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The patterns of the speech are free for all

The absolute distinction of our tongues As if a boundary is a metal wall That idealised separation must be wrong As we near the edges of our land The patterns of the speech are free for all No absolute distinction … Continue reading

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I am by shapes and colours now bewitched?

I thought my wardrobe adequate or rich A coat or two, some boots and woollen skirts But now the shapes have changed, the colours mixed Am I by shapes and colours quite bewitched? Will my being out of fashion hurt? I … Continue reading

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The trinity of love is God  and also man

I heard your radio  playing Chopin then I ‘d put it by your chair, the memory’s clear I know  I will play Mozart, lovely one I ache to feel your presence since you’ve gone The string quintets float to my … Continue reading

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Surrender to the otherness of all

Tact and subtle actions  create life Assertive force destroys  another’s soul To the High and  Holy One, we’re wife. The way we go seems but a throw of dice Yet destiny will beckon, though we crawl Tact and subtle actions … Continue reading

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Her smile outdid my wish to be cut off

Her smile out-did my wish to be cut off To hide inside a cupboard or a box While I drowned in pathos and old wrath I  had  been by cruel storms well tossed Measured by the demon’s  ticking clocks Her … Continue reading

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Make the kettle shy

You don’t need to wear a watch today Your phone’s so smart it tells the exact time Now it’s time to make the kettle pray. You won’t need to go to Mass, Sunday Stay in bed and sleep, is that a … Continue reading

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To narrow is to do what Satan knew

The first poet was the one who found the new Perception without wish to change what’s seen With wider focus showing different views Mostly we see what we wish to do A goal, a task, expectation not a dream The … Continue reading

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The affect of his choice.

How can it be he is no longer here? How can it be I do not hear that voice His presence haunts me  from his  battered chair Though I  have  money and no needs to bare I  feel the grief, the … Continue reading

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She let his presence, alien, interrupt

A child was howling in the Coffee Shop No-one looked  and no-one intervened His mother let the hope he had be cropped. In a cliche, she looked fit to drop; Demented by the second child, who screamed A child was … Continue reading

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