SHORTS

1.    

The boy sang in love with some beautiful bees

The young man felt one sting

He ran from the pain to the shelter of trees

      Where the old man could not sing

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We will just by ourselves be led

         and from no other borrow

Tt    then, when we find love, if we’re dead

          no other has to sorrow.

STATISTICS 

By these the useless and the dead are       numbered.

A woman is curtailed, a man ignored.

Childhood and the child are schools                                                        apart

       and all my dreams more real 

                    than graphs and cakes.

HAIKUS (or similar)

Leaves crinkle and drop

Forced off with impatience

By waiting new buds

Day birds fall silent

Muted purple night sinks deep

Up creeps drowsiness

Strained, stained and winter

Grey blood of an Englishman

Bleached far beyond colour

Fox carcass

Speed blurred

Bloodied still

Child knows: does not see

Adult questions: finds nothing

Aged heads: confused not wise

If you give

And I take

We part soon