World’s end (literally)

Not too distant in the future past
earth became flat, at last
the end and the beginning could be seen
and all that is, in between,
Too much weight on either side
It will tilt, break, or just divide
Sapiens have to think new rules
learn survival skills, old fools
fighting, war, greed and lust
leave everything if living must
balance earth’s weight all around
animals, forests, water and mounds
best brains worked day and night
at last, a solution was in sight
Cities moved thousand miles each side
counted, measured, every wave every tide
No cast, creed or money worth a lot
Together ploughed away, without a thought
Humanity survived this colossal task
United, they can achieve any big ask
Nature should have made earth flat at inception
would have saved Sapiens from all death and deception

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A hole in my heart

everything you see,
whatever it be, it is me,
heart and soul own,
as known, the one who burned,
turned, in the shallowest of sleep,
heart bleep, threat turning hollow,
pride swallows, and let it show,
ashamed of passion, let it glow,
world laughs, so what, wind blows
I sense her from thousand miles
that sweet smell, travelling through mist
carrying most vivid dreams of one day
will be Sunday, when you and I meet
in the same cobbled street,
underneath half lit lamp,
on a damp, freezing morn
when your cold hand need warmth
you put it on my burning heart
a new beginning, brilliant start
Oh, I can see that beautiful time
coming soon, serene, sublime
almost touchable in Throxenby Lane
through my hospice window pane

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Open

Open your heart’s window
see on the horizon
my deep affection
floating before the sun
covering its face
to protect you from harm
it can be bruised and burned
and I see your smile
for a while, satisfied eyes
when they realise
someone is so madly,
insanely hooked on the ocean blue,
willingly putting hand in fire
soothing his burning desire
If only you could open
that window been shut for ages

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Fresh

Memories that vibrant image brings
Flute I hear, a soprano sings
Your hand, pink palms, slowly spread
Touching, disappearing in the blood red
Caressing produce, wide eyes stare
heart seduced, mind strips, soul bares
Summer dress, glowing sunflower bloom
Years have passed, all deep dark gloom
slowing traversing these same streets
where I was kissed, had innumerable treats
always ended up looking rather lost
Time erasing recollections fast
Keep searching, past forgotten ghosts
those wonderful arms, that beautiful host
of merriment, ecstasy and joy of soul
Life without you, a great big hole

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A NOMAD ON THE LOOSE

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