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HAPPY NEW YEAR As the packed and reeling dance floor siphons in The last of the reluctant gang, Everybody dream-close now, Our eyes and body language eager for the countdown: As the DJ turns up the jollity another notch, Nobody's really excited, yet A shouted reversal of numbers, then In a...

Suggestions welcome. FOUNTAINS Launched with the hissing of a single spume, A slender soloist, a comic turn In such a large and open concrete space, Surrounded by these flat unwakened eyes, Whilst hidden harmonies just bide their time. The water drops: the show is over now? But shrugs are...

My poem "Voyage" had an appreciative audience at the folk/poetry evening. Would recited free verse go down well too? (This is a minor re-write.) THE SALT WIND When through the slowing dunes The salt wind twists a new and bitter path Hissing at your neck like an old enemy Reminding you of...

The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold, When all is told We cannot beg for pardon. Our freedom as free lances Advances towards its end; The earth compels, upon it Sonnets and birds descend; And soon, my friend, We shall have no time...

AMBER I keep telling myself this pain is just a temporary hitch, That it will work its way through anger and regret; I keep telling myself this night is just a temporary hitch, That the sun will never abandon forever Its habit of lifting Its golden weight through each new dawn; I keep telling...

An experiment with line movement and division. Anal retentive hacks and iambic obsessives, move on. WAKE-UP CALL Out in the raw and early streets The silence insults the ear; This night, too many words have spun Their emptiness into air. My memory is plagued By our sleep-worn voices Croaking...

CHESS The squares are white and black, like day and night, The simple cells of regular routine; But people them with pawn, knight, bishop, queen, And focus shifts to unrelenting fight, Alive with artful possibility, With combinations, judo of the mind; Engaging patterns lift from daily grind...

HIDE AND SEEK So let's play hide and seek! It's fun and easy To run from the world and all the prying eyes, To make for a secret solitary place Behind a wall, under the tree, or somewhere In the festering dump. Wait out your time Listening as the shouts of laughter or triumph Fade into distance...

A beautiful poem. I can hear the sound of the windchimes, and the emotional journey is precisely crafted and paced. Perhaps the final couplet needs a perfect rhyme to make it work even better? Overall, an impressive use of language.