Thursday, 1 February 2018

Way On Down

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Way On Down ~

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Way On Down


                                Trodden down
                                 The only way is down
                                  Down dirty steps
                                   To the dizzy depths
                                    Down out of sight
                                     Well out of mine
                                      Deep diving down
                                       To the rising tide
                                        From the downcast eye
                                         Lay your money down
                                          It's up to him
                                           Not down to me
                                            To pick him up
                                             With cast off
                                              Hand-me-downs
                                               Or a flea-bitten
                                                Eiderdown
                                                 And after all
                                                  When the storm
                                                   Dies down
                                                    Who knows
                                                     Perhaps he'll drown


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by Sab Will



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© 2018 
Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free - Contact me directly for photo tours, interviews, exhibitions, etc.

Friday, 29 December 2017

Creating The Impossible

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Creating The Impossible ~

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Creating The Impossible

Between two notes you drifted
Like a sly snow flake shape-shifter

Breathe in slow the time you're taking
Lies the answer, flies the misfit

To the music flows the dancer
Trust the moment, spirit lifted


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by Sab Will
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© 2017 
Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free - Contact me directly for photo tours, interviews, exhibitions, etc.

Wednesday, 12 April 2017

C'est Encore Loin, Paris?

Poetry Of Sorts
~ C'est Encore Loin, Paris? ~

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C'est Encore Loin, Paris?

Is it far to Paris
Is it long to go?
Is she waiting still?
How I long to know

From her tower I fell
Just for looking down
Like a man insane
In her river did I drown

On her streets I rued
The day we met
Her damn cathedrals
Can't forget

On the bridge of desire
Was where we kissed
From the roof we leapt
In a springtime tryst

Now as windmills turn
Against a red sunset
There's nothing to lose
The impression I get

Is it far to Paris
Is it long to go?
Is she waiting still?
How I long to know


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by Sab Will
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© 2017 
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Friday, 12 August 2016

Internal Workings (of An Abstract Mind)

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Internal Workings (of An Abstract Mind) ~

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"Sab Will" "Mystic Rhythms" Poetry: "Internal Workings (of An Abstract Mind)"



Internal Workings (of An Abstract Mind)

I've thrown rainbows at the sky
They landed in puddles
So I splashed

I've known goddesses Greek and Gallic
Lost my religion
When they clashed

I've sipped from myriad murky seas
Slipped and fell
Almost drowned

I've siphoned silent symphonies
And lurching lullabies
Endless sound

I've tasted seven types of tyranny
Indulged others' dreams
Mine were stashed

I've studied pyramids of old Euclid
Applied brave systems
Unabashed

I've offered up my very soul
Taught savage tribes
Stood my ground

I've populated planet Earth
Now come inside
See what I've found


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by Sab Will
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© 2016 
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Thursday, 11 August 2016

Purple Promise

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Purple Promise ~

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"Purple Promise" by "Sab Will" (for "Jenny Joseph")



Purple Promise

I wrote her a letter, perfectly polite
Inquiring if maybe she possibly might
Now that she's, well, not quite so terribly young
Help clear up a question that's horribly hung
In the air like a unsung song wanting to soar
To an eight-year-old's ears who can't wait any more

I wrote her a letter, imperfectly trite
From a fifty-year-old feeling dreadfully slight
Drifting light down the decades, casting around
Drowning in dapples, sinking in sound
But as boundaries break down, she's over four-score
I'd love to discover the colour she wore

As she opened my letter, implausibly bright
That I wrote between twilight and tumbling night
With a warning of writing inspired by her flows
I slipped in some poems and purply prose
And a bracelet of fake amethyst I suppose
So she'd honour the outrageous oath that she swore

To a curious kid with a wish to explore
And get answers to wisen his whimsical core


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by Sab Will
For Jenny Joseph, who wrote the famous poem, Warning, and to whom I've just written asking if, in fact, she does wear purple now that she's 'not as young as she used to be'. I'll let you know what she says... (August 2016)
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© 2016 
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Wednesday, 10 August 2016

One Year Younger

Poetry Of Sorts
~ One Year Younger ~

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"One Year Younger" Sab Will poetry


One Year Younger

After the calm, the storm, un-
Leashed by the beast in
Cylindrical form
Opened with a twist of a cynical wrist
Holding out for the meaning
Of feeling for-
Lorn

Feeding the manacled mist of the morning
Reeling in up-ended
Empties galore
Even now as I think back half scared I might sink back

My mythical lover is scorned
Evermore


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by Sab Will
For, well, Me, damn it! Cheers :-)
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© 2016 
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Thursday, 9 January 2014

Flood Warning

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Flood Warning ~
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Flood Warning

Standing on the brink
The waters rising
Drowning in the drink

A fellow's fickle hand
A gentle nudge, a reprimand
A

Maiden's midas
Touch me mentally
If sentimentally

I'm still unstable
Still unwise enough
To waver when
I think


for Stephen & Alex
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© 2013 
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