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Bob's Balderdash: A Partial Autobiography in Observations, and Poems
Bob's Balderdash: A Partial Autobiography in Observations, and Poems
Haiku:
Waiting to get into a cable-car?
If I die,
think only this of me...... Hes gone!
Here I Sit
Touched by the wind (a mere garden breeze) they flex and bend effortlessly. Shivering with life as though more than green foliage and stem. Now immobile just standing as though waiting, until caressed to life again. Suggesting more than dumb vegetation.
Soul searching when you cant find your shoes. I cant act: therefore I ham.
In my head
Im a gallant knight in shining armour, an organic farmer. In my head.
In my head Im the star of every drama, a bon vivant and charmer. In my head.
In my head Im the hero with many faces, winner of Olympic races. In my head.
In my head Im a husband like no other, a perfect son with perfect mother. In my head.
In my head Im a man of many talents, whos restored the cosmic balance. In my head.
My angel sleeps
curled in nocturnal comfort Oblivious of tomorrows demands and contingencies. Sleep on, my noble compatriot. You deserve more not less of my attentions.
Graphic Poem 1
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Graphic Poem 2
Midnight kitchen
Party over Somewhere, dripping
I open my eyes
First thought Its morning!
Early December
Broken washing machine Why now?
Soaps on TV
Such intensity My cats sleeping
December afternoon
Cigarette smoke The same colour as the clouds
My cat
Eating his biscuits Thinking of sparrows
Half-asleep
Noisy neighbour Acrobatic gnat.
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Graphic Poem 3
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Graphic Poem 4 :
Scandinavian poem
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House asleep Stirring coffee So loud! Back door open Cats in then out Hidden agendas Warm summer rain On the patio A bedraggled worm Autumnal morning Everything still Except a Magpie Faint music From another room Languid thoughts Damp grey morning Visitor with flowers Someone re-assured Grey dusk Garden growing dulled greens Mid-December Grey hair down toilet Trimmer on charge Spending cuts! Seeing the words appear As if by magic Writing! Writing on the page Talking to myself Now talking to you
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Proud and upright and unrecognised our rooftop sentinels. Spaced against the sky, Stiffly silent in their unquestionable duties. More than brick and mortar, more than architectural style, more than domesticated functionaries: unacknowledged urban guardians.
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We are born
and we will die. The question is: What happens in between?
To be human
Is to know what you cant have.
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Its easier to be
miserable on your own.
Monochromed horizon.
Agitated skeletons. Discarded golden flakes. Autumn.
TO HELL
NOW NON-SMOKING
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Orange cat
On orange carpet. Safe from eagles!
Midnight kitchen:
The tap drips to remind me Im alone.
Two a.m.
A coffee, a cigarette and a purring cat
Speak to me only with thine eyes shouted the deaf teacher to the pupil.
I shop therefore I am, said the poster being very economical with the truth.
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Snowdons summit.
Waiting for the train: High queue.
I arrived
not knowing what I was looking for. Inevitably I never found it.
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mediatedifferentnuancesandsubtletiesinmeaning
Small is beautiful.
Big is large.
Truth is stranger
than friction.
Make
the present a present to yourself.
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Dont volunteer unless you have to. Ice is just water thats
having a rest.
He communicates with me
purrfectly, but he still cant go out.
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I..........
ignored my intuition and fell off the cliff . . . . . . . ......
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Heart to Heart
I asked my heart, Please stop beating.
(I was in despair). It listened, considered my request but regretted it couldnt comply: It had agreed to a fixed term contract and was unable to make unilateral changes. I meandered and reflected - wed been together now for over sixty years. I felt guilty and apologised for not paying due care and attention, even, being rather careless with my health. My heart smiled and said he bore no grudge. It was the way things were in the modern world. He would keep working until his contract ended. No more, no less. I dared not broach the question of how much longer, but commented that when he retired, so would I. I said I hoped had enjoyed his work, although I doubted it. He simply smiled and replied that he did his job, sometimes under arduous circumstances. Nevertheless, he wouldnt change it for the world. He didnt look forward to retiring nor to our parting.
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ENCRYPTIC
No-one
Nobody No Know
I imagine
Im an undiscovered philosopher. But then who isnt?
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Flamboyant dancer:
Candle in the wind.
He watched TV.
She looked at the clouds. Seeing is believing
Consequences
The fruit of life
He leapt
from one perplexing failure to the next. His articulated intensions were admirable, but his grasp of brute facts, embryonic. Frustration and dissatisfactions were inevitable. Fate had already set the parameters and his life unfolded.
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What am I doing
burying a bee in a matchbox? Carefully wrapped in a bed of rose petals. Wondering if it is good enough or should I have done more? Dead in my garden, far from his hive. No longer surrounded by his fellows. A focussed life: Buzzingly busy for the common good. No complaints. No slacking, just up and at it from dawn til dusk. I cannot fathom his dedication. Im sorry to see him dead, no longer scooting across the lawn from one flower to the next, day after day. The sunlight seems lessened without him. I guess I simply fail to comprehend the facts of life and death.
Soothing dusk.
Falling asleep on the sofa. Wary of the cuckoo clock.
I was tired
and wanted to sleep but stayed awake to write this ?
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She filled
her glasses with tears.
Overhead
the floor boards creak Restless children.
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Quivering leaves.
What are the plants frightened of? The wind.
What a horrible day! she said as the rain watered the garden.
Hot June,
cool inside: beached on the sofa.
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NOISY POEM
Hello
Hello
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Hello
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Hello
Hello
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I thought I was apathetic but then I made a decision: I was going back to bed.
Is camping
an intense experience?
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Summer invasion:
aliens landing on the grass. Damn Dandelions.
She left the training course early her father had died. She had learnt enough.
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Handwriting
is individual: Mark my word.
Machines do speak
Soliloquies in some unknown tongue.
An August morning
in more ways than one.
The Camellia
ripples its leaves, unencumbered by the life of commerce.
Summer evening recumbent on the patio. Watching two mobiles. One immobile.
Restless clouds
unnoticed. Always moving
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I always thought
there was an answer to every question.............
My ginger cat
is called Dennis. He doesnt seem to mind.
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Life is full
of rude awakenings.
but it
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A rag man is an
anagram of anagram.
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Experience the
allure of alliteration.
Dog
curled on my lap. Moon-shaped, moon-coloured. Hes also a lunatic.
Kitchen confrontation:
Chairs taking sides and facing each other across the table.
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The truth:
A watched kettle never procrastinates.
Cocaine
Money does grow on trees.
Spontaneity:
Being free of the past.
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They dont watch telly but they can be smelly. So why are skunks compared to drunks?
Do budding authors
only write gardening books?
Restless clouds,
Always moving. Unnoticed.
The book
A lattice of meanings. Most escape me.
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June afternoon.
Flies massed over the lawn: Air traffic control?
Fanciful ideas,
toyed with then forgotten.
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Numeracy:
What comes after eight? Mints.
Vanity, vanity.
All is vanity. I rest my case.
Is it possible to hum
out of tune?
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Bike riding
my mouth a yawning chasm for the fly.
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If you write down all your thoughts does that leave your brain empty?
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