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  So come with me and pray with me

  In washing, cleansing rain

  Lay out thy sins and find within

  A blessing for your pain

  POPCORN HOT DAY

  Hedge cut, rose bush trimmed

  Seeds, nuts, water for birds to drink

  Water wings, paddling pool

  ready for dipping

  Strawberries and cream

  fresh from the fridge

  A sweltering night, dripping sweat

  No wind today,

  no clouds in a pastel blue sky

  Only smoking barbecue drifts

  Bites into burgers and roasted fish

  As laughter echoes through searing heat

  Sound is dulled,

  glancing mirage of rain downhill

  Sunlight prickles, reddens lighter skins

  Fluttering grandma’s fan bought 1976

  Concrete popcorn hot,

  ground cracked, parched

  Hosepipe ban as rivers run dry

  James Brown rasps

  It’s hot, popcorn hot

  END GAME

  Stained pages are turned

  Charged words from to learn

  So life fritters by

  As men toil and men die

  Some fight for a cause

  Some have no cause to call

  ‘Cept to bring world to ruin

  By the things they love doing … to you

  FEEL IT

  Love me through the pain and sorrow

  Love me like there’s no tomorrow

  You sense that I’ll be good for you

  And you know I feel it too

  Kiss away the hurt and shame

  Set the river running in the rain

  Whispering our secret names

  Off your knees when you’re done praying

  Take me through the night, the day

  Here is where we need to stay

  Chase the darkness through to light

  Hold me close to make it right

  Feel it, feeling as we do

  One on one with you makes two

  WAS LOVE EVER HERE?

  Love, was it love

  I gave to you, you gave to me

  Love, was love ever here?

  Impulses to feel, press our flesh;

  You desperate to unload tension,

  Me desperate for a little affection -

  Habit forming dependency.

  But was it love my darling

  That I gave to you, you gave to me

  My love, was love ever here?

  Perplexing rushing hormones; instinctive

  Exchange of needs, negotiating feels,

  Bodies overriding what heart pleads.

  The hunger that fills with emptiness,

  A wallowing in sensual loneliness.

  But was love ever really here my dear, dear,

  Dearest love?

  WORLDLY WIDE

  The eye floats in a seething cauldron

  Where aspirations melt and burn

  As promises fritter as politic ashes

  Pulverising; robbing food,

  denying shelter

  With a compensation of payday loans

  Donating a trespass of debt

  Wars simmer as the camel moves through

  the needle’s eye

  Simplicity’s anguish for the providence of nature; blighted

  Signs light up the skies

  without heed to alert

  The demolition wages on while people

  Grow poorer each ticking moment

  Count the hours

  as poisoned life-forms wither away

  To the clamour of this carnivorous onslaught

  Greed builds its austerity

  Begetting sterility: a perishing future

  The economy of life hangs in this demented balance

  Wanting ...

  WHAT IS THE EXACT TIME?

  They asked the sun

  They asked the moon

  They asked the comets and the stars

  But they all replied:

  ‘Only The Creator knows’

  He told the fig tree

  What? Not the quantum mechanics?

  So they asked the fig tree

  Whose answer was ripening

  In the here, in the now …

  In the knowing and the telling

  But the fig tree’s only offering

  Was to bear first fruits

  for harvest time …

  HEARTFELT

  Through the maze of a myriad words

  Afloat in this matrix

  A refuge for recounting memories

  Airing restless waves of repression

  Tracing latent desires

  and monolithic pauses

  Till the reactive heart lays

  its instinctive beat

  And love repeals denial through a membrane of abstract sensing

  Where impulsive rhythm soothes the hurt

  ... We form a conjunction

  SILENT LIGHT

  She laid her head in the crook of his neck

  He kissed her forehead

  She began to softly cry

  He didn’t speak to ask why

  Simply hugged her close

  As her tears trickled down his arm

  She fell asleep

  He fell asleep

  They woke to sunlight streaming through

  the window pane

  He carried her out to the apple tree

  Set her back against its trunk

  As the wind blew fragrant through the blossom

  With the sweet scent on her breath

  She breathed her last

  in the afternoon shade

  The odd ray of light filtering through the branches

  He held her hands till they grew cold

  Stroked her forehead before letting go

  THE REALM

  We created our own tempo,

  without mass; no trace

  You trail …

  Moving through quantum oceans

  In resonance, illumined in dreams

  Neither life nor death

  can contain this realm

  Where love exists and heals

  We break the code,

  where secrets don’t exist

  Simply one like this,

  as time slips …

  OTHER BOOKS BY

  THE AUTHOR – Patricia L Graham

  Flight of Fantasy Collection (2013) paperback and ebook

  First Lost Risen (2013) paperback and ebook

  A Rhythm of Life (2013) ebook