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Chris Lane

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Clacton, England, UK

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Talk and Conversation

by

Chris Lane

Some people love to flow along
their voices seem an endless song
Never wavering or deterred
by silly interjecting word

Rushing onward with their passage
to joyously present the message
What they have to say can't wait
In Rudeness Stakes a Silver Plate

Courtesy, manners and conversation
All sacrificed in competition
to utter words that form a block
so companions make no answer back

A dialogue so sweet and gentle
may soon decay and disassemble
and monologue ensue from there
assailing gratingly, the ear.


The Misty Rain of Ireland.

by

Chris Lane

In an arid land of scrub and sand
where empty rivers lie
each patch of shade is occupied
few birds fly in the sky
from the blue above the endless sun gazes throughout the day
and numbing chill that brings all ill at night time has its sway.
I think of Ireland's misty rain and all the life it brings
the lush green growth of shrub and tree
of wooded hillside, the honey bee
lakes and rivers, the sparkling sea
and ever from bush and hedge the thriving wild bird sings.

Why

by

Chris Lane

Grind and polish, hone and whet
turn the mill wheel faster yet.
Give to Caesar, pray to God
bend your mind to the Iron Rod
Spend your pittance, also save
Economise, dig your grave.

A SIGH FOR MADRID

by

Chris Lane

The dead do not weep
they have left the middle state
where tears are all there are to assuage grief
and ever round in close embracing dance
tread the opposing forces of horror and romance
One bends to plant in earth the flowers of joy
its opposing partner's belief is to destroy.

TENNIS RULES

by

Chris Lane


I took down the net and played tennis
From that moment my game was just fine
I hit top spin forehands to backhand
And won the point almost each time.
My performance was clever and flashing,
My opponent emitted a sob
But what crushed his spirit completely
Was a perfectly executed high lob.
I am a convert now to expression
That is free of all rules and restrain
And when people talk condition and detail
They are dismissed as insufferable pain