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Stranger Things
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Blackberry Time
It was blackberry time
amongst the canes
With wine red lips
you hunted me
the sun was high
the day was hot
the grass long enough for hiding
The clouds scratched the sky
with contrails
I wondered where they all were going
Then you
pulled me down to you
and I no longer cared
Doug
Heaven in England
It was a good afternoon
Hot, but not too hot
As they say
I had a mug of tea in my hand
milk and two sugars
The usual
The bees were in the lavender
Humming and racing around
Like multi coloured football fans
Off to a match
For a moment I was content
The clockwork still ticking
The world turning
Everything in its place
For a moment
A perfect time, a perfect place
Sunshine, bees and a mug of tea
An English heaven
Just for a moment
Doug
Perhaps
Perhaps I dream too much
Of summer skies and her tender touch
of eyes like diamonds in the sky
as lazy afternoons slipped slowly by
Smiles like shadows in a sunny day
and promises that somehow slip away
The soft lips that I dreamed of kissing
Hours and days just slowly passing
Memories like words in ancient tongues
No longer known by anyone
I live in shadows of loves long lost
As time turns summer slow to frost
We smile, and shrug at dreams long past
As night and shadows gather fast
Doug
The Endless dance
The game was always in the playing
The glancing gaze, the casual touching
The moment when your lips brushed mine
A smile that blossomed out of line
The eternal hope, the muttered prayer
the smile that you were standing there
The emptiness when you passed by
The eternal task to catch your eye
I was always second, often last
Knowing that smiles would never last
I played the game, then won by chance
A firefly locked in eternal dance
Doug
Summer Dreams
The easy wind soft touched my face
The shadows hard against the light
Fancies loitered in your smile
And words, hard gathered, fled in flight
I touched your hand, your fingers warm
A taste of all of summers lazy days
Your eyes like distant shadowed pools
That winter ice would waste away
We walked, we talked, we stepped on glass
Wandering through the wreckage of our pasts
When summer gleamed in the soft cloud breeze
And we walked together through the whispering trees
Doug
Memory
This afternoon, in the garden
I felt the faint touch of a distant breeze
Shaking the trees above, stilling the birds
It felt cold for a summer breeze
And for that moment I remembered
The long ridge curling past
The sudden taste of winter
In the pale sky.
The wood had come to Dunsinane
Where dreams like witches fly
Doug
Moonlight
I saw a picture of a wood at night
With trees outlined in bright moonlight
The stars like baubles in a black silk sky
The shadows whispering to the night fox eye
I remembered walking with you, hand in hand
And it seemed like a story from a foreign land
You loved the night, I loved the day
We loved each other in our strange twisted way
The words that morph into twists and lies
Were just the colours of different skies
Love could make each difference taste the same
Could make a pleasure from falling rain
My love, like day I walk in night
Your memory clear, like the sweet moonlight
Doug
Love's Cargo
The Time For Longing is passed
and all the words have all been said
The warmth of summer turned cold rain
Loves' sweet promises shelved, unread
Your ship has plowed the silver seas
Smiles and laughter safely stowed
In words and rhymes and memories
And double-entendres left unsaid
Your treasures are packed in in dark wood holds
Her laughter locked in polished stones
Her fleeting touch bundled in China silks
All now journeying swift to memory's home
A smiling laugh and a knowing wink
Bringing your cargo home to port
A summer load of pleasure's warmth
To keep the chill from winter's bed
Doug
Love in a winter afternoon
Now, let me tell you of a Winter’s afternoon
When the light was grey in the window’s eye
When the fire burnt miser with a gaslight glow
And the touch of her hand was clumsy and slow
Like two blind men searching for gods know whatever
We kissed and we cuddled as the radio hissed
Trying to work out where we were going
And what was a hit and what was a miss
The giggles, the kisses, the hands futile searching
The feeling of something slow growing within
The route cross a river, a journey to something
My very first training in how love begins
Doug
Afternoon
Like water flowing crystal in the sun
The parting shadows of the afternoon
Knowing in my heart you were the one
Wondering if, in your heart, I had my room
The picnic ending, the chorus gone
Dying to a murmur in the breeze
The endless voices, summer song
Reduced to just a whispering in the trees
I watched you sitting, glass in hand
Gazing into nothing, far away
just a stranger from a another land
Come hereto visit for the day
I stood beside you, breathed your scent
But nowhere in my throat could find the words
To make a promise, make you stay
Like summer whispering in its leaves
I stood and watched you walk away
Doug
Clock
Last night, when all
was the darkness
and the clocks rich ticking,
you reached across the bed
to hold my hand.
I don't know why.
Perhaps a dream disturbed you
waking you from shuttered sleep
for a swift moment.
A moment for comfort,
for certainty
Perhaps a touch for warmth,
to know that I was still there.
Sometimes I wake to hear you breathe
and turn into your warmth
The clock ticking the hours.
till morning.
One day the clock will stop
And I will lie here,
In an empty room
Doug
Memories in a Cup of Tea
I remember the quiet times
The times when a cup of tea
Repaired the fabric of the world
There was a simplicity there
That we have lost with time
Spooned tea, fought over tea cards,
Castles on the stairs
I remember those times as fragments
Of a long lost, vanished past.
The radio, the open fire, the laughter
Ghosts in the room
Memories of another day
Doug
Love?
Always searching, needing,
reaching for the one
Seeking, losing, gaining
pretending that its fun
Swallowing the ache
when the arrow goes astray
Yearning for that moment
The flailing hopeful play
Wanting just the comfort
Of another hand in yours
Her warmth beside you, sleeping
Love, with all its flaws
Perhaps there is no answer
no reason to the game
But still we go on searching
For hearts that beat the same
Doug
England in Summer
A summer storm swept over the afternoon
From nowhere the rain scattered crowds
across the park, seeking shelter.
I stood, hearing the surprised cries
This was England where weather
was an acknowledged religion
where rain brought laughter
And umbrella huddles on river paths
I stood beneath a dripping oak
Listening and watching
Glad to be alive
England in summer
Doug - got wet again!
After the Rain
It was the morning after the rain.
When the massed clouds still roamed the sky
and the world was mirrored in puddles
The wind took the breath from you
bending you to a new shape,
twisting you to its wild dance.
The sun was a fugitive friend
smiling fitfully, hiding its face,
like an old woman at a window.
Walking in wellingtons,
wrapped in a warm coat
I wandered through a new land
The sudden creation of a capricious god
Worshipping its beauty.
Doug
Dreaming of Summer
It snowed today, suddenly the rain
turned effortlessly to white snow,
soundless, falling like a pale sheet
over the old pain of winter, still dreaming
of summer, hoping for spring.
I live in moments, like a old film
stuttering, thoughts delayed like
morse from an ancient key.
Perhaps the world should
fade to black and white, reruns
of Christmas past when all
was simpler, open to
meaning, laughter in
corners, pictures in windows.
I breathe with ghosts, smile
with shadows, echo like rain
from a broken pipe. Perhaps
like a shadow I only live in
sunlight, perhaps not?
Doug
Drowning
I drown in moments
The touch of your hand
sliding down my arm
as you pass.
Lips, soft on cheek
smiles, like broken promises
Laughter in a perfect afternoon
I still remember
the colour of your hair
your warmth in bed
The corner of your smile
your face when you left
Moonlight, like a turn
to black and white
Memories, curses
in a silent afternoon
that day, it snowed
Inside, I remember.
Doug