It was hidden
in some foliage
at the left hand side
of their escape tunnel.
It had so far
been kept
unemployed.
Yet,
Like an unfired gun.
A tucked away £10 note.
A rarely spoken to
long distance friend.
The three 9’s
at the end
of a telephone line.
The best thing
about a
‘Shrew Canoe’
is simply
knowing
that it is there.
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Start at the same point every morning
and end at the same point each night
The same dreams propel the motion
through each action when I wake
Looking to fill the same empty spaces
while trying to find a higher truth
Seeking the perfect woman to help me
make the most of what time I have left
A poem for breakfast, a poem for lunch,
a poem for snacks, a poem for dinner
There is nothing new under the sun
yet I keep trying to disprove the theory
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Another sun
Brings another day
But the day before
Has not at all begun
No one ever nears the End
And another sun
May mean another day
But everything before
Has not just washed away
The banks of memory
Store and hold
A merciless monster,
Big and bold
Chilling your heart,
Making it cold
Memories
Untold
Early morning
Before the dawn
Neither of us a good sleeper
Dog prowling around
Giving pause to touch
Nothing frantic
Just a caress or two
Maybe go butt to butt
She’s small
I’m tall
Erotic on the perimeter of marriage
Rising, time to walk the dog
Just outside the top end of the city
lays a long, woodland pathway.
It used to be a railway line,
once upon a time
all the metal tracks,
wooden sleepers and stones
are long gone now
yet they left the old workmen’s
house brick huts
-dotted here and there-
still standing, amongst the foliage.
Homeless folk who sleep in clearings
amongst the trees in the summer
use them to hide from the rain.
There is even a 20ft apple tree
growing by the side of one of them
(Free food and vitamin C)
People walk their dogs along this path
and halfway along it joins the river
and continues to then run along side it.
The branches have joined overhead
and in some sections it is just like
walking through a tunnel of trees.
There are rabbits, foxes, owls, buzzards
and all manner of other wildlife to be seen.
It is beautifully peaceful, tranquil
and a tonic for the soul, I believe.
A five minute walk the other way
is the anxious madness of crowded people,
herds of headaches and hangovers,
the traffic and mayhem of fast clocks,
rush, panic and late appointments.
Whilst here I have nothing but time
to reflect gentle and happily ponder
as I watch and observe a Grey Heron
below fishing patiently the waters edge.
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It’s soft
But not too soft
You’d like it
Picturing you on the porch
Wearing it
Sipping a flat white
Wishing I were there
To kiss away a little foam
on your upper lip
AC on
2 cold
Thinking Vixen
Heat moderating
Lust lying in the balance
Waiting
For the frost to melt
Steamy daydreams
Just right
Yin on Yang
Whispers in the dark
Esoteric
You didn’t think this from me
It’s okay
New directions
Are we there yet?