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Somewhere between Jay with Kingfishers samurai armour are you
Exotic, like many here, to be captured by sensors and eyes delight
I am trying to distinguish between you and the others
what language you chirp, caw or sing
I get close, but you stay quiet, perplexed as to what I am
and perhaps why I don’t look like the usual cyclops with zoom lens
Who ironically want to tweet about you not tweeting
as if the flickr of their imaginations can repeat the experience
of sweating under late afternoon’s tropical fragrances.
Escaping Bangkok’s traffic (although never the humidity)
under magnificent shade of this cypress meets grand oak.
I will fetch the name of that pink flowered perch you’re in
Cherry blossom is as close a match as my knowledge pairs.
I too, fancy your portrait framed there, resplendent, surreal
However, you seem to appear then vanish sometimes.
Your azure blue feathers, radiating their neon illusion
but that’s only when I try to snap you at close range
funnily enough, you’re living up to your title; Fairy bird.

From my brief visit as a patient

 

Furnace fierce

Body pierce

Krakatoa boo

Bloody tattoo

hardly taboo

DNA goo

oozes and flows

via time’s throws

of swirling creation,

Agonies flirtation

galaxies birth

perpetrator’s girth

Strangles and rapes,

Collapsed star gapes

and sucks it all in

Labelled with love

Smothered in sin

Cosmic growth

Victim’s hope

The creation’s we were and are

Venus and Mars

Bled so far

through teardrops of blood

from big bang’s THUD!

Not quite of Assisi, but of ‘The Hailes’

This woman I knew, harder than nails.

Pleasant without,

But after a few

Her wit would cut through

Titanium rails

A gluttonous dram or cheap ‘any’ drug,

Made her aggressive, but

Some just like her, called it smug,

Daily and weekly, again n’ again

She’d quash her pains

I had her down as

Completely insane.

However,

She was loved by many

For her nonchalant shrug

Of the rock and hard place,

From whence she’d been born

And during the start of an Edinburgh Derby

While I’m sat in her boyfriend’s place

A mate of mine, with a nice big telly

(Call it a gut feeling in a literal sense)

I catch the glint of a kitchen knife

Fast approaching my belly

I kicked her away in self-defence

Everyone freaked out and stressed

At her revengeful impulsiveness

For a friend of hers

Who in a pub toilet enjoyed me

Almost undressed

Despite her lethal attempt

To teach a lesson in desires

Somewhere in all that fire

You couldn’t fail to admire.

Her victim of a victim quagmire

Like most of us, a survivor of dire

 

Today I found out she left this plain

“The witch is dead!”

How I had it explained

Poisoned by herself

Forever hungry for ‘higher than higher!’

“See ye then Francess!…

Oh and by the way?

I never wrote this to extract any p***

Your family, friends will I’m sure,

you, sorely miss.

I penned this from my own empathy

Of the very same hellish abyss

Because I really want to avoid

Leaving the same way

And allow time to consume me

In its natural way

Despite that void

That tells me the debts

‘will be paid’ ‘there has to be a way’

Being unemployable

Through my rants and old age

Perhaps my own haters may be charmed

To offer some dismay, forgive me my sins

The lies and trails of destruction,

Of abusing their trusts

Top of that list, womanizing disgust

But like you, I also am bipolarity cursed!

So I’ll do what I feel

And offer myself to the maker you recently challenged

Minus alcohol and the psychoactive lusts

Be well Francess

I hope you’ve found peace, calm and love.

 

 

 

 

 

I raced towards the forest with my daughter

Attracted by a sound like running water

And lone behold what a strange sight we found

A flock of grey thrush, in their hundreds around

My mind turned to Hitchcock and what he could’ve thought

To see a gathering of birds so abundant

My initial “Why?” was redundant

But soon found that their prey were rowans

Red, fruitful, late autumn remnants

And like the great man, I too was weirdly affected

By this obstreperous flurry and pecking

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