​​Me

 

The chat of a giraffe

A black and white chameleon

The wholeness of a half

A Latin perihelion

The humourless hyena

The eyesight of a bat

The lemons in Ribena

The whiskers of a gnat

The ethics of a snake

The recall of a fish

The fatness of a rake

The substance of a wish

The IQ of a lobster

The stillness of a shark

The law-abiding mobster

The bite worse than the bark

A frowning Mona Lisa

Picasso without paint

The upright Tower of Pisa

Or Pauls without the Saint

 

I am all these things and less

I have nothing to confess

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Imagining the Impossible

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I tried to imagine the impossible

I thought of the outer reaches of the universe

Formed by small bungalows

Tears of sand

Blown by the winds of emotion

Richard Nixon, naked, in sandals, with an erection

 

And then you died 

And my imagining died with you

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Patience​

 

She has lost patience with me.

Her arms fold, a foot taps.

In her eyes I see perhaps

Something

dwindle

and die

Replaced by resignation

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Two Poem​

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We lose as much
As we allow

The softest touch
That brings relief 
To care-lined brow

The tenderness
That slips away
To acquiesce
To failed belief
And shadow play

The casual ease
And laughter shared
The wish to please
Without behest
And thoughts compared

To touch in wide
Blue window eyes
The who inside
Now manifest
In hurt disguise 

And to miss
Now
The moment
That leaves us​

Speechless with intimacy

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Water Poem

 

Drink lots of water!

You know that you oughta 

Just think of your daughter

And what you have taught her

Now if you have caught a

Cold you can slaughter

The bugs with some water

And drugs. Give no quarter!

Protect your aorta

And swallow some water

Instead of some sorta

Beer made with malt. A

Dose of Cole Porter

Along with some water

Can be the transporter

To mystical thought. A

Sure way to alter

Your life is with water

You'll be a disporter

A joyful cavorter!

For apes on Gibraltar

Or those found at court, a

Good snorter of water

Is the sine qua noughta

There's no need to palter

This could have been shorta​​

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Lecture On Nothing

 

I am here

and there is nothing to say.

If among you are

those who wish to get

somewhere

let them leave at

any moment.

What we require

is

silence.

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Give any one thought

a push

it falls down easily

but the pusher

and the pushed

produce

that entertainment

called

a discussion

Shall we have one later?

Or

we could simply decide

not to.

Whatever you like.

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But now

there are silences

and the words

help make

the silences.

I have nothing to say

and I am saying it

and that is

poetry

as I need it.

This space of time

is organised.

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We need not fear these silences

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Match

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"Therein lies a monster”

He thought as he looked at her head

“The vacuum of space’

She thought as she looked at his

She remembered their first kiss

And the slight taste of sick in his mouth

He couldn’t remember their first kiss for certain;

There had been several women at the time

She remembered their first date

It was a football match

He remembered their first date

Spurs had lost