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Orphaned Vows

ORPHANED VOWS

A solemn promise
Neglected and unfulfilled
Becomes an insult

So What

SO WHAT

Go to hell? No probs
Been there already
Came back intact
A few hot baths
A few clockticktocks
And good as new

As the bell rings
For the next round
And round and round
And round we go
Waving, smiling
See you there

Waving back

Smiling back

The Other Shoe

THE OTHER SHOE

Hark! A singing heart
A swallow … A butterfly
Awaiting an ear

Polling Day

POLLING DAY

You always did your best
From your own point of view
And who am I to judge
Beyond my point of view?

The Family Piano

THE FAMILY PIANO

Upstairs
There’s an old piano
You don’t try to play now
Too far out of tune
Painful to the ear

Some of the keys
Have got chipped
Some, if struck, produce
No more than a soft clunk
Of wood against faded felt
Its note missing completely
No go-between connection
Between finger and string

You cannot use it
You cannot give it away
It is too broken
Beyond repair
You are too ashamed
To even let others see it
You hide it away in a back room
One where no one ever goes
Not even to dust any more

Eternal Partners: Tanka

ETERNAL PARTNERS

We chewed the upbeat
Now it’s time for the downbeat
Look! … Amn’t I still here
Celebrating it for you
As this too passes away?

A Shapely Verse

A SHAPELY VERSE

I see you may be my kind of poet
I may be your kind – Who knows?

The future is just around the corner
We could explore – Become followers

We can unfollow – No damage done
Been there, done that, survived

Maybe you are my kind of poet
Or maybe I simply like the shape

A Gladdening

A GLADDENING

So another new day dimly dawns
Decked in chittering e-mails
But here comes it seems yours
For sure I tag it Personal tout de suite
Though not time yet to return the volley
For I am for my sins otherwise occupied
Smothered in oil, vinegar and mustard

So multimuch is out there … But the Truth?
Let’s be honest … If we dare
At root mainly much impersonal simplicity
Mainly simply words mimicking other words
They read somewhere sometime
In other words plagiarising
Acting out

But not yours
Dear one
Not yours
And so bless you
And all of any those
Who speak from the heart
Not as litany

Bless you
Bless you
Bless you thricely

There ‘E Goes (The One Note Samba) – (Republished)

THERE ‘E GOES (THE ONE NOTE SAMBA)

There are eight notes in the octave
(One of them recycles its name)
But then there are always those
Who only recognise one note
Repetitive and relentless

Me Me Me Me Me

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Frequently, my initial reaction to this type of person is one of revulsion. but then I sometimes pause for reflection and begin wondering what sort of pain, fear and insecurity this behaviour is concealing.

Listen

LISTEN

Advice from the heart
In all our interactions
We should be kinder

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