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In '74, I enjoyed being part of the organising 
 group which produced the first published edition  
of an anthology of Chester Poets.

While the Critics of our first attempt never mentioned my work amidst their many plaudits for the anthology, now in its thirtieth year,
I was rather pleased that a few of my poems
had made it through our initial selection list.


 

Freedom

Free the children
Yelled the madman
As he crawled
Crablike
Up the face
Of the crevice

Children crying
Screaming
Through the acrid
Flames
Watching
Frozen

The men
And Women
Walking
Engulfed
By the vivid
Flames

And the children
Watched
And the sky
Was alive
With light
As they turned
And fled
From the stench
As the sky
Opened

And clean
Clear
Rain
Bathed them
As they ran
Naked
To
The new World

Peasant

Cramped
Insufficiencies
Fall
From the ever eager
Ears
Of the peasants

The ten years'
Growth
Of hair
Upon the chin
Gives way
To knowledge
Of Earth's deficiencies

They score the earth
With their tears

They fall
And propagate
Earth's beauty

Their lives
The virtue of man's
Need
for life
lives on.

The Hare

It's undulating life-force
teeming
steaming
from within

It's warm
cold
fabric
broken
and spliced
dark
black

Through its own
 eternity
slowly
it cries
eyes burning
with tears
that create
that destroy
the life-line
that is within
this failing
ailing
warm
cold
fabric
that once
did live
love
and give

Why
must
this creature
animal
life
die
for sport

Laugh.

Black Micro Dot

The eyes
So cruel
look down
With calm
To see
But not
To Look

Move
Quickly
Violently
Swerve
And reel
The face
Screwed
With hate
Of what
The hand
Falls
To end
A
Life
The eyes
So cruel
Look down
But
Do not see
Fear


No Life
They say
   Just black
   Nothing
   Kill
They know
Not
Why
That
I
A
Fly
Must
Die

Reflected

Upon reflection
I look back
Transposed
My self
(Not body)
Mind
Reflecting
Upon something
Gone
Fleeting
A glance
Returned
A stare
Returned
Knowing
Wanting

Once
Fleeting
Where now
Lost
Amongst time's memories
Many
Lost moments
Wasted

Why
She passes
Gone
Into memory
Relished
In memory
Wanted
In body
Reflecting
A wasted time
A long time
Past

Where now
Not now
Here
That look
Positive
Passion

Reflections
Are all
There is left
To remember

Why
Of and in
Life's many pleasures
Should we lose
Those times
Fleeting moments
Of beauty
Amongst
Those moments
Of agony

Only to reflect
At a later time
At
What is not

 

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