Sir, is this seat taken
If not may I sit next to you
Before you pass judgment
Save a man left hopeless

No, pity is not what I seek
Not even a couple dollars for bus fare
If you can listen to me for a while
That would put my weary heart at ease

Here I am pouring sorrows to strangers
Sir, I hope you can see past that for a while
Deserted in a ghost town for days
Walking for hours looking for a person to talk to
All I found was silence and she does all the talking

sauve translation
the neon tube fire
burning like an oracle

this affection
I watch transfixed
your slender cold hands
upon my chest
your breath through
my dress shirt

how many lives
have I lived
you once asked

how many tommorows
have you seen
and you smiled

"I have seen them all"

"PAST LOVES"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 25th March 2011.

I loved him, 
I still love him,
he's dead now.

I loved him too, 
I still love him too,
he's dead now too.

I loved her,
I still love her, 
she's dead now.

Their presence comes 
and goes by, 
the warmth of feelings rise 
and give caresses in the day.

In the night, 
one senses they are there,
alive,
their souls 
or air
that holds sweet memories,

I walk from room to room
trying to catch a glimpse of you,
and all that I could see,
are muted shadows playing tag.

Sunlight catches visions
of days now stored in memory
and with your recent passing,
you climbed upon the misty crag.

The kitchen tap still leaks,
we've fixed that oft and time again;
your trusty stove still works,
those smells and tastes still fresh in mind.

besser blocks

I hate besser blocks
I hate besser blocks
I hate besser blocks
besser blocks are a bugger.

they are ugly, course and grey
hollow rectangles
making a squared off infinity
of unending drear

where you, my love
brown solemn eyes,
regard me with a hint of sparkle
above your freckled nose
and full lips

I hate besser blocks
I hate besser blocks
besser blocks are a bugger.

Like passing shadows
We are only yesterday's
Exhalations.

Written By Moses..

Love is the gentle, soothing, refreshing, breeze
On a warm summer night
On the back porch of my little country home
Watching the gibbous moon slowly glide across the dark sky

Lust is the whirlwind on a dusty afternoon
As the rain clouds and thunder storms start to form
Behind the large, orange, glowing, sunset
Chasing little girls and boys inside from their play

Love is the tender waves lapping at the shorelines
On a cool summertime beach
On the steps of my seasonal beach house
Watching the stars meet the ocean

Sitting in a pizza restaurant
a favorite one we often haunt
looking through the window pane
watching an orange sunset again

near buildings' shadows creep along
as we listen to a jukebox song
when the sun blinks out suddenly
unfiltered by any distant tree

All the cars on the highway
turn on their lights at end of day
becoming a rushing stream of light
disappearing out of sight

St one Man

Who's that walking round my pews?
they're with that old grey guy again.
Is it he they seek for good news,
I’ve heard them praying to him in pain.

He was not here throughout our war,
with all that thunderous thud and fear.
Those other buildings rased, what for?
I wish we stone could shed a tear.

I am St Paul for christ sake,
does no one see but marvelled stone.
Summoned by bells each week they'd shake,
away their fears and sins, and drone.

Diamonds