May 2013
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You...
you are my red and my blue my yellow and also my green -my palette without you would be nothing at all you are my day and my night my reason to smile and my light you are the magic without which all things would be pointless and boredom I thank you for being you to me - and for allowing me to be me to you love…
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The death of a salesman
Elroy Huntpfeffer, traveling salesman specialising in aluminum garage doors of the brand ‘Tech-O-Matic De Luxe’, a product which, in the words of the company’s A.D Lloyd Grant Ffinkelbanden- a distant relative to the Boston Ffinkelbandens, was ‘designed by the brightest minds in the Garage Door business and produced to make life easier for hard working garage owners across...
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Later...
The wait to get onto the main road
That left turn…you hate it…
I love your way of shifting gears
Of handling the blinker
The road just disappears behind us
Never look back
Behind doesn’t exist
The red light
The last one before
The office
Oh god
To find a parking space
Near the entrance
There’s one
Good
….
Later…
…later
April 2013
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Like Summertime Raindrops
Wave in a breeze
Like morning flower screaming
A vibrant connection
Camera focus
Eclipse
Heat seeking
Spirit
We collide
Head on like rays exploding
Exploding
Stars burning
You shine
They try and they try
And they will never get close
My hands like storms
-Like silver, like gold
There pointing their ugly stare
This way and
That way
For theirs are the wishes
And also the need
...
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Bird of your heart
Watching The end of a day The bird of your Heart I feel it Feel it Slow night emerging Born from want Rising from Need There - By the quay below this balcony Wave lifting Swaying Pounding Heartbeat Dancing last Sunbeam of this day Drifting like the breeze Gull traversing the Bay Like the me in you Like the you in me My hand on your cheek Embracing life Your hand on mine A kiss Smile A wave...
March 2013
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February 2013
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Sonnet '42 →
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January 2013
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Freewheeling
The weight of word is promise
I meet them as folding
Along sombre cousins and nephews
-Electrified
While sun brands your eyebrows like rivets
And pupil of neonatal
Movement running scared
Whispering for a seat by the sea
Open your window
Spotless forehead -kissed
And touched by
Grace
Salve
Along a beach touched by
Desire freewheeling madly for
That smile sinking into you
...
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Proverbially Yours...
I tried to write your smile,
Your eyes
Your lips
All those things, in fact, the sum of
Which
Is you
I wanted to build a home for my
Feelings, a little house
Of words
For them to live in
That they might somehow
Reproduce
Like a string of naturally existing
DNA
I don’t think I did too good, though
There are some verbs leaking away
Some pronouns and adjectival strings
...
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Under the Azure Sky
Under the azure sky we met
Two souls searching
Gazing
Striving
For a light hiding
Far far away
Under the black sky we’d look at a star
Lightyears away
A zillion and one
Day
Across stretches of sea
Across oceans of time
Scaling mountains
Crawling deserts
Reaching out
Somehow
For each other
For tomorrow
For love…
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Azure...
Chasing waves I saw you dancing
Like a butterfly
Singing of
Freedom and
Love
Floating with a stream of
Consciousness
I drowning in your eyes
Sun blushing
Azure sky merging,
Merging
The sound of cloth against wind
Waves hitting
Pounding
Embracing
Sailing
There a seagull crossing the bay-
I’m sure you remember
The breeze so warm it lit the night
I’ll always be...
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Big as Life
I will paint your name in golden letters
As big as life
And then I will paste them onto a cloud drifting
By
People will flock together in awe, they will
Point their crooked index finger and say
‘There’
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Like Stars (Burning)
Waking up was like a telephone screaming and the
Door came at them like the lightpost
While the sign saying no smoking fluttered like flames
And they held on to that dream
Because it was a nightmare or that mailbox by the
Library or the tailor on 60 east 42nd Street across from
D’Espresso’s
We all knew he had it in him
But he wasted it on the trainride
She kissed a frog...
DEAD BEATS: None Whatsoever by Ulf Skei →
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The morning was dark and rainy
A person of unknown identity sat by the roadsign
‘Gloucester 8’
Just off the M5 between
Haresfield and
Hardwicke
A nearby light from a farmhouse
Shifty and dim
‘Where to’
The man turned from my gaze as if hurt
”Cheltenham’
I saw his eyes were all…
December 2012
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Wire
They walk along the canal
I see them pass by, below the central bridge,
By the tower
Three or four times each week
Collectors
The old green Hanomag will certainly be loaded with
Scrap iron and
Wire
Tonight
Copper
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Dancers
Bits of some other existence falling
Driven
By wind and
Disgust
Part of some memory dancing
Sliding
Past doors to
Yesterday
It burns like a soothingly adverse
Smile
A ravagingly smooth wave
Goodbye
For the waltzer there is no rest
-The carpets all need comfort
(The glanze and a nod say yes)
A sweet kiss - a sigh - no more
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Fly
The fallen structure of facial view
Memory
Hope
Even less so than mere
Contemplation
Touch your lips
Fly your
Words
Lines in harmonious
Comparison
-The ribbon left to handle a
Cry for resistance leaving the
Rest to be
Desired
Required
Wanted
Needed
Much like the Dodo
Compassion is well nigh
Extinct
I give you
Freedom to fly
But you shall have to spread your own
Wings
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Gazing Sideways
The door to the café ajar
A poem on this or that napkin in the air
Three vermillion rose petals channeled into a mind
Somewhere across the universe
Jazz cool from the second floor
A pigeon waltzing across the sidewalk
Making everything part of its internal view to the world
Ophelia turning pages of a magazine
Gazing sideways
Gazing sideways
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I wrote you
I wrote you blue
Added a hint of green
The red - or was it burgundy -
Shaded by golden
Your lips there and I admit
Perfection was the purpose
And hope
But I may have failed to
transfer soul from
Your eyes
-Your heart
Onto this paper
This canvas of words
Though containing much of your
Spirit
Still less heart and
Not dancing
Not dancing
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Here...
Lost in the mists of time, within physics of desire
Outside the outer limits of reality, reality-
Visiting your spirit - touching the lines of each breath
Each sigh
Kissing the sky
The sea
The echo of your
Heartbeat sweeping marble cheek
Smooth satin lips encircling my
Dreams
The slow night has but
Begun
And a swirling universe of pros &
Cons
It’s here, exactly...
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Twisted Like Tears
The sky had that softly apathetic visionlessness about it
They knew it was for tomorrow, not for today
Suspected the statue was false
false in that it did actually move whilst waving plastic flowers
In the face of the semantic desert of a dead bard
Singing epitaphs out of key
Rubbing its face against their hope
Eating their fear of reality
Sentenced to a lifetime of boredom for accepting...
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Christmastime
No matter whether you consider yourself a religious person, whether it be called ‘christmas’ or ‘hanukkah’ in your household, it is a time of great festivity and joy. I always feel warm and it almost brings a tear of joy when I think of the christmas’ past. When I remember the years of my childhood. When I recall walking through the alleys of Stockholm Old Town with...
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Structured Vision
The structure of my fingers laid bare
Naked ‘gainst the sun
Skeletal parts shining like rhyme tangled up
With nerves
Tapping the temple - scratching an elbow
Flow
Swim
Fly
Evasive like dream like hope
They never grow wings
Or migrate to foreign shore
They never know freedom
As such
Doorways By Lisa Anina Berman
deadbeatsblog:
She hovered in doorways
bones and clothes
like a ghost almost
like she didn’t exist
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Sitting There
Like spirits in flight we bounced into one another
Silently wondering what happened
The kitchen had that ‘kitcheny’ look about it
Someone suggested we’d throw an insane party
By the sea
You know, people sitting there watching the horizon
Just watching and waiting
Like vultures waiting for it to die
Then the slight shift in perspective
Tremble
Crumble
Gone
The breeze...
November 2012
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A Cardigan Lay Strewn...
The cardigan lay strewn across a table somewhere
Somebody ordered new carpets for the
Bottom floor
An agent representing several subcontractors to the
Local printers and publicity firms
Appeared to have lost all clients to mr Chedwick Grant
From Chedwick Grant & Liedl
Our caterers displayed several tools suitable for serving
The salad
We decided to go for the lobster
A misguided...
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Writing Poem
Sorry sits the beast that used to be me
On the bench of the accused
Whispering apologies
Replying accusations
Withdrawing exclamations
More or less disgusted
Eventful is the evening and the morn’
For it squeals like a dream gone bad
A cabin door flung open
Displaying all that which should be
Sealed into boxes of yesteryear
Locked up and forgotten
Buried while heart still
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Daring to
The cat just sat there
A tiny arrangement was carried outside
Placed in the middle of the street
The ingenious positioned their hats
So that they would seem uninterested
While deep down all they wanted was to
Shout with
Joy
And throw words at the speaker for daring to
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The Mailbox
The chair was leaning towards the mailbox. A letter of recommendation flew like a waffle through the assorted pieces of universe located almost but not completely along the distance linking here to there. Did you ever scratch your nails across one of those green blackboards commonly situated on the wall behind the teacher’s back in a classroom? If you did, you know what sound was not heard...
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Nothing
Sitting here watching the rain fall
Waiting for the sun
The tiny feet of destiny
To come dancing all across my view
Rain can be cold, you know
Chill to the bone
Me, I touch the wall to see
If it’s wet or even there
But there’s nothing - not even drops
It’s just the same old dream
-Nightmare it would seem
This terrible sweat
Shaking again
Rattle my bones
I know the...
Windows... by Ulf Skei
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Windows on this street
Keep looking
-Spying
Eyes following every move
Every false approach
Each step
Constantly
Voices whisper in the dark
Behind curtains
Hollow
Hallways
&
Chambers of
Death
The only refuge nighttime
Shadows
Amongst creatures
In corners
Like the fly on a wall
Whispering
Haunting
Stalking
Talking
Behind my...
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Ray of Love
From the other side of nowhere
My feet in the sand
I drink the stream and pluck
Sunshine
I am crossing universes
Swimming space and
Moon
As well
Melt into your kiss a ray of
Love
Distinctly vague
Illusive
Shy
Ray of
Love
October 2012
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My Literature Site →
My literature site where one may purchase my books and just generally enjoy the feeling.
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DEAD BEATS: Dead Beats Presents: A Foreword →
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When I got an email from an outfit calling itself living ‘Dead Beats’, of course it was rather unusual, but not necessarily unwelcome – & the more I found out about the event they were proposing I headline in October, the more interested I got. Now that I am 77, the number of people I’ve been…
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Endurance
Touching the sky I saw your name written there
There were also the odd bicycle
None of this, however, would lend itself
To neither memory
Nor speculation
The taste of victory
The smell of despair
Windows of the soul
Broken teeth
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Tastes like you
I kiss your shadow
The dove walks across the city square
Looking confused
A wild memory runs
Into the alley
The shadow tastes like you
I realize I must be going insane
Insane
Got a nice ring to it
Insane
Like a new coffee
‘What make is it?’
‘It’s Insane…’
The music sounds like laughter
That man by the bar
I know that face
Got a new hat
But I...
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