Heart breaking to see what’s happening to HK. Both sides have backed themselves into a corner.
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My life moves by landscape,
stationary
from my fiftieth floor
apartment balcony...
mountainous background,
oceanic foreground,
cargo laden ships anchored;
inbetween, aircraft airborne
or touching down,
with casual orchestry.
Typhoon spins,
northeast winds at first;
as it draws closer,
gales gust,
bringing rain bands
slanting sideways
blown in torrents
creating lakes from puddles
up-side-downing umbrellas.
a honed wooden bed, slightly convex
guttered edges to catch the oil
lashings of which dumped on naked flesh
massaged with hands "expert" at this
this city slicker spent last weekend at a farm
in Amish and Mennonite territory in Wisconsin
the earth was either iced or covered in snow
with temperatures a few degrees below
Sat in my chair just wondering how
life takes its turns and twists
then you appear and take a bow
an advance Christmas gift
another circle round the sun
another year has just begun
and all the cliches, they still hold
for health, and love, that pot of gold..
Friday evening at a charity show
billed as last word in standup comedy
absurd but those who know me know
I don’t understand a bloody word of Hindi
Three smartphones,
six earphones
attached to white wires
tangle in the side pocket of
my wine coloured backpack.
inserted un-together,
once in, they mingle,
wrangling and vying for
bus ride plug-in.
like hair in my face on a windy day,
you crop up everywhere.
propelled by jet rocket
shooting through space
that’s how my cells flip
sensing your nearness
reading your face
This hot summer's day
invites a stroll by the pool
where lilies spread
on broad leafy beds
and Koi circle below,
glinting and gliding,
slow and cool
as you please.
Lizzie the lizard was angsty
her hubby travelled way too often
she itched for some hot hanky panky
in the form of a good sized chameleon
There once was a girl oh so kind
To other's meanness mostly blind
She went through life quite free from strife
'Cause of friends who watched her behind
kids in sensored jackets,
duck behind boxes
hide around pillars
hunt in teams
laser guns blazing
Music is a poor paymaster
in monetary terms that is
so with this career path disaster
why do musicians still persist
She churns mail at midnight
grinds round the clock
swings from sugary sweet
to grating as a rock.
a woman in a man's world:
equating achievement
to non-stop adrenaline,
like a wild swinging pendulum.