6th June 1944

I was only two and a bit,
but I remember you.
In that you flew over little me,
I saw the sky filled with planes.

The ones towed behind,
never to return again.
As the soldiers that they held,
to save us, not themselves.

I cry for you even now.
They have told me all my life,
that you gave yours.
Without thought so freely.

My memory could not see,
the pain in body and mind.
Where death stalked you,
to save those left behind

Whispers in the dark leaking from the window
revealed treachery of which I didn't know
I kicked open the door and my heart bled,
seeing two bodies entangled on the bed

My lover's face now masked by fear
while an old friend cowered in the corner
How long have I been a fool, I wonder
but the answer doesn't really matter

By Ian Thomson

The economic situation in the European nations
Is the reason why our savings disappear
For the banks gave all our money
To their pals, who think it’s funny,
To get free loans for champagne and high-strength beer

This social deprivation leads to food banks, near starvation
But our feathered friends seem happy with their lot
For although we’re nearly skint,
Those seabirds seem to have a mint,
Put deposits on new cars they haven’t bought.

momentous seclusion in bracelets
salted silt bristling bed
twin dis-part in aeons
and a doe on the brink skein
brown backed a sand pyramid
tri rising the collar baked
well far for the desert scene
in the forests with a rush
ribbon of a gazelle and her elongation
freedom frisk for a patrol pedestrian
be this before Venus vanilla twilight

the murk drools past
the soft touch
holding face in all the shine
each crafted pleasant
petal up to the sun\

prittie puts it on\

complex as a knot of twine
and the ball hits the
blacktop

and the skies eyes
are as blue as mine
they can see
forever

and ever...

There are too many stoney fields
which plows will never again touch.
They bear those stones like ancient shields,
these glades which aren't frequented much.

Perhaps the last crop planted there
was planted far too deep.
Though each was spaded with great care,
above the surface sprouts don't peep.

The soil here is deep and dark
made fertile by too many souls
spaced neatly as if in some park
in ordered rows across the knolls.

Words appear as
fire in my bones
memories like fuel on red ashes

Writing things down
cools the flames burning
At the end of the day
I am who I am

When alone, you fill my mind,
out of reach it makes tears.
The dawn becomes dull.
Sunsets a grey shadow.
Now you’re gone from view.

How can I get through to you?
Where are you that I may try?
To hell with proper ways.
I lived with them, all my days
I won’t change tracts.

Give me more strength,
I have purpose to eclipse stars.
I grow weak, without you.
Why did we go separate ways?
It’s etched into my thoughts.

cedar arms
drinking in the reflections
the cruel cold of spring
poured down the mountains
running beneath the arch
full of sun
and shade

the green pools of
forests
undulating
rooftops throwing
light
like petals rising
in empty lots
a face of greeting

curio girl
jewel amber iris
your depths
shine from windowpanes
full of bars and goods
your delicate hand
with change from
a till
handling auras and
ghosts in possessions
and dreams

Round 2
"Hello …you look
familiar."
"Really?Have I
met you before
somewhere?"
"You went to
Duncan Myer
High.Right?"
"Yea! I did
did you …?"
"Yea …Go Duncan
High Rangers!"
( Whoa! What a hook!)
Flag on the play
she has a class
bumper sticker
on her car.
Round 2 to him.