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The Fixer

ASSIGNMENT 2, Part 2, Poetry

The butterfly most wants the open flower

Which brightens life with pretty petals sweet.

He flies in wonderland  from hour to hour,

He settles short to taste the nectar treat.

His friends call him The Fixer, helps them grow.

The blooms in need of air from beating wings

Which fan them, light them, teach them how to glow.

They flourish in the happy songs he sings.

His heart is too full up for loving Ginge.

His wings are dusty,  shaky, losing lift.

Dust –  which keeps him flying – wearing thin.

The hurt, the pain he never meant as gift.

So while he tends his petals’ wild cries

Still he loses loves worth more than life.

First Vote

ASSIGNMENT 1, ASSIGNMENTS, Poetry

I never vote and tell me why should I?

They so don’t get the state that I’m in now,

No cash, no work, no voice, no fun, so how

Can I shout out and make them hear my side?

The selfish London bastards ought to try

And think like me and hate like me and doubt

Like me and stink like me and feel like nowt,

And see how they get on without a life.

I got a chance at last to shaft them all,

The last one of my life they tell me now

What’s going to piss them off the worst you reckon?

I went to vote with all my mates and scrawled

My cross inside the box for leave, for out,

For screw you Dave and you too Jezza. Cretins.

After Lunch

ASSIGNMENT 1, ASSIGNMENTS, Poetry

A dead fire of white–dusted stumps

Old friends on flimsy fading chairs

Messy meadow, down to bleached grass

Groyne wood bench for best sunset view

Wavy tamarisk bush bobbles.

Spit–spattered sea, red–winged windmills

Skyline silhouettes of boxy ships

And Southend on the horizon.

Mind Fly

ASSIGNMENT 1, ASSIGNMENTS, Part 1, Poetry, Writing

Oh mind, you fly away all day and night

Since I was young and quiet, I don’t know why.

A noise, a light, a thought, a glance enough

To send you off on random paths to love,

To laugh, to weep, in sleep, awake. Recall

The child, foretell the man, make sense of all.

I train you on my breath to empty out

The calls so loud, but still they jump and shout

About, demand attention from you, mind.

We’ll tire and land one day I think you’ll find.

Alone

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Is it bad to be alone?

Come on, what choice you got?

Not easy you know

To feel you own the lot.

Accept what’s down to you

The shit which gets you down

Make a new true

Get up from your ground.

Life has no meaning

Until you give it yours

No-one else is leaning

Against your open doors.

You told yourself a story

To make the pieces fit

Your future though is glory

You can rewrite it

Come down

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Two years on and we’re still here and feeling

You boredly lonely and ever love-needing.

Me over-filled and with plenty to give you,

You out to find the best door to go through.

Me convinced that I’ve finally found it.

Seeing it’s open you side step around it.

How can we know it will work in the long run?

We laugh long and loudly, we smile in the strong sun

We lie down at night time, we stir in the feathers

We’ve been to dark places, we’ve lost all our tethers.

Come down with me lovely, let’s leave now together

Run fast, hold tight and take off forever.

Gap with no drama

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The sunset here is umber graded to dark blue and brightly

Lower darker, higher lighter

but hazy through my eyes dew wet nightly.

I want to feel up as I did before,

see things more clearly, fun-filled and dancing.

You never ready for that kind of binding,

running to skirt the risk of advancing.

The bitten lip, the eyes of flash anger,

loud conversation into white fingered smartphone

No grudges to bare, just patience and karma,

and pills to fill in the gaps with no drama.