Journey of Words

Tag: Love

  • Comédie Larmoyante

    Comédie Larmoyante Blame the starsBlame the planetsBlessed coincidenceNo one knows their true originPerhaps it was the simultaneousPowercuts wiping out the National GridThat fateful nightPreventing the big cup game being playedSo after tears of frustrationWith little other entertainment to handTwo unexpectant couplesBecame expectant parentsTears of joy at confirmationOf expectationAnd celebration(The Cup was won!)Born on the same →

  • on Ukraine

    A knock on the doorYour son will never returnYou laboured in vain~ n.b. One thousand Russian mothers a day are being told that the birth pains they endured are nothing to the unending pain of loss they will suffer from today. What hollow gains Moscow is making. CLP 18/02/2025 →

  • on Primrose Corner

    hedgerow’s crumpled gaproses tied to the hazelbouquet of sadness~n.b. Without which this would be just another pretty spot on a country lane. CLP 16/02/2025 →

  • on Ukraine

    The Art of The Dealis to treat all as a gameto exploit weaknessThe Art of The Dealis about acquisitionbluster and bullyThe Art of The Dealis to get all that you wantignoring othersThe Art of The Dealis for gangsters and mobsterswith no legal boundsThe Art of The Dealis about winners and losersfighters not loversThe Art of →

  • on sleep

    with you beside memy heart settles, breathing steadiesbrain rests, but for dreamsand what dreams!and when I wakethe veil between night and daybecomes confusedare you really hereor am I still dreaming?~ CLP 18/01/2025 →

  • on time

    how our shared hours fleeminutes drag in your absencetomorrow distant~n.b. ‘See you tomorrow!’ said in cheery prospect, becomes a tortuous crawl to sunrise. CLP 05/01/2025 →

  • on place

    Chicken or the eggKeep moving, searching; for what?Stop, breathe, look, listenIt is all about~n.b. Street art adjacent to a bus stop, Norwich, East Anglia CLP 18/12/2024 →

  • on moving

    We have cleaned and tidiedTurned to considerThat which we carried hereTo unearth pictures, letters, cardsFrom life pastImagined essentially forgottenNow as vivid as the dawnCuts thought healedEach another of the thousandBleed anewWashed out againWith tears~ CLP 11/12/2024 →

  • on Ukraine

    We cannot spend dozens of,thousands of, our people so that they perishfor the sake of Crimea coming back, we understandthat Crimea can be brought back diplomatically*If this is the truthwhy not follow the logicto a conclusion?in translation”spend…thousands of our people” sounds too expensivesounds as if the costsare prohibitively highthese lives that you spend ~n.b. VZ, →

  • on clichés

    she walked into the roomand my heart nearly burstso happy to see her smileso happyfunny how that happensevery timeevery goddam time~ CLP 01/11/2023 →