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I could climb up a mountain I could swim in the sea I could play a game of bingo I could plant me a tree. I could chase down some chickens I could milk me a cow I could change a carburettor ( but I don’t know how. ) I could write me a letter…

There are rules that need bending There are ways that need mending There are values that need defending And choices that are unending. There is dominance that is ascending There are structures that need upending There are ideas that need vending And connections that need tending. There are letters that need sending There are colours…

If I was organised I could make a list If I was busy I could wait a while If I was falser I could force a smile If I was needy I could ask a friend If I was hopeless it might never end If I was  nearer I could pop and say hi If…

Mondays Haiku drifts Finding form in the doing And sense in the flow. Rowan berries ripe Gentle raindrops dampen air Whilst chookiewooks stroll. Bethel feels at peace Elsewhere the culture war rages Oppositions swell. Us and them prevail Polarity gains vigour Hatred causes fear. Failingly we heed The voices of the loudest Silence is unheard.…

Bound in a togetherness forever seems quite likely as we share each day in passing and rekindle passions often. Trusting in each others love which seems to flow quite freely we become an everlonger pair of sharers of the path. We smile and laugh and touch each others whole our souls connected in a deepened…

A harmony disrupted led to dissonance and pain Dysregulated emanations ; snow instead of rain. Immediate delirium with no-one else to blame ; An ancient equilibrium, a guilty sense of shame. An out of kilter pendulum  with a pointless sense of aim. Balance will not find itself until distortions ease Dominion must dissipate as we…

Our Roses go unvisited the Buddleia unmet the Ox-Eyes unmolested is the undergrowth too wet? The nascence of our nearabouts in pending mode awaits the drones of apicullture & the lepidopterists mates.

Bearing down on sound I sense the loss of whirring crowds Of local critters and this leaves me feeling sad & much concerned. My buddleia is ripe and yet the visitors of star and stripe Are noticed in their absence and are silent As we speak. St Swithins Day upon us and the pollen uncollected…

Does tomorrow truly know whichever way the wind will blow Or will it wait accepting fate and in accord with as is must. What kind of trust can sit upon the facts of lacking certitude & the mood of times own attitude manoeuvring at will. As we learn and as we grow we find the…