Colin Phillimore Poems

Love is clothes folded in cupboards flat,
Love is spending hours on a friendship plait,
Love is teardrops falling-split, splat
Love is.
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When the drum beat pounds and the night explodes
And the music sounds through a humming crowd.
There’s a flash of red from your dancing head
And big brown boots couldn’t give a cahoots!
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May, when my feet ache to feel soil, grass and sand
after Winter's curfew,
steps gently
into June.
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You brought me into a world of noise
And me so quiet
and yet so loud.
Constant interruptions.
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Pollen Counts

The Bees shift, move on
from Salvia's hot lips,
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…….as a Sign

I give you this ring and set you free,
You are not ‘mine' -
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If we were back at school love
You'd be fixed inside my head,
I'd gaze out of the window
And gawp at words you said.
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June perfection
with you on cliff tops
and the sea-
feeding manic parents
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i
If you don’t know me by now,
You bloody well should!
ii
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Saturday,
morning.
yawning
abyss-
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