john coldwell

You are not another common man,
A mere name upon a roll,
No, you are a universe,
An eternally expanding soul.
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Dare you, today, accompany me,
To the murky wells of memory,
It's said we don't remember pain,
We cannot, by recall, wince again,
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We passed by the silent sliding curtain,
That closed the final act upon her life.
Through the florist’s dank smell of the courtyard,
And passed wilting flowers in rusty vases,
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Wonder where your thoughts came from?
what you stand your suppositions on?
Did they creep in second hand,
Ready processed, tasteless, bland,
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Beneath the autumn sky's cold clouds of metal,
Wind chased shadows evict a last clinging petal
From it's exhausted home.
To live on the streets,
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Don’t forgot the countryside,
With your computer, career and chores.
It goes on in spite of you,
With schemes greater, and more intricate, than yours.
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Let the children of your anxious mind,
In other arms their comfort find,
And come yourself away with me,
Beyond the palms and limpid sea.
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I saw my latest grandchild yesterday
All lagoon eyes and fat little fingers
A perfect beauty in every way
What joy pure time, and chance can bring us.
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I was once both lost for words,
And incapable of speech,
I had paucity of verbs,
And antonyms were out of reach.
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Dare you, today, accompany me,
To the murky wells of memory,
It's said we don't remember pain,
We cannot, by recall, wince again,
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I was once both lost for words,
And incapable of speech,
I had paucity of verbs,
And antonyms were out of reach.
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The Humble Hymn Book

I am the humble Hymn book,
You may have heard of me before.
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How many times we went to bed at night
Not daring to think what might…
We let the barren years unwind
Put out of time, put out of mind
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Its always April,
Here, in Monet’s Garden.

Showers of colour,
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You fight your curiosity,
At every stranger’s face it sees,
Their awkward shapes, eccentric gestures.
Ungainly gaits, peculiar postures
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Let the children of your anxious mind,
In other arms their comfort find,
And come yourself away with me,
Beyond the palms and limpid sea.
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Dare you, today, accompany me,
To the murky wells of memory,
It's said we can't remember pain,
We cannot, by recall, wince again,
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Of all the fools that I could list,
The greatest is the Atheist,
There may be others that you would choose,
But I have the Bible to support my views,
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Agitation, slowly bubbling to boil,
The stoking-up has begun.
With spiteful hiss and hot oil,
We depart on our ramshackle run.
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O! our joy, the Great, the River Ouse
Thou still retains thine ancient banks
And give us yet those age old views
Of field, and fen, and willowed ranks
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