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I carry a Mills grenade in my right hand

Life pulled the pin from it a while ago

Without my wavering grip, it will explode

My flesh and blood to scatter where I stand

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Lemon

Just like a lemon, hard pressed at full squeeze

My heart gives up its juice at every beat:

Under the bitter weight of love dismissed,

Of life’s dismantled dreams and dark defeat.

Haiku

Winter-forgotten garden

Rain-sodden shed

Crying its dark-cloud tears

The arrival of Spring

At once the sun had hid behind dark clouds

And a Northerly wind picked up and brought

With it much needed rain, but also cold –

The coming Spring concealed beyond its shrouds

Divertimento Working from Home

I am at home, I want to play!

So many things I want to say:

 

Though I may deal in silly rhymes

I am not master of my time -

 

I must strive and get along

(can’t stop to sing my little song).

 

When night time comes I’ll want to cry:

I saw my Muse ... and passed her by!