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Government News BulletinInflation down lowest level yet,Dow Jones Index five points upMore people in work,Crime statistics at all time low,Youth unemployment down.Chocolate ration to be increasedNext month.
Pull this one.Alas! The misuse of modern technology.'Hi! Our records indicate that you qualifyFor a new boiler under a Government scheme'Beware of geeks bearing gifts.
Tedium or Te DeumThe days pass by so quickly now,Not much time to do anything.The dustbin men come and go,Brown bin this week, green one next,The window cleaner's here again,I'm sure he came only last week.Those kids should be back in school now.Hey up! That postman's late today.Is this how life is measured now?As Eliza Doolittle might have said:'What me? Not bloody likely!'Not if I've anything to do with it.
Sleepy Summer EveningLate swallows swoop and pipistrelles skitterTo and fro across the house, skimming the eaves.Against a soft darkening sky streaked with redGulls return to the bosom of mother sea.The smell of grass rises sweet on the damp air.While daisies quietly close their eyes in sleepThe blackbird sweetly sings a lullabyAnd I to bed until his reveille.
The school PromThe school prom, a spectacle of colour,Froth, finery, silks and tuxedos.Meanwhile, the wistful waif from the sweatshopPressed her ghostly nose against the glass,Looked in to see the undreamed happinessShe had enabled on six pence a day.
The GardenAs I walk down the garden blackbirds sing,A garden that is layer upon layerOf blackbirds, year after year after yearGiving me such permanence of pleasure.I see the robin who sings all seasons,Smell the roses and the honeysuckle.But most often I see you, in my mind,Playing hopscotch on the path. Sweet memory.
The Agency DateIt was an art gallery with a cafe. A place where you can drink good coffee and pernickety people can eat gluten free pastries and carrot cake but can't afford to buy any pictures.She came first, young, in a gauzy top, cotton skirt, blonde pony tail, looking like a girl least likely to need help in meeting the eligible male. She sat herself looking away from the door, back straight, knees together and hands clasped in her lap, defensive. After a quick look, a reconnoitre round the cafe, she placed a book, the real kind made of paper, on the table.He was late, a bad start. After five minutes, a burst of energy blew in through the door. Jeans, well filled T-shirt, muscled, designer stubble, tattoo, trainers, perhaps the elder by five years. He strode, mmm, I think that's the word, loped possibly, past the girl and leaned or rather draped himself along the serving counter on one elbow with an exaggerated insouciance and delivered a pretty speech (at the same time looking arou
UntitledA sad man dies parchedIn the desert of the rainThat shed a soul dry
Peace Trail needle-cushioned pathfootprints add up behind meday’s cares melt away
HeartstringsHeartstringsBow, laid aside. Hisfingers hold her face instead,music in her skin.~Riorlynë
#MyDayInHaiku 2014-11-21wind and rainsurrender tothe storm
Planet Achromasia"Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate." Picturesque parlanceOf a monochrome rainbow.Lackluster laments.Idiotic idiomsAnd prosaic allusions.Welcome to the void:The ideal of an idea.Hopeless clarityMundane in perfection andImpossible precision.ExtraordinaryMean
UntitledThe be low hung fruitMeans to hear the creature's voiceAnd not lofty winds
Winter Mood tankaThey do not put me in the mood for winter— shop window snowmen in a land of rain.
Furysanguine dust -earth's dry humouralivepneuma -heaven's fervourin the wind
Poly Mathopen setsstretching the boundsof love
Palaeothic Art The mind in the cave At Altamira Paints rock face red with ochred Bison, horse, lion, Megafauna come to life. Yet in one corner The tiny stencilled hand print Says 'Kilroy was here'.