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Full bodied whisper

of incorporeal plume

rumours of aroma

soon stir

the blood to rhythm

torpor lifts as

in drift hints

of waiting, waking

Summer

On a wing

unnoticed comes

all Summers gone

before.

Past and present

mingle on

the rising  notes

that float upon

ethereal intent

on just a scent

a just ascent

If ANYONE has a favorite euphemism ( in any language..as long as it can be explained to my simple self)...for,...well, how can I put this, without being offensive?..I can't!,..so wtf!...

"Taking a shit!"

My top three personal favorites are....

"Downloading some software"

"Having dinner with the Flumps"

"Dropping the kids off, at the Pool"

If anyone is brave enough, to add to this "Dictionary of Defecation"..it would be much appreciated.

Yours Faithfully

G. Brown. PM.

In comes warmth

as, out goes

worry

all hurried clutter

dissipates

A Sun kissed tryst

divorced of risk

to bask and bathe

to saturate

the skin in glare!

I had to laugh

for cares

had flown

less heat

consign them

to the flame

no shame, would

potter on the point

no stiffened finger

sign a blame

upon this moment!

I had to laugh!

for Summer spoke

in accents that

could only joke!

It's that thing inside

that cannot do without..

it's the irrational fear

of Ambulance and

Fire Engine...

it's that extra hour

spent, intent upon

contact...

It is doubt, dancing

with assurance..

it is promise and despair,

sharing a glass

of the finest

draught available..

as industrial as nature

to make the

heart beat fast

and grasp the nettle

of it's mettle..

poetical in stature

perhaps,

the very definition

of what it is

to be Human

Thank you, for stopping by!..even if it was for a cursory glance...and a scratch of the chin..and a mutter of something like.."wtf, is going on HERE?"

Why write?..why take pictures?...well,..why not?..without trying to come across as a drooling sycophant..I have been pretty amazed by the creativity and breadth, of both word and image, that are on offer!

I once discussed the issue of "Personal Projection" with a friend, sometimes unsure the true purpose of its being,.."Doubt and Delight" danced freely upon the moments mused!..the "Doubt" being  a quiet discomfort, that maybe this was an exercise in vanity...the "Delight", of course was the air of pleasure shared ..and horizons stretched, in what could possibly be the gilded halls of the last bastion of "free speech"...( never one to drown simplicity, in hyperbole!)

So to this end I will continue, marveling, sharing, and being amazed at the power and vision of the individual eye...hopefully learning as I go...( I have already learned, that the title to the last little scribble was, well...er..."shit",... so I have removed it..)..slowly, for sure!..

So, all that remains for me to ask, is,....

Is this , in fact a genuine letter of open appreciation,

Or a rudimentary exercise, in basic human psychology?

Regardless,........ thank you very much for reading!

Peace!

and Big Love!

Ali

Dear Peanuts

Do you think, that it would be at all possible to emerge relatively easily from your strange foiled packets, rather than exploding wildly all over the place and flying to the farthest corners of the room, where you may lay hidden for decades..

Thanks very much!

Dear "Sandwiches"

If you feel a compulsion, to simply break in half, with no prior warning, or indeed, any apparent reason, could you please try and make the boring crusty bits, the ones, to tumble onto the filth of an unswept pavement, and not the highly delicious and highly expensive filling, that was made that morning by a bloke in a "hairnet" and strange "papery" gloves?

Thanks awfully

You promise laden, heartbreaking, midday snacks

Dear Dogs

When I throw a stick away,..I don't necessarily want it back.

And, I AM working with the local council, to see if we can lower the height of the "Dog Waste" bins, because I am well aware, that the smaller breeds, such as "Terriers" and "Corgis",simply cannot lift their arses that high off the ground.

Thanks!

Dear Wasps

If you are overwhelmed by the urge to somehow find your way in to my hermetically sealed abode, would you please grant me the common courtesy, of at least a "visual" reference, instead of buzzing about completely unseen, making me run from room to room, in a state of adrenalin fueled panic.

Also, I would be grateful if you would not conform to stereotype,as I only posses one pot of jam, and this was given to me as a gift, from a friend who had recently returned from France.

If , however, you are feeling peckish,please feel free to make your way to the fruit-bowl,where I have laid out some slightly rotten apples for you delectation, please consume as much of the fermenting flesh, as possible, for this, of course, will leave you fairly inebriated, thus making you easier to capture, and ultimately, expel, through the landing window..

Apart from that,.."Enjoy your Summer"

PS, There is a "Children's Play Area" down the road, with, an Ice Cream van!..know what I'm saying?..Don't mention to anyone that I told you,..OK?

Thanks for listening!

Dear God ( and baby Jesus)

Hi There!

Please, don't think me rude, but I was just wondering, if there is any chance of moving your "Day of Worship", from Sunday, to , perhaps, Monday or Tuesday?

The reason being, is that, my friends and I often like to go out for a few glasses of the "fun stuff" on a Saturday evening, possibly ending up at a club, then on to seek some late night sustenance in the shape of some greasy kebab or burger.After we have consumed enough liquid to drown a small village and danced like the afflicted and munched our way through the greater part of a horse's hind quarters we must seek our rest. I, for one, will often fall into a dribbling stupor at circa 4.00 am.

My comatose state is then rudely shaken, by the work of your over eager campanologists, summoning the folk to worship, and, frankly Lord, they are starting to piss me off.Now, don't get me wrong!..I have been to church myself, on a couple of occasions ( once to a friends wedding, the other, to steal some lead from the roof) and I can see the a "peal"..( see what I did there,Oh Mighty One?) of hanging off the end of a couple of "clangers" and launching yourself skyward accompanied by the sound of a resounding, (( BONG! ))...but!.."Come on!"..You KNOW that we are a nation of binge drinkers!..and, lets be honest, those who are going to church, have already been awake for at least 4 hours!..doing "star jumps", and taking coffee in the conservatory,and driving their dogs down to have a shit in the Country Park, so that the Cricket Pitch,remains pristine.

If we cannot come to an arrangement, regarding an "alternative day", could we, perhaps do things with a little less noise.One suggestion, was to have a  Choir Boy, mounted on a pole, being paraded quietly through the streets, whispering, "It's time chat with God"...this may not work within the inner city areas, because some of those flats are at least 10 stories high, so maybe could be employed in the more rural locations.Another suggestion, was perhaps that you could send an Angel, with a Banner, trailing from the ankle, reading something snappy like " Big Daddy "G" and "MC JC" invite  y'all for some dope sampling' an all dat funky shit! yer... git me boy?"..should bring some new fans, in!

Failing this, at LEAST some "mufflers" on the bell hammers,..surely?

Please don't take this the wrong way Big Man!..I LOVE your style!..I too have a beard, and am partial to "sandals" come the Summer months!

Just putting the "Fun" in Fundamentalism!

BTW!...7 Days!..for ALL this!..that is "quick work"

It has taken us, since the Industrial Revolution, to recognize our effect on global warming!

and we are STILL doing nothing about it!

Sorry for fucking up the Planet!..really!

and,..."The Bible" changed my life,...such depth, brought to me, a balance and peace, that had been denied me, for far too long

I can now sit at my dining table and give thanks for your Word!..for it props up the shorter leg of the four!...and I can eat my dinner, without it sliding off the far end!

Thanks Omnipotent One!

Love You!!!

My Love, I die!

think not of me

as in my present

state I lie

Remember me

to vibrancy

before I loose

this mortal tie.

This bitter breath

was sweeter, once

This fevered brow

was worn unlined.

These shaking hands

could bear no ill.

These misted eyes

to pain, were blind.

My Love, I die!

but let me live!

There, in your

present

let me lie!

Remember me

as I once was

Before I loose

this mortal tie.

I have seen the Moon

a million times..

But never like this..

How many breaths

have I taken..

and never considered,

before this moment?

Ask me " How Much?"

I would tell you the price!

but, whisper of value

and I'd be found wanting

Until now..

Knowing, full well

that everything changes,

yet brought to a halt

by such simple design

I have heard

of a rumour

in playground

and novel,

a nebulous

offer,

I chose

to decline..

Until now..

I have lived

so many days!

But never like this....

I'd not accounted

for Your touch!

My lips were dry..

before Your  kiss.!

Remiss, my habits,

altogether, Never

have I truly laughed

Until now...

It's just that...

It's You..

Just You..

Took her with me

down the lanes

beneath the

specks

of trilling

larks,

laughing

as we made

our way through

Bee kissed clover,

dew drenched grass

Vaulting gates,

our cares were

gone

dissolving

in the heat

of May

blues and greens

the final themes

that in her eyes

were last displayed

before they closed

along with mine,

as time removed

its hurried hand

so for a moment

we were home!

returning

to the land.

A pearly wash to the horizon merged seamlessly to an intensifying blue, that culminated in its ultimate depth at the zenith point of the umbra.As eyes drew inland,so focus and sharpness were corrected, the distant softness of hazy retreats, giving way to sharp contrast of leaf against sky.Heat had risen early.Before the first newspaper had been delivered, there was already a sultriness that had lingered from night, to work its temper slowly until it sizzled, hovering above the grasses sending a thousand things on silver wings sailing far and away.

The sounds of day were subtle but constant, the pin drop quiet of early morning,had never really occurred, as dreams were replaced by birdsong and engines,as the highways droned,all heading for the coast.

As the day soared so did the temperature ,soon ,thermals, collected on hillsides at either side of the valley's run.They made light of the vapid that strayed into their play, it was here that the falcon,first made itself known.

High, to the South and falling fast,  sped,a dark darting  crescent, then, morphing in grace to the shape of the bird that cavorted in ease on the carousel air.

Falco Subbuteo..The "Hobby", had returned from across the sea!

My humble eyes, were graced by a traveler that had known Winter, south of the Sahara!

Just a bird?..maybe!..but a bird who has seen our folly, survived the guns of mindless hunters, who has crossed borders, burnt the wind above our pathos..turned,in ease, removed from our squabbling greed...

A bird, that has seen so much more than I...

Dear "Various Winged Insects"

Hi!

I hope you are enjoying the early heat of Summer and that you pollinate and settle on many hideous and repulsive things, in a festival of festering frivolity,..having said this,..if you then see fit to end your short Summery lives by hurling yourselves, kamikaze fashion onto differing parts of my anatomy, while I am cycling rapidly down a steep hill,..would you please be kind enough to avoid my eyes and mouth.It is difficult enough to negotiate bends at high speed, while clinging desperately to a madly flapping Sun-hat,..and frankly, having an eye full of wings, while choking on thorax, whilst trying to maintain a sense of equilibrium, is nigh on impossible.

If you could see your way clear to honoring this agreement, I will be most grateful and will show my appreciation by leaving a dead dog in the garden, for you all to enjoy.

Many thanks!

Ali

A conservationist has finished his busy day in the fields, and, happy as a short sighted porcupine in a brush warehouse,..heads for home..while driving along, his smile is broad as he thinks of the natural wonders that are his to understand on a daily basis..from those that dwell within the Earth, to those who soar above, and all that live in between..a truer sense of purpose and satisfaction, would be hard to know..

Suddenly, from no-where a rabbit leaped into the road!..it was too late!..with a sickening thud..and a screeching of brakes..another woodland creature had met its demise upon our highways...

The conservationist pulled off the road, and stepped from the car...shocked and desperate..hoping that the inevitable, had somehow been avoided..

Of course it had not been, his gaze fell upon the crumpled and bloodied corpse that moments earlier had been at play in the fields beside the road..

He wept, there simply was no other action that could address the moment..his tears fell freely..glistening at last upon the dying day..Everything was undone by this moment..all ethics drowned in his pool of shame..

"Are you alright , my son?"..a voice from behind, startled him from his morose reverie,..through water shot eyes, he could discern the form of a Priest..

"Father!..how.?.where.?!!.."

"Shhhhh, my son!..no-matter from where!..pray tell me what ails thee, lad!"...( In this joke, we have chanced upon the archetypal, rustic Pastor complete with colloquialism and dialect!..bonus!)

"Well, Father,..( for the purpose of this jolly little jape there is a blatant unquestioning acceptance on the part of the Conservationist, there just HAS to be, otherwise we would have to  drench ourselves in some bizarre historical research upon the background of the Priest, this could take hours..although there are a few decent "family tree" type search engines, although I'm not sure what they would reveal on background of a fictional Sky Pilot devoid of moniker)...it was like this,...I was driving out of the turning, reminiscing  of the hours spent in the glorious symbiosis of my pleasured purpose..understanding that "We" and the "Land" are One...when,..suddenly...THIS!", he wailed, gesticulating at the crumpled form that lay beside the front left wheel.

"My son!, worry not, for I have with me, the very antidote to this occasion!"

With those words, the priest revealed a small glass phial on a chain around his neck,..unscrewing the lid..he poured some droplets from the cut container, and sprinkled them over the rabbit.

For a few seconds, ..nothing....then it happened..with a screech that echoed through the quiet evening air..the rabbit somehow, reassembled!..the life that had been taken from its form, had returned!.Here, now, was Rabbit Resurrection!

The creature shook its head..looked around, as if to get its bearings, bowed its fluffy little head at the two men who stood before it..held a paw up.., then hopped to the side of the road..on the long grass verge, it turned again..held up a paw...then hopped to the orchard...turned once more, with raised paw..then hopped to the edge of the copse...turned for the last time, with paw raised in salutation, then..was lost among the darkening trees.

The conservationist was stunned!..This WAS a miracle!..truly!

"Father!..Oh Father!..I have witnessed the impossible!..my eyes have seen the miracle!..tell me, I beg you Father!...was that "Holy Water?"....

The Priest lowered his head and smiled,.." No my son!..that was "Hare restorer..with a permanent wave....."

Between words

waits meaning

Between steps

stands contemplation

Between breaths

sleeps silence

Between Past

and Future

lies illusion

of presence

all

dancing in lights

of the time

Can you hear, the Sea

Old friend...

from where you are?

The rushing murmur

stolen from

an August beach,

It's spirit, in these shells

It is colder now

than then

Old friend

and days have

chased us down

we are no longer

who we were

for those shells

have lost

their sound

So let us go

once more

Old friend,

To where

the points

converge

to where

the land

renounces all

to quietly

submerge,

beneath

the rush

of foaming curl

that reaches to

the far beyond

to where,

with distant

alchemy,

the sky

relieves

command.

Let us then

with final grace,

between the race

and sandy drift,

lay these shells

upon the shore

a sweet farewell

to wilderness.

On windswept

reaches

of a beach

with thanks

upon the lips

It is warmer, now

than then

Old friend,

having given

back our

gifts..

Hi!

My colleagues and I have just opened a new shop in town, and you are all welcome to come and spend a day of fun and frolics with us!

We will have clowns and balloons,..a special life size "Jack-in the Box"..a raffle, make up artists etc!

Anyone of any age is welcome,just turn up at 10.00am on Saturday morning, and we will entertain you with some "in house" demonstrations..we will also be serving sausage rolls and other light snacks.

Hope to see you all there!

A. Kadavaras-Grin

( Funeral Directors)

Dear Cats!

Hello to you all!..Hope you are keeping well,and decimating the already declining population of resident songbirds..while shitting all over my newly weeded borders!

Seriously, though!,..I was just wondering if I could ask you to stop that strange helium voiced wailing, that you save for the night time hours

 Due to unfortunate circumstances beyond my control, I have recently made the interim purchase of an "airbed"...and when you fun loving felines are fornicating freely under the New Moon..I awake every 5 mins or so with the alarming thought, that my "new sleeping arrangement" is deflating..

If you could see your way clear to honoring this agreement, I will remove the dead dog from the garden.

Cheers!

Ali