with great love and care ( adverb) he made them. each one by hand.
most were killed before breakfast. visitors asked to see the bodies, having
none, he imported them from abroad. more killed than
the somme. thousands after dawn. he has models now of dead
soldiers, some with arrows in.
small scene first world war, glow in the dark. memorial.
having spent time among his battles, i went and ate a donut. lovingly.
win or lose. hedge your edge.
write of parlay. slowly ending bet.
forbidden child! drift into another.
dice or other games.
no one wins…..
she talked rapidly
history, opera, poetry.
listened a bit,
eyed her clothes.
wished i dressed liked that,
she told me
in war painted
white crosses on men who deserted.
an aim for those
who shot them.
he was never the same after.
is left behind with tiny writing. salisbury cathedral.
the back way. written in latin for those who matter.
those words and those words
an historian uttered sent me reeling outside.
where air is cleaner.
oh , by the way
left you both there too. were you trying to appease
water flows down this valley. wind blows
round our houses.i have said it before.yet
seems that those who should know better,
talk of gods, may judge the people .
live in remote places.
between mountain, sea. the land becomes
this arid land.
it has been so, so many years. dormant.
hurts and atrocities.
you did not know you said it.
did not remember.
did not mean it.
sixty years later, passed it forward
when you shouted. this is how
things go round.
for which i apologise.
hurts and atrocities.
they killed it.
it glittered like starlight, fine, upstanding, an
example of friendship, solidarity. dead. they
killed it dead.
it shone with kindness and friendship
so they deliberately made it die. now
they continue to murder what is left,
as they have done before.
it was a good thing.it was different. that
should have gone deleted. you went and liked it, commented.
now is done, we are as exposed.
we are responding to the prompts.
reportage. write again, tomorrow.
we are witness.
nothing is as it seems. there are enough disturbances in the world,
without another. stay under glass.
though it is a secret, we have none
lay dead . do not speak nor ask for fear.
lay quiet. do not write nor tell. there are
new shoes by the wardrobe. at an angle.
still. do not move nor participate in any
do not breathe, nor cry. there are new
shoes by the wardrobe, new shoes.
Butchers used to hang their pigs (ham) by the tendons (strings) in the back of the knee. The Hamstrings are actually 3 different muscles that work together to extend the hip and flex the knee.
Basically the hamstrings most important job is to make sure your leg doesn’t fly off your body when you run.
Yes, Found words with capitals. Then there are cheeestrings which i find taste of nothing
He was not tongue tied in the medical sesnse, he stammered and was bullied over it. While
I stood by with love and embarrasment .
We have since learned a thing or more.
Then there is the thread to consider, yet I understand that some use thorns.
Stories continue of bound feet and
He suggested that body dysmorhia may be at the heart of things. bdd.
I fear he may be right.
watch them slip away,
we watched them slip away.
here to do such things
in peace, not war.
we can watch them.
i posted it, titled it. civil war.
stopped and wondered how any war, any fight,
any death, anger and destruction. any child hurt.
can be termed, ‘civil’.
even with punctuation.
have written nothing today
about anything i feel important.
i know i like the little safe things
like pins, wish to have thought
of something politcal today.
besides the donald.
i worry that i may become
a silent poet.
we walked on up near the copper mine , a darker place. got to thinking.
it comes as no suprise. often ill they die. it is the way. it is not sad.
we are sensed with loss. that includes you.
he says that’s where the wind comes from, to go most everywhere.
probably do not miss him. he was not around us much, well not at all really.
he buggered off. no inspiration then. yet. he was my dad.
some day i will carry the bones inside.
dreamed of devastation, flew miles low
over concrete . skeletons, bones of the thing.
all is dust, as dust we have become. slow.
grey. nothing moves here no more. no sighs.
they have forgotten us. we have forgotten them.
are we now the bones of what we were?
bad night dreaming.
darkness descends upon our houses.
watch it unfold as predicted. you
did not listen.
you said it will all be great again,
not that it ever was. now we watch
as darkness descends.
descends upon our houses.
aesthetic, showing the words for anaesthetic, little creatures placed
to sleep a while. on waking find that spelling is not so awkward now.
checked without books. cover the title with rages and kisses.
i see they use different gases all with difficult arrangements of letters;
there are crumbs under the keyboard. he did warn me. the w crunches,
it may be toast. while all around is aesthetically pleasing
clouds gather, we await the friday.
nothing matched #asemic
stand back to spite the craving, look on as from afar. people, some write hymns & mantra others watch tv, not the news. oh no not the news, the truth is too depressing, a bit near the mark.
i guess yours sleep in bed, loved and cherished. others love and cherish , yet their families sleep in mud, on streets.
the words came suddenly. an odd day, no gentle people to woo thee, day of stress, and horror, you watch the news. a day of reality, the reckoning that nowhere is safe.
come in dreams, the shape of your face remaining. there is a line now, dreams and aspirations. words and degradations. lines deepen, water etched.
the rain falls round our houses.
salt in the wind.
a spidering across my face, that mooned mirrored moment.
raising from sleep dreamed , dashed my hand to move it,
sadly this morning find the remains stain, detritus with remorse.
radio news says the evacuation from aleppo is delayed.
history repeats itself.
why will i want to or think of it
at all. in lower case.
aren’t we all complementary,
designed with different features
and ramblings, not pausing for
we live in the country ; know that
all are different, enjoy a good time
aren’t we all in this together, a
question with gritted teeth
eventualities and commas.
do not worry over things. said this
the difference could make no difference.