She made a man of him

Love She made a man of him Zetland road romance Mechanic Dylans Daughter

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What is this ?

an idle moment that lasts forever

eye contact that makes the world

and all solitary endeavour irrelevant

all products pointless

she is my reason for breathing

and when, as now I cannot be with her

she is all I can perceive

a danger to traffic, best to sit and wait until

she is close and makes me whole again

she is my reason for working

and when as now we are not speaking

every lever is broken

a rattling fool, best lie down in the dark until

she is close and makes me sane again

she is my reason for laughing

and when as now she is not with me

sadness gropes within me

a twitching misery, best hide the ropes until

she is here and brings the colours back

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She made a man of him

Made him strong and tough

Taught him not to cry

Whenever things got rough

She made a fool of him

Made him dance to every tune

Had him buying her the world

And howling at the moon

She made a lover of him

Taught him touch and feel

And in the kissing rain

Made him whole again

Made his reason reel

But then

She made a mess of him

With her fingers in his heart

Watched the pieces shatter

As he fell apart

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Our meetings

in running slow motion

white lace and pigeons

in empty crowds

the planet panicked on

we never noticed

Our short evenings

on silver rainsoaked pavements

going to a show

at a furniture shop window

rain dancing on cars for us

their wipers beating time

we the only possessions

I was yours and you were mine

a wave a tear

a decade ‘till tomorrow

an empty busride home

in the vacuum of the night

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Clever grubby fingered

mechanically minded

machine man

to the point

no nonsense

‘till someone crashed his gears

with a kiss

burned his clutch

with a touch

then left him rattling

I’m reaching breaking point

he snapped

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Petal Soft

butterfly quick

erotic moves

her moistened mouth

whispers dripping

half heard enchantment

dappled laughter

pippin cheeked

a shallow mask to hide the passion

that beats within

that churns within

that burns within

that turns the heads of workmen

refreshment to the drinking eye

pulling whistles from the scaffolding

a trail of sighing youth

made shy by beauty passing

make busy

studying a pebble

fettle a bicycle

tying a bootlace

in grace and lonely adulation

she passes by

waves of lust in her wake

thoroughbred stilettos clicking

to the once drab street singing

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I dreamt of Anchorage

40 below turquoise mountains

falling into iron seas

glacier hard images

although I had never been there

alone amongst the Orcas

a visitor travelling to see

more and nothing

I dreamt of Mexico

Sharp coloured crystals

Beads and lizards

Cacti and fiestas

Although I had never been there

Alone amongst the dancers

a visitor travelling to see

more and nothing

I dreamt of Machu Picchu

Condor shadows on the Andes

Silent, mystical light

Clear rituals, holy violence

Although I had never been there

Alone amongst the dancers

a visitor travelling to see

more and nothing

I dream of happiness

Rolling slopes of love

And memories of ice and iron,

Mountains and magic fade.

For it is now, and I am here

Holding you

Going nowhere but everywhere

Burn the luggage

Bar the doors

I have arrived

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Another anniversary

Days as dandelion seeds

Drifting in the memory

Blowing across spring lawns

Pastel lawns

When we were one and no-one else

Another anniversary

Days as big as tablecloths

warm in recollection

stretched across summer lawns

Technicolor lawns

When we were one and no-one else

Another anniversary

Days as November leaves

Reminiscences turning to soil

Tumbling across the autumn lawns

Sepia lawns

When we were one and no-one else

Another anniversary

Days as pitching snowflakes

Melting in the memory

Puddles in frozen lawns

Monochrome lawns

I am alone and no-one else.

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Broken silences lie around the room

like tablecloths

smoke curling orgasmic

from her lovers lips

lover a word

not a man

this man won’t run like the rest

he’s real and right

he’s oxygen

she placed all on him to win

and the winner has come home

little does she know

he’s about to take her flesh from the bone

he turns the doorknob

and breaks the silence

leaving her

to break the furniture

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She held in her eyes

a faraway look

that told of the lies and

insults she took

But never cruel words

no hint of spite

just practical packing

and ‘I’m leaving tonight’

With nothing to say

no words of reply

stunned, numb watching

a vacuous sigh

he carried her bags

down to the hall

with ice in his eyes

and in his heart

nothing at all

She waved from the train

with noise all around

and mouthed a last goodbye

the words lost and drowned

and then she was gone

had made her escape

and left him alone

in a suitcase landscape

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Has your diary a window

I must see you this week

for I have an agenda

about which we must speak

For dependencies get you

like sand through your hands

life is what happens

when you make plans

Could you pencil me in

I can make any time

all I need is an hour

please draw me a line

Dependencies get you

like sand through your hands

life is what happens

when you make plans

We could schedule resources

and work as a team

set all our milestones

and realise a dream

Dependencies get you

like sand through your hands

life is what happens

when you make plans

Has your diary a window

Give him a miss

for I have an agenda

that starts with a kiss

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When once in clover, running, breathless, ringing true

Loves passing hand touched me

The air caressing moved me

The falling river rushed me

Over meadow, hill and hollow, into tomorrow’s blue

Then the work began, with clocks, rules and ties

and only windows, lifeless glassy pictures

and lasers to sell you lies

Tomorrow arriving empty

glasses falling cold

smoke slowly paling

Ropes and chains for hauling

I became a cast to make a mould

For plans beget the tasks

and tasks beget the time

and time consumes the clover

kept me hiding in my cover

cursing it’s constant chime

Then the eyes and doors fell open she drew me from the shade

To hear the laughing river

and watch the kestrel hover

and run on the sand forever

in an Amber light arcade

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Where dreaming lies, faded films of wishes

Dancing lights descend, onto the broken dishes

The passages are blocked

Breathing with the tides

Wait moon taken to be with her

Bereft of passing summer

Left where the swallow glides

She meets me, chaste, unblemished

Shrugging off my sullen sighs

Just messages with the air

Lost in her beauty’s glare

Once more my vision flies.

Needing more than breath, passions burning shine

In cathedrals of the night, our naked minds entwine

kicking down the doors

run shoeless to her side

To kiss her, by the river

Hold her, where the moon goes on forever

and the swallow softly glides

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Will you play the endless tune

With breath, light, tears and laughter

With willow, reed and river

Tower clouds, hills and clover

Or lock your eyes in steel and steam

Glass stare towards an empty future

A road ever a road

Mobius paths to and from nowhere

Will you fill your nails or paint them

Hold a tree or read it,

Bless life or bleed it,

Blare truth or heed it,

This instant is all there is

Will you watch it’s magic passing

Dancing in the rain or rush for cover

Until the music’s over

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To see her laugh

Pure flute music

Over water

With turquoise Kingfishers

dipping

And sapphire Damsel flies dancing

To touch her hand

Fine silk fugue

Delicate rhythmic

With Chinese firework electricity

Bursting

And warm contentment

Soothing

To kiss her mouth

Sunlit gulls wheeling

Life pulse summer sky

To kiss her mouth

To dream to try

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On a hilltop in Clevedon

My passion and I

kissed at the vista

Heard kittiwakes cry

and drifted enchanted

as time passed us by

but the storm was already forming

ready to hit without warning

We sat with the rabbits

and caressed in the sun

then the hurricane hit

with the force of a gun

but we laughed at the rain

and thought we had won

but the eyewall was steadily coming

with impatient hail was a drumming

We hid in a church

but God threw us out

to face his raw power

his reason and doubt

to be thrown in the sky

by a tornadoes spout

Coming down in painful slow motion

dropped helplessly into the angry ocean

On a hilltop in Clevedon

My memories and I

stare at the vista

hear the kittiwakes cry

Drift in a reverie

and time passes by

I dream of our storm and the furious ocean

of the gales and the hail of devotion.

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To kiss and run away

to hide and keep a secret deep

to talk and touch and love

till leaving is worse than surgery

To walk and sit and share

thoughts, words and ice creams

To laugh and fight and feel

with clumsy senses,

unfolding dreams

till no one else was moving

no one else was living

To love, consuming, aching,

branded by her mind

To see her when she’s waking,

before the paint and preening,

before alarm clock keening

To hear her say anything

as she would

and then apologise

To hear her say ‘I love you’

and fall into her eyes

To watch the boats together

and babble, drinking beer

To hold her shivering to me,

And whisper in her ear

To tell her that I love her

her smell, sound and sight

To tell of my need

and to shout it to the night

To see her in a car park

to be together in a crowd

to be seen as partners

desperate to be proud

to find a solid future

a home of stone and years

to unravel our dreams in

to share each others tears

To kiss and run away

to hide and keep a secret deep

to burn in pain bereft of love

leaving was worse than surgery

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See me in the mirror

A soundless grinning fool

Just a sad reflection

A vague recollection

Of yesterdays shining jewel

And what brought me here

What ticket did I buy

Just one small slip

Put on this trip

Aboard an empty ship

Beneath an acid sky

Just a word from a perfect mouth

Formed easy with a sigh

Simple syllables of pain

Peeling over and again

Hanging like a stain

She simply said,

Goodbye

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Rising spring awakens, colouring the sky

pulsing beat of nature calling, GAIA hears it cry

The doves are dancing for me

but I cannot hear

without you,

for another year

Lazy softedged summer, river basking calm

Catching your reflection, ripple broken gone

songbirds may be singing,

but sound insincere

without you

for another year

every season moves just the same

I find myself in mirrors, breathing your name

Autumn rain falling, October grey

shedding leaves, tossing life away

touch craving empty,

longing for you near

without you,

for another year

New years eve, callous Auld Lang Syne

Foolish friends believe, kissing and wine

but their laughter is an echo

devoid of cheer

without you, for another year

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I was under the ice

Banging with numbed fists

You could have left me there

And continued skating

But

An early dripping spring broke

With telephone whispers until

With strange formality

We talked

And gradually

Syllable by syllable

The starch softened

The ironing crumpled

The ice melted

And as you discuss the finer points of emotion

Your eyes leave mine

I know the truth

Your fidgeting fingers speak

The water is warmer

But I’ve a while to swim yet

When I hear you

The yearweeks are forgotten

When I see you

The long achedays vaporise

Haul me to the bank

I need your kiss of life

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She only wants a moment

A short respite

Time to gather her thoughts

Make sense of the madness

The swirled around her like autumn mist

Somewhere to unpack the parcels

So neatly tied

But the money vultures are circling

And the empty phone lays silent

An empty box

A loveless box

With polished wood

and a wardrobe of frocks

A lovely

A lonely bed

A solo pillow

That refuses to rest

A fitted kitchen

that doesn’t fit

She doesn’t hear the tune

Only notes sleeting against gnawing silence

She only needs a lifetime

A respite from tired clocks

Dust chasing hours

Vacuous with a vacuum

Ritual good

Fighting ever fighting

She reads:

Lay down my love

Naked on the dew grass

And let life touch you

Caress you with rain

Let the morning find you

Quiet, tranquil, gentle

Without pause she neatly puts her cleaning products away and

goes out to buy chocolate.

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‘Neath a silent squadron

Upon and ancient mound

We kissed tender affection

Composed a deep connection

And something rare was found

Then summer pulled its focus

As coy and blushing youth

A long lost effervescence

Tasted adolescence

An echo of the truth

Speed that left me breathless

Eyes in which to fall

Lips that left me senseless

Dimensions seeming pointless

Earth fading far beneath us

Till Jill and I were all

But panic called us softly

From our passion trip

To warn that love was hiding

Awaiting with his whip

To cut and burn and cast us down

Should we dare to slip

Then time pulled down the curtain

And evening homeward bound

To sit in lonely wonder

In empty joy to ponder

On what we’d really found

But whatever happens

Should it all prove unsound

I will relive forever

golden summer weather

Your mouth that needed mine

Our spirits so entwined

Soaring in your arms

Ignoring the alarms

Upon an ancient mound

8/7/98

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Perfume pressed

for piquant tenderness

matured in honeydew soft

mountain air for added bounce

mouth melting succulent sensual

unputdownable

all attainable

within an easy call

dispensed in indispensable

randy feelings

the floors are the ceilings

Red lipped, stiletto tipped, ready with a practised squeal

matching your every move

with nothing

all nothing

so much nothing

to prove

stabbing, blinding, winding

reeling, stealing, feeling

gasping with the wait

haunted by jericho

Call the infidel to justice

In laughter vacuum weather

hidden ice frightens traffic

Fog hides the reasons

But we go on

Blinded by forgiveness

Delivered to hope

Through squalls and sandstorms

Through myopic folly

On shrieking tundra

Shard winds tearing

and yet we go on

Caring

Ever caring

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When Wednesday comes

with sonorous bells and jubilation

Swan white clouds

Life bright green

I will buy all the happiness man sells

But Wednesday was a vacuum

A cipher of a day

A cross on a calendar

Without you

When Thursday comes

Shrill laughter will

Descant in the halls

Wardens will park cars

Football will be fun

And amongst bandsmen and bunting

I will dance

It rained on Thursday

That’s all there is to say

I waited with a photo

Blank

Without you

On Friday I said ‘sod this’

An on a bike I rode through

Life bright green

To find the happiness man

He was out

Just a note to say

You had eloped with him

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The trees have leaves

The road has cars

The sky is blue

And I love you

The sun is hot

Clouds are water

Rivers flow

And I love you

Wednesday follows Tuesday

P is irrational

France is a country

And I love you

Truth is a meadow

Easy moments

Dancing light

And I love you

21/9/98

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On Wednesday he learned to throw and then to catch

By Friday he was keeping a ball in the air

The next week saw him spinning plates

After a month in loud trousers

he was confidently juggling,

spinning,

talking,

driving

And then

He took his eye off of the ball

And onto hers

The balls bounced into the crowd to the sound of plates crashing.

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Bus stop drizzle of ordinary life

cocooned commuters passing

tuning in to today’s worry

poverty, pollution no solution

waiting for the 42

in an anonymous queue

waiting, watching, waking

are they all in love ?

or have been ?

or will be ?

bus comes, upstairs, sit next to a girl with electronic bees in her ears

an a vacant stare

sealed and safe in her

musical bubble

past the empty rich houses

all working to pay for them

all going nowhere

all ritual moving, comfortable to see the same as yesterday

she drops her purse and in returning it, our hands and eyes touch, and linger

she smiles and in a nerve quaking moment

the bus, people, city and rain melt.

she plucks a bee from her ear and thanks me with the only voice

mumble rubbish eyes locked.

in that instant a different future sets, life is turned about, potential generations stare back at me.

and then her stop and she is going, gone.

strain to see her alighting

she looks up and action bites

down stairs, to leap from the moving platform, but the doors are closed

shutting of the could have been future

the driver takes pity at the lights

and running through the crowd to the space

where she was

I stand and the drizzle turns to rain.

8/6/98

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Tumbling autumn

brought the woodsman

to her valley of oak,

elm and maple.

Colour falling.

And in the leaves

they did a trade.

A stout axe of willow

for a place upon her pillow.

Dreaming spring

the horizon was in his eyes.

She awoke winters freeze

to find

he had cut down all her trees.

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Whether you are chasing gold

or fame is your design

ask ‘why do I do this’?

The answer is

because LOVE is the

bottom line

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