...

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I so want to live in an old remote house Where my only company, is a small single mouse We could live our lives - just as we please And drink river water and share hunks of cheese. I’d talk to him, telling him about my whole life The good and bad times, the fun and the strife He’d sit and he’d listen but not understand Why often I’d sit with my head in my ...

My world is full of puddles Each one a memory that I keep Their water it is very cold Their water is so deep It's my mind that's making puddles That lay scattered on the floor I try to navigate around them But my mind keeps making more Should I close my eyes and feel my way And then hope for the best? My mind laughs at the thought of this Has my head set ...

I’m a champion boxer I’m the king of the ring I don’t fear my opponent I don’t fear anything I hear the bell sound At the start of the fight And I know I shall win By the end of the night My challenger starts fast And goes on the attack But I smile through my gum shield As I start hitting back It’s too easy for me And my eyes scan the crowd And ...