Once upon a time

we stumbled on words

Creation, mutation,

incomplete, never ending

They trip off your tongue

get caught in your throat

Lost in your memory

then, rekindled again.

Words full of colour

and monochrome, too

Words fill your belly

and empty your heart

Words knock you dead

make you feel alive

Raise you to the sta...

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Those words we share

                and those we don't

The ones you use

                what do they mean?

So much is lost between the lines.

That inflexion or joy I might have heard

is mute

Those words we share

                and those we don't

The anger I feel in you

                what do your eyes show?

I can never know as I read the lines.

The thoug...

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To you, readers, I say

I am no writer -

these words

placed themselves

on my page

to tell a story

To you, writers, I cry

I am no chronicler -

these tales

spun their web

through my mind

to make a memory

To you, poets, I sing

I am no rhymer -

these lines

etched their pattern

on my paper

to form a psalm

To you, who come, I whisper

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It starts with that

the feel of paper

between the fingers

the paper worn by touch

the ink a little faded

but the weight of

the incorruptible text

resting on the eye

retaining its worth

for ever

Even before that

there was the heft of it

in the hand

the boards scuffed

the jacket torn

but the perfection of

that binding

resting on the palm

is ...

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ACRONYM

An acronym for this, an acronym for that.

RTA, road traffic accident, metal meat grinder

crushing pulping raw red flesh.

Watch the skies and blink twice, was that a UFO?

See the little green men loop their unidentified flying object,

of course you imagined it.

You should feel safe protected by NATO

from the enemy whoever he is.

Yet there is no Soviet Union, ...

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Grasping, clawing at words 

Still fresh from the lips 

of tyrannical types you would not trust 

With your smallest, least intimate possession. 

Tearing at these letters 

Trying to rearrange them 

Into something more distinguished  

More befitting humanity  

But there are too many 

to handle and they 

continue their terrible tirade. 

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Words flowing from my mind
Touching people I don't know
Facing the future

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Figures of Speech

One sin a lifetime

Two young too much

Three tened me father

Four who he did touch

Five said it once...

Six son I am

‘S even stevens

Eight errible man

"Nine!" said the fuhrer

Ten ding to fear

Eleven kill Santa

Tw’elves and a deer!

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