colours

[Johntee]

Stanza 3 Line 1 Should it be?
But I had not the time to wonder

[Johntee]

colours


grey dawn the blackest of birds perch on high

dark as sin two as one entrain to fly

connubial in

...

[Johntee]

much more material than etherial, glazed in triplicate is my kitchen window which, when I had it replaced, I spent extra on in an effort to extract more...

[Johntee]

The Triumph of the Will
Humpty Dumpty had a fall
that still awaits
the President's wall

[Johntee]

Read with pleasure
Still the moonlight master.

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I hope this comment
doesn't affront
Oh Bookworm!
What ails thee
to search such
for Authenticity?

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want


eyes closed unsensed from sight as counterweight

the sun slants through my lost belief in heat

in the

...

[Johntee]

RLW I've belatedly responded to your message
but I'm never very sure if responses
get through or not

[Johntee]

Bad Weather Forecast


Called away from the rifted sea

a sweep of gulls grey morning wake

to raft across a

...

[Johntee]

Umami
ampler hued lamps
The taste of phrase
on tongue
Strong suit
bears fruit

[Johntee]

Past history tells us some
remembered in joy
some in pain
in turn
someday
all our losses
will be forgotten

[Johntee]

Nicely done
Your twee first verse
already starts to lose its tweeness
by the fourth line, a Christmas acid-reflux

[Johntee]

The lightest touch
has met its' match

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Noted. I've shuffled and rewritten lines but you'll find the metre still wandering syllabically 9,8,9,9,9,10,10,10,10

[Johntee]

Big Easy


Levees and concrete shackle your span

where once in foaming spate you ran,

Oh! Mississippi, great

...

[Johntee]

Greyed In



Twilight

lingers forever

over clouded days

remembering Venus,

...

[Johntee]

Salve

Bitterness swims dissolute,
caffeine's lift taking root
in eyes swollen fat with sleep,
that Little Death's daily...

[Johntee]

Faith held first
In the sowing
is the reaping
In the binding
is the keeping
Faith held fast

[Johntee]

Loss... It seems a coherent
lyricism infects your recent
pieces. Our gain

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This is a poem for an earlier age
when the future held hope, not despair.
When what man did held benefit
not damage beyond repair