to love the self

to love the self

To love the self

My neighbour has four small dogs in the night if they hear

a cat they bark to protect their owner warning the unseen

enemy to stay away. The dim dogs know what they are,

for me, it is a struggle to know myself my likes and
dislikes

are shifting sand the landscape is never the same I wake up

In the night ask what the hell I am doing here.

I meet people who no longer know me I put it down to

their elderliness as I find my old age impossible to
grasp 

I like triangles better than squares and are drawn to see

beauty in the odd ugly shapes fascinates me.

I don`t think the world has changed in my life time, well

perhaps the computers anything else is only redefined

and made easier to access for me this is easy but of course

Looking at myself in pictures going back forty years, I
still fit

 the same suit and has
been modern and old-fashioned

several times and is still in good condition wish I could
say

the same about me my I never really liked what I looked like

and what I think as dreamlike as the Saragossa Sea.

Nepal

Nepal

Nepal

Nepal I know little of this country nestling

Among colossal mountains

It used to be a kingdom, but the king was so

Autocratic that he lost the job.

Later on, I have this from memory, one of the princes

Shot the royal family as they were sitting down for tea.

This didn`t help him to become a king,

I think he is a monk now and get fed by the poor.

Nepal is also a place where Pakistan and India sometimes

Shot at each other when not freezing to death

At high altitude in summer uniforms

A recent earthquake brought Nepal to the news for a day

They have been promised help to rebuild Kathmandu 

As usual in such cases, the money gets syphoned off and
little

Reach the people of Nepal.

To whom who cares Nepal is also the birthplace of Buddhism.

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A Lizard Sonnet

If you travel to escape the small lizard on your back

You will eventually be outside your parents’ house

Only they have long since go

Someone else lives there perhaps a child sleep in your bed

Dreaming your dreams

You walk down a street where you used to play

But no one knows, and the sense of loss overwhelms you

Swallow hard not to cry because your memory is untrue.

You left to get a small-minded town, poverty and screams

 In the night, but it was worth going back to remain you what

An awful place you left.

I have a small lizard in the kitchen have tried

To kill it because it is grey and without redeeming colours that

Could make it into a pet but it is too quick and hide in corners

I can`t reach so it can live for now. 

Oslo sonnet

Oslo sonnet

Oslo Sonnet

Today I made a vegetarian meal it was not any good, but we
ate it, after all, it was healthy and I remembered the time when I had the idea
of becoming a vegetarian cook or chef as it is called now got an interview in
Oslo and took the night train. Third class and the open carriage was full;
luckily I had a blanket with me I used it as the tent so I didn`t have to talk
to anyone. 

It was a seven-hour journey it was so boring I was ready to
get up a scream but somehow fell into a trance. We arrived at eight the station
café was open I had a coffee and fell asleep. A man in uniform woke me and told
me to leave this was not rest- room for vagabonds.    Oslo was entirely grey, building, people,
the road it was as colours had fled to a tropical paradise and cold coconut
milk first thing in the morning

By now I had lost all interest in the vegetarian thing and
ate eggs and plenty of bacon took the train home but in a first class
compartment. At home, there was a cable for me a job on a ship a week later I was
in Jamaica where the colours in Oslo also had gone. I met a girl we danced to
the music from jukebox something about a blanket on the ground and the night in
Jamaica was blue silk, the moon was full and golden.

a fairy tale

a fairy tale

A Fairy Tale

This skinny lonely wolf reduced to eating worms

Expulsed from his arguing with the leader wolf how best

To catch caribous

Nose to the ground it found an open chest of fifty

Gold ducats and since they shone so bright he ate them all

And heavy was its belly

When other wolf saw his stomach they thought he was

A successful hunter and he taught them how to kill

Caribous and deer too. 

As a leader dog, he was the first to eat from a kill and

Left behind a coin or as they a ducat and a hunter stalked him

To find in his excrete another coin

Fifty times the hunter dug into wolf shift and came up rich

And trekked home but a blizzard came, his was ill prepared

This heavyweight he dragged about

Put the ducats under a tree and tire he came home

When the weather cleared, he found the tree the coins were gone

And a boney wolf was walking away it had a huge stomach.

a landscape painting

a landscape painting

The painting

I remember it well

The dirt road

The neglected

Domestic landscape

Abandoned

Growing wild

Tall

Ongoing battle

Freedom

For the strongest

Tree

I walked

Into the painting

Wore clogs

Yellow dust

Behind me

Going North 

paris sonnet

paris sonnet

Paris Sonnet

 I visited Paris a few
days ago went into a café

And ordered a cream cake, the slice was huge

And had a yellow liquid on top, I was assured

It was sweaty sugar.

Tiny footsteps

No, it was decoration

Made by an artistic baker and a fork

I have diabetes should not eat sugary things

Put a serviette over the cake, drank my coffee and left.

The river Seine was still high

I just this morning read that Paris has a plaque of rats

Discerning taste prefers cake shops and why not

Who wants to live in that dirty river blind lovers

Think are romantic.