Curtain Call

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She dances in the almost light

Between the sun and moon

Like a feather weaves and hovers

Amid a forest-shade festoon

So delicate are those tiny steps

To the beat of nature’s heart

It is the music of the final act

En masse, the audience now depart

Tea Dream

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Tea has found a time for me

In the first hours of the day

A thought-appealing guarantee

In streams of steam’s placating sway

 

I serenely sit reflecting how 

The wistful tea is made to blend

A promise full of mistiness

We in togetherness transcend

 

Whether teapot brewed and strained

Or a teabag dressed to press

Teatime’s quietude infused

Unforeseen not second-guessed

Herbstmonat

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In the age of ripe September

Third quarter of the year

Giving birth to autumn’s fall

Letting long roads disappear

 

The summer cycle drifting onward

New beginnings in the air

Though now the bright is just a beam

Where all is left cannot compare

 

Walking through to winter’s doorway

In hope our harvest see’s us through

On a carpet pressed with golden leaves

Singing winter songs ice blue

 

Treetop Feeders

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Our governments
Who make the law
For all of us to live by
Demand that we must
Toe the line
Suffer strife
Lest we comply

But there are those
Who rule the roost
They say on our behalf
Clearly doing
As they please
Some sort of civic
Other half

But then again
Our mouths are closed
For being lazy in the mind
As the order of the special few
Leave people
Stripped and undermined

Laws are spider webs where the big fly’s pass and the little ones get caught - Honore de Balzac

Text You Later

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Those words of text have got me vexed

Lacking warmth and prose

With its “if I must I’ll keep it short”

When judging mood one must suppose

 

The text is like a muffled mumble

Stripped bare of tenderness 

A naked note of slapped shortcomings

Of nothing more and so much less

 

A one-way send of little said

Inattentive by default

That is if one replies at all

To cause a freefall somersault

 

So who you are and where you stand

Your rating loud and clear

A put you in your place affront

Blandly distanced cavalier 

My Kind of Kind

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You and me

A similar kind

We kind of

Beneficial share

One might teach

The other learn

Our kindness

Steeped in care

Generosity

And friendliness

Are our favourite

Kindly way

The kindest act

That we can do

Is look out 

For me and you

We need a kindly

Smile again

Kind-hearts are 

Shelter from the rain

Penned

My head is like a farmers field

Scattered seeds of growing words

Gleaning meanings in reflection

Placed in groups of lively herds

 

I would like to write this picture

A coloured scene in dappled green

Populated full of well-meant stuff

Supported by the unforeseen

 

Avoid bewildering long windedness

To let ones reading times fly by

And reap rewards when harvesting

Feed satisfaction to the eye

Coup de foudre

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I saw we saw

It was like 

A gentle seesaw 

The fluctuate

The oscillate

A primal state

Of grandeur

Each trading state

Each rise and fall

Each ripple sweet

A loving call

Taking turns

We jumped and leapt 

Our smiling eyes

Each other kept

Egging on

To greater heights

We shared the sways

On days and nights

Slowly as we levelled out

Balancing our days

The final smiles

Our soft implores

No more seesaws

Just closing doors

Porthole Progress

Picture by Marina Khrapova

Window watching has my eyes attuned

An almost scene of life in doubt

Where points of view and conversation

Can draw my musing inside out

First views might be distracted

By limitations of my sight

A sunlight stream a midnight beam

Or something too immersed in light

In a row of well-placed colours

Waiting silently for stares

Not merely short-lived glances

Where clear attentiveness compares

Finsbury Doughboy

Cafe picture by: Daria Volkova @unsplash.com

From Manor house to Stroud Green
Stretch the lawns of Finsbury park

Where all around free life is found
From sunup until dark

A people’s kinship parkland scheme
Let’s free expression breathe at play
Children’s games on climbing frames
By the Finsbury Park Café

Lifting Coffee mugs and cups of tea
Amid the sandwiches and cakes
Are the welcome brew at the ‘daylight do’
Where the physical take their breaks

No need of ticket stubs or vouchers
Just saunter down on easy way
Take time out for breakfast anytime
In the Finsbury Park Café

 

Written specially for 

Chris & Leigh-Ann Eleftheriou

The Finsbury Doughboy