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January 17, 2020

 

 

 

 

Moments like no other,

that live with us for a lifetime.

Without a sense of purpose,

or knowing no reason or rhyme.

 

Moments that suddenly catch us,

on our back foot, as we gaily trip,

through the routine of mundane duties,

that at times, make our minds flip.

 

Moments like no other,

where we dabbled, where we should have not.

Never thinking of the repercussions,

and not making sense, a lot.

 

Moments of pure enjoyment,

and never to be repeated pleasures,

that flash into our minds again and again,

tumbling out of our box of treasures.

 

Moments like no other.

Pivitol happenings, that caused a life change.

When going with the flow, was everything,

no diary needed, for dates to re-arrange.

 

Moments of pure simplicity.

Who said ‘Youth is wasted on the young?

It must have been someone, who had never lived,

or the song of  ‘wanton desire’, never sung.

 

Moments like no other,

will forever be there to recall,

but going forward is so essential,

otherwise, no point to life at all.

 

Moments of  joyous exctasy,

will always come to the fore.

But today is a new tomorrow,

and what’s gone, won’t come back, for sure.

 

Written by  Harriet Blackbury

January 2020

 

 

 

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January 7, 2020

 

 

 

 

He came to me at dead of night

and asked me if I was alright.

‘Alright?’ I said. ‘Well, you know me,

a lone survivor of rough sea’.

 

Then decades passed without a word.

Not even a whimper could be heard.

All aggravation now would cease.

My active mind, was left in peace.

 

Until, once more, an unplanned visit.

‘It’s me again!’  I said ‘Oh, is it’.

‘What are your needs, oh restless soul,

my heart and thoughts to still control?’

 

With that the vision quickly went.

I always question good intent.

A panic button at the alert.

prevents the heart from being hurt.

 

And only just the other day,

I let my guard down and did stray,

into the world he left behind,

where life was mad and sense was blind.

 

He quickly noticed I was there,

and burst right in without a care.

My private moment, was invaded.

Into my mind, old thoughts cascaded.

 

Each hour we had, I still recall.

It’s as if he hasn’t gone at all.

Though so much time was spent apart,

each word remembered, from the start.

 

In after life, no need for re-birth,

as he stayed right by me, here on earth.

And so no point in moving on,

when he was and is, the only one.

 

 

 

 

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August 3, 2018

 

Touch him at your peril –

not even a friendly nudge,

if you know what’s good for you

as she will hold a grudge.

 

Do not pinch his bottom

just because he winked his eye,

for she will surely see it –

this past mistress of i-spy.

 

Play footsie under the table

if your life you want to end,

for she knows too well his history

and on her foot you can depend.

 

No more touchy-feely,

no more impulsive nips,

allowed these days in this society

now P.C. has got to grips.

 

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April 28, 2017

 

 

Beyond the realms of madness

on a planet far away,

lies the devil waiting

in the hope one will go astray.

 

Beyond the realms of reason

testing out ones strength,

lies the old persuader

who will go to any length.

 

Beyond the realms of sadness

in a world of yesterday,

lies half dead, the subconscious

since love went away.

 

Beyond the realms of tomorrow

no future can there be,

where tears have formed an ocean

and one marooned for eternity.

 

 

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Never to have had that moment,

never to have had that hit.

Never to have laid wide open,

your heart, your soul, your it.

 

Never to have yearned and conquered,

never to have struck that note.

Never to have lost your senses,

never to have, on someone dote.

 

Never to have seen such madness,

never to have lost control.

Never to have been there, done that,

never to have lived life whole.

 

 

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February 27, 2017

 

 

He was here and yet,

now nowhere to be seen.

Like so many more

who came in between.

 

He was here, you bet –

joy, a bottomless floor.

No thought for tomorrow,

knowing there was no more.

 

He was here and yet,

now a lone silhouette,

on a deserted shore,

that time won’t forget.

 

He was here and yet,

his voice lingers still,

as the echo of laughter,

meanders downhill.

 

He was here and yet,

never meant to stay.

Take a moment of heaven

and store it away.

 

 

 

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October 22, 2016

 

 

and two or three

or maybe four,

passed by this way

in days of yore.

 

Some stopping off

as travellers do.

To re-fuel tanks

before saying adieu.

 

and five or six

or seven more,

in intervals

knocked at the door.

 

Some getting in

as travellers do,

unless ‘No vacancy’

sign on view.

 

and eight or nine

or even ten;

all sad and lonely

weary men.

 

Some spinning yarns

as travellers do,

whilst selling wares-

rest overdue.

 

and eleven or twelve

or memorable thirteen,

down on his luck,

without a bean.

 

Some sob story given

as travellers do –

A bed in the shed

where rhubarb grew.

 

and fourteen or fifteen

and sixteen, I recall.

Arriving with two trunks

dropped in the hall.

 

Some magician of sorts,

he said, was he,

with an able assistant –

as fit as a flee.

 

and seventeen or eighteen

or nineteen, I did greet,

feeling it was time,

to put up my feet.

 

Some rest needed

from the hotel lark.

Time had taken it’s toll –

I was losing my spark.

 

Good job that twenty’s key,

fitted like it should:

Home Sweet Home, a blessing;

returning back for good.

 

Some loving comfort needed;

his timing spot on.

The door firmly bolted

now we two back as one.

 

 

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Let’s meet and talk mumbo-jumbo,

and put the world to rights.

Let’s yap until our throats dry,

about nothing until dawn lights.

 

Let’s skate around the houses,

and up and down the alleyways,

without revealing anything obvious,

that on our cautious tongue stays.

 

Let’s have a drink, then another,

and one more to make memory flee,

until we forget if we’ve done what we came for,

so another guilt trip, there won’t be.

 

 

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October 1, 2016

 

 

I sent you a message by telepathy

that I hoped would arrive at your side,

as you boarded the 8.10 to Euston,

in time for your daily ride.

 

Once inside your head I tangled,

with your thoughts, until I got through,

patiently, willingly, waiting in line,

as I knew there’d be quite a queue.

 

I felt you take off your jacket;

placing it neatly across your knee.

One less thought for you to think about,

before you got around to me.

 

I blocked your thought of the Laptop.

I’m sorry to use my power this way.

I just needed to have your attention,

more so than ever today.

 

Instead you took out your newspaper!

Dear Lord, there goes my master plan.

It would be another twenty minutes,

before your mind I could fully scan.

 

But something you read, somehow made you

look out through the window to think.

So I grabbed the chance whilst I had it;

my message through, leaving me tickled pink.

 

You closed your eyes for a moment.

It was then I knew I’d reached first base.

When the smile that I live and die for,

appeared on your wonderful face.

 

 

 

 

 

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‘Well ‘to and fro’ –

you know how it goes,

this game of ups

and downs and lows.

 

This getting on

with life in spite

of all the hazards

day and night.

 

Trapped on a see-saw –

thoughts suspended.

No get-out clause,

or ride open-ended.

 

And only viable

is this attraction,

when offloaded is

the weighty fraction.

 

So, there you go –

lets now put to bed

absurd misgivings,

sometimes falsely read.

 

No more getting wrong –

well – meant intentions,

that come out twisted

as if new inventions.

 

Trapped in a Dodgem

with a jerk, suspended.

No get-out clause;

a wedding ring intended

 

this ride for life

without distraction:

Problems worked through

until satisfaction,

 

sees fresh water

in the well run clear,

after a glass of wine

or a needy beer.

 

When unraveled are,

the old crossed wires,

replaced by moondust

and loves desires.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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