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Once Upon A Time in The West

TALL COOL HAT IN

THE LONG HOT SUN

Tumbleweed blowin’

saloon-doors flappin’

spurs..janglin’

TALL COOL HAT IN

THE LONG HOT SUN..

Five-pointed star gleamin’

townsfolk scurryin’

main street emptyin’

TALL COOL HAT IN

THE LONG HOT SUN..

Faces hatin’

voices cussin’

Smith & Wesson answerin’

TALL COOL HAT IN

THE LONG HOT SUN..

Bodies fallin’

women cryin’..

for the Tall Cool Hat

face down in

that Long Hot Sun…

The Big Sleep

A snap-brim hat caught
in the bar-room mirror,
a trenchcoat Theseus is
lost in midnight labyrinths
and their fragrances of promise;
Our hero is pearl-diving
with wisecracks for switchblades,
cutting open evenings and cutting
open dames’ hearts like oysters.

Out on the sidewalk gatts boom
like battlefield Howitzers,their
hollowpoint shells looking for shortcuts,
a trenchcoat and tux soak up the
moisture after getting rained on
by two Forty-Fours.

The Packard 8 roars back
into the panther lair of the
night,sirens and crazy red ‘n’blue
fairground lights come to take
some cold meat back to
where only dreaming heroes sleep.

A struck match caught in the
gleaming ornate bar-room mirror
Our hero is playing the Shamus
with dames wreathed in fancy
smoke rings,they’re offering him
intricate labyrinths to be got into
and out of, with a smile,
just like Ariadne’s thread.

Flicks

Stumbling along wet evening streets

glancing at the jigsaw faces

from years ago

torn and flapping,

trying to recall who they were

their names erased by years of exile

from the beams of projectors

piercing the spiralling smoke

with their monochrome magic

engraving spendthrift lives

with icons of fulfilment,

momentarily tethered to

hearts by a spoken word,

a melody hummed,

dah-dee-dah-dee-dah-dum,

while we watched their ghosts

glide across the screen like

seagulls into the fleeting clouds,

where they were lost

to the naked eye.

Lord of the Rings ( Part 6 )

A time of breaking apart and meetings,
a time for farewells and greetings;
Boromir dead and the fellowship scattered,
Frodo and Sam gone to Mordor
with the only thing that mattered;
On the trail to rescue Pippin and Merry whom the Orcs had taken,
Strider,Gimli and Legolas wouldn’t leave them forsaken;
By Fangorn forest Eomir had the Orcs slain and spoke with the three to swap tales,
In Mordor the brave two’s journey was hampered by gales;
They met Smeagol who said he’d lead them to Mordor’s gates,
whilst Pippin and Merry learned from Treebeard of others’fates;
Strider,Gimli and Legolas much to their surprise,
encountered a stranger who opened their eyes;
revealed as one who would set things aright,
none other than Gandalf the White!

Lord of the Rings ( Part 5 )

On thence they went to Lothlorien

home of the Elves,

to learn the fate

of Middle earth and themselves;

Taking counsel with Celeborn

they spoke of many a thing,

though all their thoughts were with the Ring;

Galadriel invited Frodo and Sam

to the water and thereupon gaze,

at future events and far off days;

Fully replenished the party sailed down

the River Anduin with a final decision to make,

the road to the west, the road to the east, which to take?

passing the falls of Rauros they came to rest,

leaving it to Frodo to decide what was best;

Whilst the others stayed together

to quench their fear,

temptation snared the mighty Boromir;

By putting on the Ring

Frodo escaped Boromir’s rage,

deciding then what would be

his journey’s final stage;

Forlorn with remorse Boromir

rejoined the others,

their unity was broken

they were no longer brothers;

They scattered to search

for who they thought lost,

without knowing what would be the cost;

Sam somehow joined Frodo on the boat

and across Anduin they did float;

all before it became too late

as Pippin and Merry snared by Orcs awaited their fate..

 

( to be continued..)

 

Lord of the Rings ( Part 3 )

The company then pressed on
to Elrond’s home ,
a journey fraught with danger
thro’ forests they did roam ;
Glorfindel came with news that
Ringwraiths were on their trail ,
that Frodo must hasten to
Bruinen without fail ;
Caught by sudden tumult and flood
the Ringwraiths failed to spill Frodo’s blood ;
Awakening after many days
Frodo’s healing did amaze ,
his companions one and all
before the Council in the Great Hall ;
Gimli ,Legolas and Boromir sought
answers to questions and dreams,
once Frodo let them see the Ring
they learned of great plans and schemes .

( To be continued.)
(See Parts 1 & 2 in this archive )

High Noon

The Hours wait,
impatient
for the day
to start.

One,Two and Three,
begin to count
and count again,
the seconds
the minutes
every one of them.

Four and Five,
stare stolidly at those before
and at those to come,
knowing that it is early
and it’s their time
in the Sun.

Six,Seven and Eight,
march the morning past
circadian,quotidian rythm
round and round,
round again until;

Nine and Ten,
hastening toward Noon
for whom the bell tolls,
that hour that is doom,
thine and theirs
and those of men
expedited by Nine and Ten;

until Eleven
arrives announced,
unwelcome harbinger
of the fading morn,
long forgotten dawn
passed by and waved at,
for one last time as
Eleven struts and frets
its three-score minutes
upon the clock,
and then its chimes
are heard no more.

Twelve
comes at High Noon,
on the Train,
a decision to be made
by someone stuck
between a hard place
and a rock,
all becomes clear
at Twelve
O’Clock.

The Big Sleep ( Re-booted 5 December 2017 )

A snap-brim hat caught
in the bar-room mirror,
a trenchcoat Theseus is
lost in midnight labyrinths
and their fragrances of promise;
Our hero is pearl-diving
with wisecracks for switchblades,
cutting open evenings and cutting
open dames’ hearts like oysters.

Out on the sidewalk gatts boom
like battlefield Howitzers,their
hollowpoint shells looking for shortcuts,
a trenchcoat and tux soak up the
moisture after getting rained on
by two Forty-Fours.

The Packard 8 roars back
into the panther lair of the
night,sirens and crazy red ‘n’blue
fairground lights come to take
some cold meat back to
where only dreaming heroes sleep.

A struck match caught in the
gleaming ornate bar-room mirror
Our hero is playing the Shamus
with dames wreathed in fancy
smoke rings,they’re offering him
intricate labyrinths to be got into
and out of, with a smile,
just like Ariadne’s thread.

(Louis Kasatkin has renounced his Right under the Copyright,
Designs&Patents Act 1988 to be recognised as the author of this work)