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Arriving

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Later than expected

I nursed the homeward journey to my taste.

I was quite early but as ever later than I’d like.

I wish’d the time to be manipulated but maybe now I have a reason,

but given none, I ‘d be mistaken to think it better.

I’d saddle side the trojan deity,

the flagrant half of my depravity:

secrets laid, a secret’s bared upon the soils of Spring time’s sowing.

I want an evening only dreaming,

the morning’s set a path for me.

I had a notion of my journey once before.

Upon the way to where it is I go

I feel the trembling, the loss of everything.

I miss the way it was when the oath (or path) was empty.

©TheHairyTeacher2013

 

Another Life

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Another Christ has risen

Another fast forgotten

Another great day of celebration

That makes us better than them.

Another year has passed

Another chance is lost

Another reason to abhor

That stagnant church profusion.

Another child baptised

Another lamb to the lies

Another “soul” converted

To that hateful, spiteful, plan.

©TheHairyTeacher2013

Another thought

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I know that once I made a promise to never stop loving,
but I’ve forgotten to whom to,
and I’ve broken it a hundred times.
Through the ages I have realised that it bothers me more –
how we are, us humans, than how we’d ever dare
to ignore it, with a distraction such as love.

It keeps us alive, it’s true, but I’ve also learnt of fascists
who’d rather have died than stop loving…
Am I the coward after all!

 

©TheHairyTeacher2013

An error

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In skipping this the time still passed
the page left blank not long did last,
but recognised my error sown
returned again so- not alone.
And as the words and ink did dry
I wondered at my reason why
I did decide to choose to fill
the page that, forgot, could blank be still.

 

©TheHairyTeacher2013

Again a circle drawn

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The night that takes me home could have been an evening,
but then the snows again appeared, deceiving.
And all the Spring incline once more a muddle
As snowdrift veils the snowmelt puddle.
Again the fields are white and all cars too.
The very Henry’s dream in negative hue.
The slow retirement -a childish glee.
Where age perceives its doom,
youth dreams infinity.

 

©TheHairyTeacher2013

Afternoon Tram

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Afternoon tram, the smell of perfume, aftershave and youth.
Some more aged try blending in with the chaos,
and I’m reminded of what some students said:
“the old are so annoying.”
Am I old to them or am I still young if but mature?
Do I become old when I find them irritating?
No, they irritate each other! Don’t they?
Am I OLD if I even have to ask these questions?
My stop comes…

 

©TheHairyTeacher2013

Everything and

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Picture this.
A very sunny day though not yet hot.
Still cool enough around the edges
to feel my short sleeves.
Sitting on a bench at a busstop waiting.
Behind me at the old chapel steps
three vagrants sit.
Chatting, loitering,
and one with a kitchen sink –
It’s steel skin shining in the promised heat.

 

©TheHairyTeacher2013

Tempus

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Tick tock
a moment spent without hellos goodbyes:
indifference.
That just sheer chance that had us without a single thought.
And then we relinquished all our sense
and beckoned chatter, debate, discussion…
all in a guise.
With sudden haste
we watched the dreamy haze
against the lone strap sharpened;
we saw the moment
and its langour disappear.
Replaced by haste,
by waste,
by every other thing.
We were removed to this rank rhythm.
The tired mind, the floating heart,
now reeling –
they’re being wrenched apart.
Thump thump
the beat begins
the dukes are set
and into another aspect
we will breach.

 

Note of interest http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/put-up-your-dukes.html

 

©TheHairyTeacher2013

Briefly

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For the briefest of moments
– not here on the tram
with the blue-eyed, old woman
looking on –
But for the shortest of snippets
in my life as I lead it,
I felt everything –
and everything had become one.

 

©TheHairyTeacher2013

Ankerd (Anker revisited)

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Now there is a fine line between impatience and over-tolerance and whereas I’m prone to the latter my decision to walk out 25 mins after ordering a bundáskenyér/french toast was certainly not, as far as I was concerned, an undue criticism of Anker (Anker köz ).
The problem with student staffed places is that the attitude can align itself with the service while professionalism falls by the wayside. It takes a good manager to strike the right balance but Anker is just not up to scratch.
Walking out took effort as I was hungry and, mid-morning, running between classes. On an empty stomach I alighted onto the street and while I could have dwelled on my misfortune I chose to steal a silver lining: at least I’d be early for my lesson- no rushing necessary. That I popped into Tesco for a sausage roll and subsequently food poisoning may be utterly unrelated but I smell voodoo, the karma of non- pacificists!

(See previous review: http://thehairyteacher.com/to-pin-it-down/ )

 

©TheHairyTeacher2013

 

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