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- SHE SAID -

by Gordon Coombes

don't go beyond your station

she said

as the train stopped -

after all these years

she said

finally you are silent -

read only comic books

she said

while watching television -

never rely on anyone

she said

as she walked away -

in the end we are alone

she said

as she hung up the phone -


- COFFEE & MUFFINS:


HAVE A MUFFIN SHE SAYS -

by Gordon Coombes

the cold rain pounds

against the window

and she says have a muffin -

the brown leaves are blown

to the ground

and she says have a muffin -

the darkness surrounds us

our island of light fading

and she says have a muffin -

the shadows of a thousand crows

pass over

and she says have a muffin -

the universe is winding down

as the sun goes NOVA

and she says have a muffin -

the love we had for each other is dying

just a convenient lie to get by

and she says have a muffin -

death squads patrol the city streets

the madmen have taken over

and she says have a muffin -

empires rise and fall

millions on the tv screen are dying

and she says have a muffin -

thousands roam the streets homeless

and she says have a muffin -

another friend fails in their ambition

as she strikes them off her guest list

and she says have a muffin -

take solace in your success

forget about the rest she says

as she bites into another hot buttered muffin -

a thousand mushroom clouds boiling

above the earth

and she says have a muffin -

missiles rain down upon us

and she says have a muffin -

planes crash into skyscrapers of steel & glass exploding

while she says have a muffin -

friends are rungs on the ladder to success

ditch any who stand in your way she said

and offered her guests coffee and muffins -

And no tea & sympathy from me

she added -

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Excerpts from my impossible epic

Tales From Cafe Apollinaire

Lao Tzu

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NIGHT VISIONS

I

horses in the fog -

August 10, 2007

by gordon coombes


the silky red coated horse lowers his head

when the prophet approaches

though mere mortals take no notice -

II
-shade & water -

August 10,2007

by gordon coombes


in the sands & olive groves of sweet Arabia

where many who thirst find shade & water

in the sweet words of the prophet -

Amazed - INTRO
by Gordon Coombes

Amazed by monks meditating
in Nepal in the Himalayas
beneath the shadow of mount Fuji
in the shadow of Cape Smokey
in the mountains of Cape Breton
hanging out over the Atlantic Ocean
as the fog rolls in
as the chilling winds of winter
blow steadily for weeks on end
& the snow drifts curve like a wave about to crash
pushing up against the walls of the Monastery -

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- The Blank Slate -

August 10, 2007

By gordon coombes



So there seemed little hope

'til I found an empty page

pure & virginal

upon which to write

a blank slate waiting for inspiration

for strange flights of the imagination

finding an empty canvass waiting

for invisible brush strokes shading

light & dark colors & shadows

mysterious spaces left untouched

finding the perfect stone revealing

an object of desire

hidden within

melancholy trees birds taking wing

faces of pain & joy

beauty bursting through the uncarved stone

in the eye of the humbled artificer

words forced to take shape

as the poet's dreams will allow -

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William S. Burroughs

Aphorisms & Haiku II:
Stonefish & Tiger-lilies
by Gordon Coombes

Free the guilty hang the innocent
Love your enemies hate your friends-

an elephant paces the floor
outside my room
knocks on the door-

Tulips sprout in the toilet bowl
paintings hang from trees
clouds drift through my head-

cars sitting idle at night
on these quiet streets
of what do they dream-

Her eyes were tiger-lilies
her face was a mirror
walking around inside her head
I discover it is a house of mirrors-

paddling through shimmering glass
canoeing across reflected blue skies
& drifting clouds-

On a sunny day there are tropical fish
swimming in the sky-

birds etched trapped in stone
dream of taking flight-

--Continued in list of poems---

Driving Nowhere

yerka

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