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Come What May

Sid – the humping Seagull

Gazing at the wonder of the skies,
Powderpuff clouds drift silently by.
Almost at once distracted am I,
By rhythmic, resounding, erratic cries.
Such is the hubbub, of a birds demise.

Perched precarious, upon his prey,
Fiendish behaviour, promiscuity.
Such is the like of, ‘Sid’s’, debauchery.
‘Humping Seagulls – come what may.

Breda Ware

Masquerade

Masquerade

Mysterious faces hidden behind veils.

A

Silhouette, not tortilla flat, but hills just begging to be won,

Quarantined in clothes that’d better come

Undone.

Eyes wide smiled,

Raw look, but…

A love bite – how would it be from what’s under the mask?

Dare ask? No.

Emotions masked.

Mysterious faces hidden behind veils.

A

Silhouette, not tortilla flat, but hills just begging to be won,

Quarantined in clothes that’d better come

Undone.

Eyes wide smiled.

Raw look, but…

A love bite – how would it be from what’s under the mask?

I never

Dare ask.

Masquerade

You the abusers, you know who you are,
With your multi million homes,
Driving top of the range, expensive cars.
Well to do toff’s, habitually spend,
Berating others, with your ‘yuppie friends’.
Narcissistic, know all’s,
You think your the best.
Egotistic, morons, give it a rest!
Animus towards others, less fortunate than you,
Revile them as low life – your ‘golden rule’,
‘Keeping up appearances’ – with kindness,
Such is your disguise.
While animosity shows in your eyes.


Breda Ware.

Open All Hours

Your house with doors of English Oak,
Handcrafted lovingly, bespoke,
Lay open wide for all dear folk.

Light a candle for those present or past,
Feorgiveness in your heart will surely last.
Give support for those you love,
With the knowledge, strength comes from above.

Breda Ware

Love(s) Lost, Love(s) Found – “Unfinished” – 1994 – adapted, extended

1994

Love(s) Lost

“Love? Two hairpins

On the bottom

Of my backpack’s pocket.”

Karel Kryl: Zbraně pro Erató (free translation)

Love? A sense

Of perfume

Of a leather jacket.

Love? A picture

Of a snowy

Mountain peak.

Love? A chalet

In a snowstorm

Won’t last a week.

Love? The first kiss

In the school hall

Goodbye.

Love? A letter abyss

A farewell

No try.

Love? Confusion

Desire less

Uncertainty.

Love? Illusion

Nothingness

Vanity.

Love? The sound

Of words

Unspoken.

Love? The wings

Of birds

Got broken.

Love? Two hands

That touched

In the forest.

Love? Just a shadow

Of an innocent

White wrist.

Love? A gap ‘tween

The audience

And the stage.

Love? A poem

From the Diary’s

Last page.

2019

Love(s) Found

(quarter of a century later)

Love? A lover

A companion

And a friend.

Love? A relationship

You wish would

Never end.

Love? Two little

Suns calling

You father.

Love? Boys,

The best girl of all

Is your mother.

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