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Tag Archives: tongue

with endless love

29 Wednesday Jun 2016

Posted by m lewis redford in poems

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'scape, 2016, 5*, arrival, coffee shop, dog, found, hoping, identity, Ironbridge, love, passing, pavement, poem, talking to myself, tongue, walking, wandering, wondering, writing

 

 

 

                           so don’t just arrive here and wander
                           about hoping for the poem ready-made
                           and reasonably priced to be la-la laa la
                           found and claimed with a waving flag rather

                           be the scruffy dog with tongue-out-pulling
                           the leash-sniff every leaf-post along the
                           narrow pavement blocking-awkward-step-
                           over walk of its owner with endless love

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

coffee shop & passing & walking & writing wormhole: reaching branch
dog wormhole: dog bark
identity wormhole: more than effigy
love wormhole: 1964
talking to myself wormhole: zero

 

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early evening

04 Friday Mar 2016

Posted by m lewis redford in poems

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2015, Batman, blind, death, evening, killing, kitchen, life, light, moon, mother, mouth, neighbourhood, origin, railtrack, silence, streets, talking, tongue, windows

                                early evening

                the whole borough of neighbourhood
                was blind, save occasional kitchen

                window, between the footings of an
                elevated rail line emerged a mouth

                with tongue slightly too big as it talked,
                fingered the lady’s necklace, closed its

                mouth to shoot, beads bouncing about
                the street, moon through metal lattice

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

Batman wormhole: bookmark
death wormhole: seventy two, perhaps – poewieview #9
evening wormhole: Saturday – poewieview #3
kitchen & silence & streets wormhole: the sounds of 1969 // [would have] seemed that way – poewieview #13
life wormhole: strange / tarnish
light wormhole: keep the light off
moon wormhole: the windmill
mother wormhole: London Hearts – poewieview #4
mouth wormhole: recovered
talking wormhole: really
windows wormhole: where the goblins leered – poewieview #14

 

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when in Belgium do as the chocolates do

11 Friday Dec 2015

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2013, bed, Belgium, brown, Carol, chocolate, eating, green, heart, legs, love, nature, panties, red, skin, tongue, walnut, white

 

 

 

            when in Belgium do as the chocolates do

            they’re bad for my heart
                      but anyway

            I enjoyed the red-glazed heart
            with its white-flat base nature
            one bite and the fondant melted free

            then the Green wad of marzipan
            on the dark praline bed
            suffusing with each mulch

            then the block corrugated about and
            glazed flat top and bottom (apart from the nut observation-bubble on top)
            breaks easy like an impossible heli-carrier with all its intricacies inside

            and lastly another heart wrapped dark brown with white topping
            crushed by sheer force of tongue this time
            but soft nougat nevertheless

                      all gone
            it was enough but I
            look around for more anyway and see

            Carol’s legs resting on the bed curving
            slightly at the top into white panties
            and flat belly tanned with fondue sides above the panties

                      something
            good for both our hearts

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

brown wormhole: To my Mum
Carol & green wormhole: bougainvillea
love wormhole: plop!
red wormhole: the breath of London
white wormhole: south horizon

 

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"... the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful; it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe to find ashes." ~ Annie Dillard

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  • Bodhisattvacharyavatara
    • Chapter 1
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    • Chapter 2
    • Chapter 3
    • Chapter 4
    • Chapter 5
    • Chapter 6
    • Chapter 7
    • Chapter 8
    • Chapter 9
    • Introduction
  • collected works
    • 25th August 1981 – count Up
    • askance From Hell
    • Batman
    • Bob 1995-2012
    • David Bowie Movements in Suite Major
    • Edward Hopper: Poems at an Exhibition
    • Eglinton Hill
    • FLOORBOARDS
    • Granada
    • in and out / the Avebury stones / can’t seem to get / a signal …
    • Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters]
    • Miller’s Batman
    • mum
    • nan
    • Portsmouth – Southsea
    • Spring Warwick breezes / over Bacharach fieldwork and boroughs with / the occasional shift and chirp of David / in the pastel-long morning of the sixties
    • The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford
    • through the crash
  • index
    • #A-E see!
    • F–K, wha’ th’
    • L-P 33 1/3 rpm
    • Q-T pie
    • U-Z together forever
  • me
  • others
  • poemics
  • poeviews
  • teaching matters
  • William Carlos Williams
  • wormholes

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