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October 15, 2015
Heaven And Hell
To float on a cloud
As angels sing loud
Hymns
about the redemption of sins
Would, I think
Drive me to drink.
The devil would wink
And invite me to sink
To his abode below.
Should I choose to go
There would be good cheer.
bitter beer
and a warm fire, forever near
October 14, 2015
Well Spoken Girl
A girl well spoken.
The doors that could open
close
on this delicate rose.
The primrose path to hell is sweet
But the way back will defeat
Those who walk on dainty feet.
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover
Or you may discover
Something other
Than you bargained for.
Janus stands atop the door
while the raven does khaw.
October 13, 2015
The Fatal Bellman
Waking from a strange dream
I hear the fatal bellman toll.
‘Tis Macbeth’s owl
Signifying death.
A warm bed
On a dark October morn.
My fancy
And the cold note of an owl hunting.
Supermarket Shopping
As empty as a harlot’s kiss.
There is no bliss
In these aisles
Where smiles
Are lost
And the cost
Is known
By those who shop alone.
October 12, 2015
When You Fall
Originally posted on Just Another Impurity:
When you fall
I will follow.
As you shatter the blue waves
of singing sea
I will feel the spray across my fissured face
and crack with the water
when you break through.
“Hey Diddle Diddle” For Modern Times
Hey diddle diddle.
The cat’s on the fiddle.
The cow kidnapped the moon.
The policeman laughed at the overtime
And the butler ran away with the spoon.
October 11, 2015
No Tower Fell
No tower fell
And the hangman’s bell
Failed to knell.
The passage of time
Obfuscates crime.
Was a line crossed
And morality tossed
asunder?
Did plunder
Take place?
Disgrace
Waits in the wings.
Things
Are not forgotten
And often
The deeds we sow
Flower in woe.
“Albatross: The Scent Of Honeysuckle” By Jeff B Grant Is Now Available For Purchase
My close friend, Jeff Grant published “Albatross: The Scent Of Honeysuckle” on 22 September2015. I have known Jeff for some 15 years now and am thrilled that a book on which he has worked so hard is now available for purchase. The book description reads as follows:
“I take up the little dog-eared, black and white photograph and gaze at it yet again. He could be anybody: but I know he’s of me, mine. As I put it down
again on the rough table by the bed, lines from a Chinese poem are in my mind...
From The Dark We Come And To The Dark We Shall Return
We come out of night.
Oh brief delight.
The song of the bird
A loving word
All are heard.
Nature’s scent
Our lives are spent
In joy and pain.
In the end ‘tis all the same.
From the dark womb
We come
For a time dally under the sun
Then to the tomb.
It is over all to soon.
October 10, 2015
A second reading of my poem ‘Dolls’.
This is a re-recording of my poem ‘Dolls’. The clarity of the second recording is, I believe, better than the earlier reading.
‘Dolls’ can be found in ‘The girl who wasn’t there and other poems’, available here for the UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/girl-wasnt-there-other-poems-ebook/dp/B0155KSKOC/ref=cm_cr_pr_bdcrb_top?ie=UTF8 and herehttp://www.amazon.com/girl-wasnt-ther... for the US.
