How Many Miles from Where?

Cats and their Dawgs

Cat talked to NYC in the AM, flying off to HK in the PM.
Sista works a hair chair, takes Thursday nights off.
Brother, misspells everything, but still hangs on to everything.
Dawg in the corner, testing the missus back in Pnom'whatever.
Lady in the back checking him out after teaching Asian politics all day.
Man, glasses, trying to stay quiet in re quid crisis, making money.
Lights, go by outside. People making places.
Indian and the like, across the road.
Drummer. Strummer. Second comer.

All this, and a glass of wine for all.

---
George Dyke

Before you know

Before you know it, I was lost in your way!
Before you know it, lost.
Ups and downs and life wanders by.
Lost in the cost and the moments, scene cut and dried.

Rythm of the days, sun comes up each.
On the other side, neck turns to see.
Screens in between filled with the gloss.
Colours not quite together, until the night flows on in.

Yellow described, as bright shining sun.
Blue as the sky, sea shimmering green.
Red of the rose, and green and it's sheen.
Black and then white, as we imagine day into night.

What then of the days gone by.
Spent your way through and onto the next.

---
George Dyke

AB See

AB See

Ancient Britian, I think he said.
A pub for the ages, or at least they'd say.
Waiting for time to make it's name sake.
Serving up specials, dinner and wine, one for the old days, ancient
and thyme.

Sitting here wasting away a Spring nigh'.
Thoughts of a week with one day to go.
One week's labour mostly in the books.
The AB you see, one of life's little nooks.

---
George Dyke

Means To You

Means To You

Images, a plenty. What do they mean to you?
Images, generated. What are they intended to do?
Show me my family, and I redefine.
Show me a painting, and I refine.

Images do take us to a place.
Help us understand our location in space.
And travel through time, back to a date.
Even if we don't know exactally what that date is.

Rock paintings and carvings, come deep from mankind.
Someone took time out to daily their grind.
Left for us to interpret their truth.
A vector captured moment to position our reflection.

---
George Dyke

Rugby League Legend Shot

Train's Track

Train's Track

How often, the train derails!
How often, the train derails?
How often, the train derails.
This train, right? It's above the bar on hobby rails. Yet, still. How
often it derails!

Icy Situation

Icy Situation

Tonight. On ice. Twice. As nice.
Transition. On a mission. Clinitian.
Put one in. Take one out. Hit the post.
Season online. Season, another toast.

Have Everything, Will Travel!

Springtime Lunchtime

There's nothing that the Spring cannot heal! (NB Oberst)

Banksy Removal

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Brook Street Beating

Brook Street Beating

Phase One they say is where he lay,
Heading home an hour night far from day.
Beat he got, but not Karouac's kind.
Beat be got, right out of his mind.

Young man, sweet years floor layer it's told.
No chance now he'll ever grow old.
Bashed he got, for cash or just spite.
Bashed he got, no fight just flight.

Coma they say, karma coma for his assilants.
Sensless acts they carry heavy fraught to the grave.
Life snuffed out, reason unknown.
Life snuffed out, season turns cold.

11:59

When your end of days comes, and you are no more, you will be no more.
There is no life after life ends, no coming back as anything but a
photograph, or perhaps a recording. So live life for the living, and
give like you'll never run out.

Seconds

Oh, written second book. But first book not yet printed. Who will
print it for me? Anybody? Or is of for me to write, and hope you don't
forget?

And all the buildings that have been built in the sightlines of our
city views, that block us from seeing the country beyond. Shall my
words be a mere edifice on the verbose horizon of the written word?
Will they carry meaning beyond the muses of my day-to-day?

Para Game

Spirit so human, what else to expect?
What, my body? Who calls the norm?

Put it all in, all that I've got is all that you get.
Best in myself and that's all I can ask for. And you should ask no less.

Fwd: More on Happy Hours in Newfoundland

Recently forwarded funny! ;-) 

Subject: More on Happy Hours in Newfoundland

Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar just off the main Highway at Goobies, Newfoundland.
 
After last call, the officer noticed a man leaving the bar who was so intoxicated that he could barely walk. The man stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing. After what seemed an eternity and trying his keys on five different vehicles, the man managed to find his car, which he fell into.  He sat there for a few minutes and then threw a hook and line out the window and seemed to be trying to catch a fish.
 
A number of other patrons failed to observe this crazy drunk as they left the bar and drove off.

 

Finally the drunk started the car, switched the wipers on and off (it was a fine, dry summer night) flicked the blinkers on, then off a couple of times, honked the horn and then switched on the lights.
 
He then pulled in the hook and line and moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then remained still for a few more minutes as some more of the other patron vehicles left. At last, the parking lot was empty; he pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive slowly down the road.
 
The officer, having patiently waited all this time, now started up the patrol car, put on the flashing lights, and promptly pulled the man over and carried out a breathalyzer test. To his amazement the breathalyzer indicated no evidence of the man having consumed any alcohol at all!

Dumbfounded, the officer said "I'll have to ask you to accompany me to Headquarters. This breathalyzer equipment must be broken."
 

"I doubt it," said the truly proud Newfoundlander "Tonight I'm the designated decoy."  

Swans Dive!

Swans dive, but no they don't!
Dogs thrive, but don't they gloat!
Cats await, travel with flair!
Spider's fly, his greying hair.

Hello World!

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> Open poetics has arrived! And just in time too! Thank Christ!
>
> This is an open writing workspace, mostly for me to start with, but
> perhaps others will join as time passes. The objective is to have
> fun socializing the writing process. In here, you'll find... Well,
> nothing yet. But eventually, maybe words, snippets, photos that
> inspire, chunks of verse in finished, but launched anyway, dareling
> into cyber space.
>
> Maybe one day I'll even be joined by others. Let's hope so! But
> let's hope the side effects from the joining process are mild!
>
> So, on with the words and on with the movement! open poetics!
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