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Entrances & Exits
Tell me Mr. Doorman, what shall I pay you
To keep the world at bay? The other world,
That other place, you know which one I mean.Tell me Mr. Gatekeeper, what fee must
I pay to let me pass this way? A long
Forbidden path, you know the one I mean.
© David R. Durham
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Time
Time
Has no edges, stacked, unstacked, leave behind,
Now moving ahead, we flow
unconsciously.
No way to change direction, we imagine other
Paths, dream in vain of other happier times.Onward tumbling we go, no rest or pause,
A parachutist’s committed descent, body
And soul, until
Death adds a final full-stop,
Untwined once more, tiny yet vast,
remember.
© David R. Durham
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Big Blue Yonder
Big Blue Yonder
You hope to meet me in a distant heavenly tomorrow;
A kettle starts to boil.You catch a glimpse of my face in the moon and stars;
Letters drop through the door.You call for me in your darkest, loneliest hours;
My shirt it smells fresh, newly washed.You find brief respite in the words of great teachers;
A cough reminds me to buy some more vitamins.Your holy mantras sing of love and longing;
The noise of children playing disturbs my restless thoughts.You search in vain for me on the mountain tops;
When all the time I am here, here in the your valleys and homes.Eternally present in your heart of hearts.
© David R. Durham
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Cafe Style
Cafe Style
Blind rules didn’t necessarily
Mean too much to him, he skiffled
And shuffled up and down the stairs.His rough worn manual labour hands,
Are gripping, floating, rubbing, flirting
With polished grained wooden rail.He seldom looked down, his sure
Falling feet finding their usual
Well rehearsed home trodden place.
© David R. Durham
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The Journey
The journey begins, upsidedown
Weather, foul beeze wrapping round me
Solid thighs. Horn calls clatter
Of’d starboard bow, caught in taught
Fever of blue cold mornin’ rush-hour.
© David R. Durham
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Leaves & Snow
Circumscribed by her warm smile,
Feelings of comfort, memories of
Home flutter, falling falling with
Winters’ white grace.
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Winter Reeds
The Words Come Softly
The words come softly;
At the break of the day.The words come softly;
And speak of fears they want to slay.The words come softly;
Union is forever they say.The words come softly;
Who’s words, who’s thoughts come today?The words come softly;
When Spirit comes our way.The words come softly;
For those who chose to listen.
© David R. Durham
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Slumbering Memories
In winter’s slanting rays, whispers whispers
Of spring’s future unfolding green pleasures.
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Rural Simplicity
Rural Simplicity
The natural order rests in rural peace,
There is no strain no forced modern pace.
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