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THIS MORNING IN WEYMOUTH...

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ON THE ROAD AGAIN...TAKING LEAVE...AGAIN...27/Nov/2012. (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)
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BREATHING LOVE

1.
red tinge
pulls at
blue sky
clear air
thru trees
flies by

2.
some air
same breath
cool breast
heart's feast
reason increases

3.
angel existence
love breathes life
in the ten directions

4.
touching one another
pulse and beat
of animal's gaze

5.
blood
leaves witness
love's explosion
on limbless trees

6.
summer's song
lies bleeding
inner beauty
observed
as truth

7.
raindrops from God
stroke hair
stroke hand
flowers in fields
again and again

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(October 2011/A rainy November morning 2012 - Golden GOJI Hermitage - playing with some words/lines from an old notebook.) * 

SIX FROM HUMMINGBIRD

this april
snowstorm
so ably mimics
the plum blossoms -
why oh why
did i not write
of them ?

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in a puddle
on the lakeside
baby coots preening

*
weathered garden shed
looks so right
no need to paint anew

*
sound of hailstones
roses beating against the window

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SWALLOW
swooping
in and out
the stables
in and out
my heart

*
a
little boy
out on
the pavement
points thinking my
Tibetan Buddha badge
is a
Star Wars
character

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(These poems were published by Phyliss Walsh in her HUMMINGBIRD magazine during the 1990's.) * 

5 RADIPOLE POEMS for Becks Highfield

1. Swans at Radipole Lake how i wish they'd fly over. 2. View of lakeside trees sounds of seagulls & chainsaws. 3. Pilons across the lake a bird on every one. 4. Walking by the lake this time i see the violets. 5. In a puddle on the path baby coots preening. * [A couple of years ago Becks made me some handmade papers for my bookmaking endeavours. i made her a book of these poems, with her paper, in gratitude. i live on one side of the lake...she, on the other. Seemed  to be appropriate little token/gift.] (13.November.2012) *

JUST THIS : Blog Post #150

Not a poet just manage to concoct some pleasing words. Not an artist just use crayons & doodle for fun. Not a chef just cook 'cos i love to eat. Not given to meditation just sit & look at walls. Sometimes just stare at stars so as to keep an eye on heaven. GOD just a name we ascribe to that which we will never fully comprehend... * Golden GOJI Hermitage 12 . NOVEMBER . 2012 * (written over the last couple of years) *   *   * 

After Louisa

1)
melody
marked by
comfort of
a blessing
anything
asked softly

2)
stockings
&
roses
nestled
amongst letters

3)
kiss
shoulders
pale
hidden
everlasting note

4)
pleasant arms
a bouquet
of angels
spoke
comfort

5)
ready lips
heart &
eyes
regard

6)
delicate praise
dear friend
speechless love

7)
eyes
answer eyes
kissing
every weakness

8)
hidden light
precious night

9)
mignonette
her
love-letters
again

10)
little time
to enter
blood
sweet lips
know
soothing
chorus

11)
dreams
imagined
perfectly
flaming
& tender

12)
patience
colours
the tenderest
soul

13)
dawn-lover
smiling
accustomed
to love

to pray

14)
asleep
eyes allow
a sweet
goodbye

15)
bidden
kiss brow

HUSH, MY HEART

each
breath
tapers
into
the dark

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every
whisper
negotiable
in this
stillness

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my heart
would
dance
in the
light
rain

*

sighs
escape
as dawn
appears

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hush
my
heart

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Golden GOJI Hermitage - 1st Nov. 2012