Michael Myers
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A golden vision occurring just for me-nobody else could see
Its appearance was meant to convey a heaven sent directive
The briefness of our lives-how we can shine and hurtle through the cosmos
Not stopping, not able to change a predetermined line
The beauty of it was unchallenged
Beauty can bring peace to all beasts
They stop and heads tilted they worship the sign
It is only for them so they think
The star burns out the trail has faded but its memory etched
Even though it's dust now
It burns still inside my mind-only for me
It came again last night same time-same piece of night sky
It knew I was waiting-waiting to scorn myself
Such a mystical fool would
It played its trickery and shared its secrets only with me
Carry on the path it has chosen for me
I lay content in the knowledge of a million Gods that exist for me
My head bowed and serenity replaced helplessness
No need to let memories be a future for they are past directives
It will come again tonight-only for me
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Once I held office of repute
tutor to the son of a king
in this way I shaped your destiny
in error I told him certain truths
fell foul to a jealous Queen
lessons now ferment in vinegar wine
blanketed in a doorway unheard
but friend I have fallen from a higher place
of which you will achieve
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The day he was born
the midwife
a careless woman
dropped him
a falling cherub
on a cold disinfected floor
though quick to retrieve
his mother knew
from the moment
his tiny blue frame
expectant of breast
first suckled that hard floor
he was born falling
she cried for him
and secretly for herself
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When my tipping tributes flushed
flashed silt from sandstone arteries
to erect the seven streets
and dock and church and factory
You bought and sold their blood
polluted me with those sanguine tears
the weak where cast to depths
then streams then brooks then weirs
I revealed new worlds through a raptor's eye
draped you with that empirical robe
you grew fat, my waters became dark
off rubber off spices off souls
I sent your men to foreign fields
then furnished the men o war
I mourned as each of them returned
from field from sea from the dutiful call
You turned away dethroned yourself
abluted foul hands and prayed to lords
the dock and church and factory
were closed were sold were bought
So take now again my tipping tributes for
I am the River Mersey each flash will flush
the sandstone streets that I have now rebuilt
I'll flow I'll swell I'll wait
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Poking the embers
remnants of a crackling pyre
once circled by children
I found amongst your frilly frocks
a graveyard of my missing socks
and as I pulled an unknown thread
my aching bunions filled with dread
She sells assurance in the Seychelles
A thousand stricken kisses
adrift among the dishes
love letters never sent
folded neatly with the rent
Change is not a good thing
when wrapped in claret bows
best to shelve unopened
let the prying eye suppose
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From Land's End to Fayre aisles commerce continues
cyclonic it bring fresh aliment
the Eurasian shelf has refused to settle
it screams profanities at the stricken
Squally showers head toward the skirting of the temple
these tears first appear on the icons' faces
moving swiftly to the supple brows
of the innovators
Visibility may become hazy during the perilous
transit to the East
sector 24 may be concealed by the foliage of charity
anglers move in to control outbreaks of urban renewal
The Germanic bites and to snap its jaw
is the general synopsis
heading to the continent shake the weighing hand
you don't know the Devi better than he knows you
Sweet vitality strikes its partial foot at the penthouses
possible to turn
to the exposed people of the headlands
probable to become a swelling of the contented
A tough band of angels work their way
against the course of the night
a common visitation, an all time low
during the mystical comets valediction
Bond maids may rise and somnambulate between blighted hours
heading for foreland bearing pails of powdered milk
they form a pitiless chorus
and praise their naked masters
In total, an influx of dark elements
previously unknown
machinations shield them from the approaching front
nature's exile will never the less return
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They had clutched to you when the tracks came through
on the powdered ground. The dust fell, made their faces
as you gave them candy
As they made their tracks when you came through
on the dust fell to the ground, gave them powdered candy
Had they clutched to you?
Had you gave their tracks? When as you made them
powdered candy fell to the ground
on through the dust clutched faces they came
Faces came on through, dust powdered their tracks
clutched the ground when as you fell
they gave you the candy they had made
You fell clutched to the ground
They had made their faces when through the tracks you came on
gave them powdered candy dust
As ground powdered them their faces you had came
they gave clutched candy when the tracks fell
you made on through the dust
On through the dust they made
gave as you had clutched them
fell to the candy ground as when you powdered their faces
When the dust fell to the ground
as they clutched the candy you had gave them
tracks you made came through on their powdered faces
a rhyme of its time
to see future's failings
so golden and gated
beyond railings
all gilded and painted
by men in acquaintance ...
with both royal and sainted.
from chairs in a corner
to see order in forage
formed by clay and the mud
and the trees that the woodcutter freed
so defiling and so demeaning
just rhyming no meaning
a patch on the ceiling
my rat it is dancing
with blue sparkly pants on
Michael Myers CR 2010
