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Weekend Omnibus – Poetry

Furnace

Summer Remains

A beggars meal

The Light You Arrived With

Autumn Ghosts

the words were there

Prize

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faint bursts of a defiant something

Cold, quiet morning

The faint bursts of something

Sat on a branch

Singing in defiant bursts

Despite the chill

Which keeps the doors closed

Would I sing with such joy?

In the face of bitter, biting chill?

How I might roar,

Plumes of breath

Spilling like unguarded secrets

To run, to play

Despite each second of cold,

Its rough caresses

Making me shake

Like a virgin crossing

The marital threshold

Sing, my friend,

Here, let me pass

A single flame

We shall endure,

Such as we are

With what we have

For whatever time

Remains

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Furnace

Acetone breath

Taut with the tiny fires

Of adipose cells aflame

All the saffron self deception

Running away like tallow

Days without sugar

But ever awash with

Sweetness

These intermittent

Diets of ashes and draughts

Have stripped off

The sagging skin

Like Phoenix down

Each breath

A road

A promise

I have endured

And still

Still

With each breath

Fuelling my actions

Faster than words

A gentle man, not

Always but always

A gentle man

Burning with reinvention

Purpose hot enough

To burn away the dark

Alchemical

Yet this beast has soft brown eyes

Which glow with such focus

Lit from within as I look upon you

with such wonder

Wonder

Wonder

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Prize

Lot from within

The softest flicker

A conflagration

Sometimes both

The flaws

Demonstrations

Of easy humanity

Still moving through

Each moment

Certain and still

Gaining momentum

Run your fingers through

My beard

Whisper warmth until

I growl with quiet, fluttering

Delight

Such a simple idea

What wonders lie within 

Being seen

Smiled upon

As though I am

Some kind of prize

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Play

Remember

It is all a game

With one rule

You must never be boring

Whilst also being

Calm and stable

Able to bear chaos and confusion

With a warm welcome

Wrestle the titans to the earth

And bring their arms behind

Their back

Until the snap of bone

Louder than a frustrated teacher’s

Chalk

But it is a game

Played with such focus

It is impossible to tell 

Whether it is a game

At 

All

But you play nonetheless

Resist the temptation to change

soften

Because when the lines snap

And the silence realised its 

Potential as the signs

They’ve checked out

A roll of the dice

Thrown by your intuition

But all the games

Bitter and dark

Have one weakness

You’ve never

Played 

Against

Me

Before

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You And I

We sit

Same warm brown eyes

Equal amounts of silver

In the beards

‘So what did we learn?’

Persistence

I think I found God

After a fashion

And beneath his gaze

Real or imagined,

It did not matter

Some parts of me

Receded 

Others thickened

I am leaner

Kinder to myself

But new hungers awoke

Whilst the compass 

Pointed to my true north.

And still

I remain

Acute to the bitter bubbling away

Of chaos

But couched in the armour 

Of purpose

I can lift my sword in defence of

Myself

Those who I love,

Near and far,

‘What about you?’

I still exist,

A tenant somewhere,

Perhaps a ghost in a dream house,

But leave me with your interest in

Self destruction

And the taste for t shirts with logos

‘I love you ‘

As you should,

I’m gorgeous. 

One fades

And well, 

I’m not even here,

Except

(And this will get me exiled from

Many a perfumed garden)

I

Am

Read

A single word,

And we can never be strangers

To one another,

You 

And I.

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Shelter

To remain

As a tree remains 

Unreacting

Yet responsive

Supple in intuition

the subtlety of

How we interact

when all my work is done

And I can then

Turn my attention to you

Because as glorious a distraction you 

Are. 

Nothing shudders to a halt

Because I bear it with a smile

Stronger for the resistance

And my root seeks the fertile soil

finding purchase

Your bedrock shifts

And you feed

Sustain something rich

As summer night

Shelter beneath me

I have you:

Just

Breathe

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