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Your lissome regrets

Harbour no sails

As I groom you to know

I am not equal to your love

I sustain

You envelope

Me in your lusting

For More.

I wonder at my name

Prince William of Brit

For never shall I know

How you found me

Alone as a knave

Now my wish has been

Granted. I have found

A Tommy but you are

The swell I have been

Swimming for.

Lift me up so I surf

The Kalahari again

Resist not

Dear Kate

You are the timely

Saint of my

Longing. B

BCDFM

COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020

There is no time like the present

No time to call me the better man

I love you all but still you sin

You smoke like Dirk but hold your fin

Like an animal

You do not win

In absence of glory you do not tell

The winner is evil the sky the begin

Of pleasure inperilled

The arc of bin laden

Does not finish here

But there where you win

The aimless start of war can be

The anywhere else for you do not begin

The end does start to make it sin

You do not know where I cannot simply

Open your eyes to the title track

Of the lp

I love to play

10 to 1

Is not the time

It opens doors

Where love begins

I di not know where you

Cannot sin

Begin the where

When no one sins

Where your difference on the brow

And hold your crooked man

On the sow

Soo-ee, soo-ee

I love you more

Than pigs do in your final hour

Do not know me when

You power

I know you not

And love you nire.

Pyre is work I do not pleasance

Take the bow

The corner presence

Is open now

I cannot hold

You again.

Bcdfn.

Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2020

I’ve recently come off a Community Treatment Order (forced medication) for a diagnosis that is untrue, stemming from the slander of the University of Bath.  Twice in the last week people have contacted the hospital trying to get me put in again – if I had been on the CTO the reaction might have been different but this time, I nailed them, for Hate Crimes against me.

Backstabber backstabber

You do not know

When to stop

You think it is about

Time that I should be in

A hospital again, for the

Second time this year I say

That you are a cow, Marion Rance

And you shall be remembered so do not

Forget to link to this

Poem.

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

We watch him pass and look down on his body

Heart attack from loneliness it looks like

We look down to see what we can learn from the body

He disappeared into the trees one day

Never to return

He just took a walk

And when they found him the moss

Was sprouting from his nose and fingers.

He must have contemplated no one

Since he had none.

What can we learn about death

That isn’t already known?

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

The passing of days in the new

World is the same as those in the

Old World and it does not seem that

It could be so cos of the weather

And the times that are available

To the European to be fertile with

Love for the black persons of the western African

State of Ghana where they all have a nursing

Degree and they all have time

To skype me for money.

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016