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Names and faces,

faces and names ~

what is it that we recall?



The name?

Or, is it the face?

Or, is it perhaps ~

the image?



Just, what is it

that we recall?



Yet, if we can’t

place the face; then,

what’s in a name?

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RainingLove
03:32 May 05 2010

Valid point, Sir.

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“Ah, tempus Fugit …”



Tempus Fugit …

so, I’m reminded

again and again.



‘It’ll fade away …

with time …

(I’m told)



And, I wish there were

… an ‘off’ switch.



Because …

the memories of her

do not recede

… as time passes …



But …

Tempus Fugit …

so, I’m reminded

again and again …





*

The hand that holds the pen

moves as fast as my thoughts;

but, and there is a but,

my thoughts are jumbled ~

as is my written word.

Not a poem

more a verse



as I rant on ~

sounding quite terse



~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~





And anyone might think,

that I’ve a thing about

mobile phone users;

and abusers of my space.



And it’s not them that

I mind too much;

its those ring-tones

that press every button,

time & again.



Sometimes, just sometimes

I wish they were set

to incinerate.

Well, I caught my train

VR still on my brain



So, drying off slowly ~

thanks to the rain.



I put pen to paper

In the old-fashioned way



To write just eight words ~

to say,

I’ve enjoyed being here, so far.

A Mirage



From across the room

he spies her.

She’s ‘the one.’



He has sought

a blue-eyed blonde,

like her …



… ever since his life

ended, when

his wife said, “I do.”

Bedtime musing



Can you see

… in prose

what I can make

of our toes?



As they wriggle

and squiggle

a life of their own.

Sunset prelude ~



See sunlight

dance

upon the water –

Don’t

you think you

oughta

stay

with me

and …

watch

the sun go down?

-love me?-



‘…if

you loved me ~

you would … ’‘



‘… if

you loved me ~

you would … ’



‘an if

you loved me -

you

wouldn’t ask ….’



‘an if

you loved me -

you would … ’



‘and if

you

loved me

you

wouldn’t ask

me

to do that.’



-o-

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RainingLove
03:34 May 05 2010

Very true.

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Road Movie



Whilst

The vista is consistent

The driver

… is persistent

for

the road ahead

moves

with an indifferent

banality

... and

the driver

... puts

his foot down

…and

the pedal

... to the metal

in an effort

to get

… there

faster.



Onwards

And

… endless

the road

stretches on …

into a

heat haze

… and beyond

that beckons

… him

and his present



* * *

I walked down the stairs slow,

so I could watch the train go ~

and pace the platform,

as I've a wont to do.



The wind was slight

and the rain fell light, as I'd

begun to walk up and down,

feet squelching on sodden leaves.



And now, its just ten minutes to go

till I begin the routine of the day

and I wish it were

ten minutes to go

till the end of the day, instead.



*

Catch the first sunlight

of the morning

Just as its dawnng.

So as to catch the train.



And your eyes are heavy

from the night before

and a drink with the lads

that had ended in

the park, with a girl,

whose name just

went, in that alcoholic swirl,

as you closed your eyes.



Then the alarm, shrill

and annoying,

sounded its call to rise,

at ten past six.



You'd lain there awhile

wearing a light smile,

as you'd try to recall,

the night before.

where you were; and

even your name.



It's often the same ~

And, now you wait for the train;

and your head leans forward;

your tongue stuck to the roof

of your mouth.



And once more you doubt

whether its worth it ~

when you have to endure

the Monday Morning

Commuter Blues...

Raby Mere



I see the sunlight on the water.



why don’t they stop awhile

instead of driving past, so fast ... ?



Try and see what can be seen ...



a fish; or a squirrel perhaps,

in one of the many trees,

of variant green, that surround the mere;

even perchance, appreciate

the many birds that feed here ?



Just, enjoy the still of the moment ...

until a motorist drives past,

so fast they’re noisy

and the spell is broken ...





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