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SAN FRAN

SAN FRAN … So many pieces of the puzzle, there is no need to hide but they were lost, caught in nets on Pier 39 Like an unfaithful son on the day of his bride the colours of this city … Continue reading

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BUDAPEST

BUDAPEST In walking of your sunny streets, I see your past is Prussian bled And in your markets the abundance of paprika, parcelled orange-red For now we amble thoughtfully as though the Danube’s greyish blue Refuses now to conjure illustrations … Continue reading

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OUTTAKES – NOT AN OUTTAKE -THE JOLLY GREEN GIANT

THE JOLLY GREEN GIANT . . . ~ ~ ~ A green giant of a steamroller All shiny green-grey metal, painted, polished Made to work, to last, made well Turning slowly its huge hardened drums The thunder of which rumbles … Continue reading

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HE DID NOT KNOW HE HAD A BEAUTIFUL MIND TILL THE CROWS HAD GATHERED ROUND HIM

HE DID NOT KNOWN HE HAD A BEAUTIFUL MIND TILL THE CROWS HAD GATHERED ROUND HIM . . . He did not know he had a beautiful mind until the crows began to gather round Did not feel the wind … Continue reading

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RESOLUTION

RESOLUTION … It was always easier when the burnt sun dried the perspiration on your neck The old boy shuffled the cards of the deck, fingered, worn, creased, greased, flecked It seemed with traces of blood but it was just … Continue reading

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RUTH

🌾 Ruth … a poem of love   … It was never so easy, memories collected   are never postage stamps set in an album Recognition is the open door by which  we become the amalgam    The means we … Continue reading

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THE ARTMAN #2 – THE SAD MAN and THE GALLOPERS

  ORIGINAL VERSION – THE ARTMAN #2 THE SAD MAN and THE GALLOPERS EDIT 2 …   She looked like Betty Grable, she was and post the Brighton bombing Maggie had her hair, she might have worn Carmen Miranda’s extravaganza I … Continue reading

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I, I AM WILLIAM BLAKE

I, I AM WILLIAM BLAKE … Sweet bird of youth, I attend your birth and watch thee grow As fond as any doe or any love that I in honour still may show The amplitude of life, either ascending or descending … Continue reading

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ODE TO LEXY

ODE TO LEXY She is a beautiful girl is Lexy, hair in waves, as dark as Irish peat Her tiny feet, she can run to greet you in the pale morning Such a beautiful girl is sweet Lexy, as warm … Continue reading

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THE ART MAN #1

THE ART MAN – 1 … THE PICTURE OF JESUS . A look of recognition, the sun streaming making abstract shapes on the new, suspended ceiling, a Miro! She stepped through the door, I harboured a good feeling, a pantechnicon … Continue reading

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