No. 72 , Where Has All The Love Gone? , 2012

Where has all the love gone
Vanished all of it , no longer on?
And was it more than a word
With letters that spell absurd?
And really was its essence anything
After twenty six years I'm wondering?
Once the 'The nice guy' to have close .
And now a cold shoulder overdose
Character assassinated in a hotel room
Was a romance's final portent of doom.
Where has all the love gone?
A peck 'good bye' and ring on ?
No longer a marriage consummate
A bond gone past its sell- by date.



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I've been devoted , faithful and true
I meant it when I said I loved you
A passion left to decay and subside .
The end of this roller coaster ride.
Where has all that love gone?
Only memories and things bygone
No dinner parties with flowing wine
And conversations of things sublime
A marriage that was once content:
A banker's loan now used and spent
Where has all the love gone now?
In a vacuum , held by ugly row.
Broken dreams and hopes corrode
The tarmac of this no- through- road.





I loved with mind and body and breath
And now I watch Eros writhe in death.
I failed my words in bitter poet's sigh
And fooled myself I had a painter's eye,
And for that I paid the price it's true
Wrapped in my self I neglected you.
You do not see the tears flow free
As they evaporate towards the sea
But do not fret and do what you must
This heart , though not steel, will not rust .
Where has all the love gone so soon ?
A morning's passion done by noon.
Koulla , I really loved you until this very day
For you it's gone;  and now my love will fray.....

No.73: Life ...2012:

' Life ...... the main cause of death..'

No. 74: The Unknown Victims, 2012

Here we lie ,in our millions
Battered, butchered and charred.
Severed limbs , and decapitated.
A testimony to your cause
Did it not occur to you ,
That we too had children
And warm blood pulsing in our veins?

Here we lie, the vanquished
Anihilated tortured victims
Whose lives were short and captive
The focus of your joy ..
Did you ever consider that one day
Just like us fallen turkeys
For the feast of others you  are  slain?

No.75: The Pacifists, 2012

The Pacifists , invaded by barbarians ;
 united,  and turned the other cheek
Their  women raped and children slaughtered ,
 but blessed are the meek .

A rebel rose  amongst them ,
 to fight and save the culture of their sacred state
He rallied the young , in a language they knew not ,
for already ,  it was too late.

No.76: The Feminists , 2012 .

Woman had  won the war ,and so  she held her fist up high
Two equal partners now :  together,  in one bed they lie

New man is proud to stay at home , to cook and clean the best he can
Whilst she goes out and shags an uncouth   ,stone age,  proper man.

No.77: A Gay Day In London , 2012

Went to the West end last week with a friend ,
Watched a really good  show
at the National theatre,
I love the west end of London ,
I usually alight at Oxford circus,
We walked  along the the Southbank
And sat In Gabriel's Wharf.
My friend was keen to show me a place
He had been to before ,
We found it , 'Crepes' whatever they were ,
Had one and it was rubbish
Could not even offer us chips with it,
Some people know how to profit.
We walked  and walked , over the bridge ,
Towards Trafalger square .
Eventually back on track headed for Oxford Circus
Underground station,
Agreed to have a coffe at my hut
Rather than go to another cafe ,
The exits and entrances to Oxford Circus
Are all one way traffic,
It's such a busy station , currents of  people
flowing in one direction
To oppose them would drift one away to sea ,
We found the entrance for the direction to the trains.
 I stepped down  In front of  me stepped a short stubby man
In his mid thirties ,in shorts
It was a beautiful day
Especially as the heavens had bombarded London
with a blitz of rain for all the summer months this year .
The short stubby man stopped ,
This irritated me , he stopped the fast
and furioius London pedestrian traffic ,
It was only for one second
Then another man also in shorts
But much taller joined him,
They held hands, then moved on
As  my friend and I followed,
They must be lovers I thought ,
They were gay, I was also gay ,
And so was my friend
But not in the same way they were .
The whole day  was gay and happy
with sunshine highlighting London's beauty.
 We returned to Siver Street and walked through the park
Back to my place for coffee.
'Did you notice those two guys ? I said ,
'Yes' We both noticed
And I pointed out that neither of us had said anything
Neither of us found it unusual or unacceptable ,
 we had moved on.
It was such a gay day for all of us .

No. 78: Young Man From Brazil, 2012

There was a young man from Brazil
Who liked to pretend he was ill
When  he ran into bad luck
And  disease finally struck
No doctor would treat him for real

No.79:The Conformist, 2011

'I would like to become  a non-conformist if only  everybody else would do the same'

No. 80: Politics, 2011

'I am too seriously interested in politics to join a political organisation '