were this heart to cease
tonight it would die happy
love lives without fear
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CLP 13/05/2021
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CLP 13/05/2021
On Fear
Tag Archives: Friendship
On Dreams vi
I dream of dawn
when I wake from sleep
prepare tea for two
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CLP 10/05/2021
On Water xxv
under umbrella
lovers rush seeking shelter
breathless excitement
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CLP 03/05/2021
On Water xxiii
absence of presence
bottle; long-term substitute
happiness of toes
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CLP 01/05/2021
Ill-defined
can you divine love
by words, deeds, in calm silence
a heart-felt presence?
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CLP 23/04/2021
On Water xiii
a pause to reflect
it was here that fate pushed me
I’d to cross a bridge
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n.b. Time and tide and all that. Choices, decisions, life goes on.
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CLP 23/04/2021
At the platform there stood the London train
…the London train that was packed with people
people with different places to go
places thronged with colleagues and / or friends
friends some new, some known for years
years that have fallen like blossom
blossom scented with childhood memories
memories diffused by time and tide
tide that swept clear a foreign shore
a foreign shore where lovers swam
lovers who lost their faith in Love
Love that became too wild to tame
too wild that two hearts were rent
hearts that continued to beat like muffled drums
muffled drums we reading this will not hear
we who not know when our day will come
a day from which we cannot run
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p.s. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty One prompt; repetitive set up.
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CLP 21/04/2020
On Water ii
a simple pleasure
just being ferried abroad
afloat beside you
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CLP 11//04/2021
Nice Work Woody & Johnny
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Great to have you back writing in tandem!
Congratulations on being selected for the NaPoWriMo poem / poets of Day 5, 2021.
Press on and don’t spare the horses!
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CLP 06/04/2021
Do Not Alight Here…
…the sign on the platform read
provoking that bloody-minded reaction
he saw as proof of living a life
still worth it, worth everything
worth going to bed
with a stranger once more
here might be the place
that could throw things up
burn the throat, whet the tongue
revive, refresh, rekindle
the screech of parakeets
colonising plane trees in the park
after-dark sounds on full reverb
in daylight on streets
of colour, black to white all blood
everyone from anywhere
who’ll do something, anything
no more bi this
no more buy that
stop and search me, why don’t you
I’m game as road-kill
as smart as street crime
as sharp as a wife
given half-a-clue to step out
and start out anew
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n.b. 
Day 3 here is how the cards fell when I cut the deck: whet, game. (For TC).
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CLP 03/04/2021
