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Stolen Moments
By Mark Beech
The winking eye soon lost from sight,
A goodnight touch before the yawn.
The whispered words lost at midnight,
One fevered dream awake at dawn.
One fevered dream awake at dawn.
The smile of a stolen moment,
A first kiss for the end of time.
The hands held for a brief instant,
One last hug to close a lifetime.
One last hug to close a lifetime.
Universal Language (In Progress)
By Mark Beech
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1
Beyond the pale,
discover a universal language.
Always lost in words,
never lost in translations.
Muted music
shouts volumes for everyone,
beyond cracked borders
of many crumbing nations.
2
Beyond all expression,
written thoughts lie off the page.
Always lost in love,
never lost for imagination.
But we cry, laugh, sleep and die
the same; for everyone
the tides, months, seasons,
years burn our candle’s creation.
3
Beyond all time,
common body-speak and silent mine
always speaks loudest,
skews and skewers our sensation.
But when we are gone
and light has gone out of the sun,
notes fade slower then stars
and will outlive all our quotation.
Two Nations (Here and There)
By Mark Beech
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Here,
our roads burst
with blushing mirrors,
solar power
burning alight.
Melting,
like too-easy money.
A red sky
radiates at night.
And its warmth will last forever.
And its warmth will last forever.
.
There,
ice stings
like blunt nettle razors.
Gloom freezes away
weak sun smiles.
Ashen blankets
swallow snowdrops,
fog dims
the insolvent sunrise.
And the grey rain falls for ever.
And the grey rain falls for ever.
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Opening (Two Fragments)
Opening (Two Fragments)
By Mark Beech
As inconsequential as blossom fall
as open as the night
as bright as true honour -
as hopeful in the light.
.
As honest as a clear day
as cool as a mountain stream
as wise as an old sage -
as powerful as letting off steam
.
as relentless as your age
as beautiful as birdsong
as passionate as true love -
as short as this is long.
.
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As carefree as your heart
when hit by love's first shot
as blatant as absurd jealousy
for what you have not got -
.
as lazy as youth
as dangerous as social needs
as pointless as fashion -
as indefatigable as weeds -
.
as quiet as a whisper
as regal as the sunset
as close as the man next door -
as profound as deep regret
.
- like that we shall speak now
- like that our paths will cross
- like that shall we be now
- like that all things will pass
.
Note: Two pieces of a much longer draft
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Merseyrail (Wirral Line)
By Mark Beech
(flying through smokegrey light)
in the dripping dipping bushes, workmen
with orange fluorescent waistcoats
burn brambles
.
on the embankments entwined with weeds,
wood cable drums, level crossing
isolation telephone oil barrels slagheaps
(and the boxgirder bridge's blackened brickwork)
.
past station signs shooting past benched platforms
strewn litter scattered in grassgrown cuttings
shunting goodswagons in sidings
signalboxes fishplates wireducts yellow speed
signs racing by
.
and high tension wires laced overhead
gravelpiles on the grass, willowherb, gorse
derelict warehouses with windows broken;
eclipses of tunnels (flying through black night)
.
a pedestrian walking his dog on a woodfenced cinderpath
(by plantpotted suburban garden greenhouses
and aqueduct arches with graffiti-sprayed parapets)
and
the pylons throwing slow strides over the hillside
.
like lost gods
come to rest
.
(in silent glory)
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Old Door
By Mark Beech
An old door’s paintwork may crack and peal,
Don’t judge by its aged appearance.
Some day it will open and reveal
Opportunity, wealth and romance.
Fake News
By Mark Beech
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Turn sadness to gladness,
flip wrong into right.
Switch no into yes,
change black into white.
.
Turn bridges into walls,
flip poverty into wealth,
Switch straight to crooked,
change sickness into health.
.
Turn news into views,
flip enemies to allies.
Switch fact into fiction,
change truth into lies.
Note: Inspired by taking a photo of a tree at Regent's Park Theatre and then inverting its colours to negative. I may rework this. I quite like the idea of a fake news “optimistic” where pres releases switch negatives to positives and a “pessimistic” counterpart where we really see what is going on ie truth becomes lies.
Inside a Walled Garden
By Mark Beech
The brightest colours hidden in a box,
this modest beauty is wrapped for pleasure.
Locked behind bricks of imagination,
these leaf walls curtain away their treasure.
.
Like violet lining under grey bespoke,
this dress has floral shocks to uncover.
Sunflowers and hedges reach for the sky,
this lush garden for a lusty lover.
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Helmingham Hall
2017
Haiku: Between Summer Showers
By Mark Beech
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Gold melting in sun,
Liquid leaves hung out to dry.
Martyrs burned to crisp.
Cherry Blossom Haiku
By Mark Beech .
Petticoat blossom
of a bridesmaid’s pink upskirt
upstages blushing spring.
Inaugural Spring Haiku
By Mark Beech
Petrified by pap,
Frostbitten with a frozen lip,
Sun kisses the sap.
Richard of York Gave Battle in Vain
By Mark Beech
Mist puts a Psycho grey chill over the battleground,
sunlight stabs through a shower curtain of frost.
It rises on a spectral struggle that comes around,
that duel which can never be won, only ever lost.
Rain rips cloud like a crazy paper shredder,
a field lies bleeding with Post-it notes left tossed.
Green resists death as the weald turns redder,
but the war is still unwinnable whatever the cost.
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September Hue Haiku
By Mark Beech
Kick leaves on life’s path,
as green marble covers lakes,
berries swell with blood.
Gasoline Spill Haiku
By Mark Beech
One drop by the pump,
An LSD trip too far:
Petrol paints rainbows.
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Bluesky Thinking
By Mark Beech So deep a pure cobalt,
clear blue water and clearer horizons
defying all logic,
because this a British bank holiday,
when, according to the law,
there should be grey depression,
drizzle and doom.
Somehow there is a cartoon cloud
just hanging over me,
but positive thoughts may chase rain away
as the sun burns off competitors
to dazzle the land with white heat
and tantalise with a glittering prize:
a late Olympic medal for us all.
Autumn Bonfire Haiku
By Mark Beech
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Leaves crack with rust red.
Firework embers shooting sparks,
Burn out to drab ash.
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