My PhD Thesis in its entirety was picked up by a Canadian editor and published as three chapters of her textbook: “The Biomimetics of Locomotion”. About making small moving things.
Try to turn and take a
part in the whirring of sound
as it strikes the ground
and know it doesn’t really matter
whose Eiffel Tower you strike.
For the man who loves to drive
it’s a manner of sakes to beyond
the palour to be able to make
the red and the green meet
again at the outset
of him in his ways
about town last evening.
In the frogmarching time
when no one knows who is about
the realising of thread there is
one who decided not to tread
but to run all the way
home like Piggy.
The choice is the sun.
The time is the done thing.
Time is no more,
the use of time is the time
of right thinking about
the right of more things
that do not hold firm,
for they ask what to do
with the waking of Lord God
who is making their fem
tice and to do.
It is not for them to know what
is regular and soft for the word
is not frere it is brother
in sconce and some of them know
it is not in the hoe but
in the plough for we have no
Duke but the time is fast soon here
where they all shall not
pass before they all do the one
and the same
It will take a long time
to open the door to the right time and property.
It took no one to measure the length
of the broad strap
that closes upon the word of the song
and dance man, who knows little
beyond the white and red
and the author of those who know
it well, beyond the hoarse and call of
the near and the loose to you.
In the end it is not about
the right of all to see them in the world
but only the word of man in kind
who knows only he is fair and not
supposed to know when there
is time alone on the scale
of one to ten.
The time is here and no one knows who is
supposed and who is not
against the power of right
Use of it does not purport
to make the rye seem like the host
to your luck, but all becomes sin
in the light of dawn
when the ruck comes through
the right and stops it fully
being understood for many do
ot know it but many do
and so it is they ask
why are they hunted
here in the west of the land
To say nothing is to open your heart❤
to the sayings of No and Yes.
All the right words come at
unexpected times when
the race is all but over
and the men have been returned to
their boxes. It took a while
but no one knows who is
beginning the chimes on the clock,
making them go ringing over
again. It takes two
minutes to make them
give out their news about the
strong and the weak and their
struggles of temper and venom.
I wrote to you today
to ask about the word you use
for the way in which you take away
the mouth from my either and or.
You do not take long to make believe
that you are rarely in the mood
for love and making my
wishes come true.
The way you kiss has stopped
me daily from asking truly
who do you believe
and I know it’s true
There is no evil in this
world except to know
you are not coming soon
to meet the one who
Loves you like no other.
You write like a wind-up doll
telling love you need to be alone
when all you want is to live
in my head like the man who knows where to
be, along with the words of God
who knows not what it means to
be alone with himself
like you do
and that means all the love in the world
is his to own and he does not give
it back to you once it is given.
He realises it is about the words
of his Jesus not him
and that alone makes him King
when no one else knows how to make it
to the end of the Bible without being in the end of Faith
which is about the ruins of evil and the start
of the Golden Age which he does not know
when he does most of it
by Himself. In the end of time it is about
writing and knowing and not going
and that makes the word of man about the right
of the world to be here and not in the end
of the worker who knows not if the end
is coming or not.
Bruce E Saunders is the name but
after I see you in your bed
feathered with gnomen and men
I shall not see you again
for only you understand that it is in poetry
that we all see the end of the world
which does not start
in the beginning but in
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The end of the world is upon us
and no one can see the true nature of the worry
just as you begin to feel that all is about
to fail, the end of the world
is about to come alone and see
that all the work of time
is about the work of you and me.
I want to see that there is place
for you and me in the tale
of the world about to end
and see that you know that all is here
where the night begins to fall
and the sea begins to air the were of might
into the pace of the where and the when.
I want to see the end of the world
where no one can tell what it is about
but the right and wrong cannot see
the end of time where they do
not want but ask for the word of God
to make them feel that there is word
for the right of their father to make
the decision and not the man on the end
of the telephone.
I woke today and saw the end of time
and saw the work of the words they see on their working
and they all seem to find it is not
going to be here but there where
they all begin to see that no one can tell
what is about to end and what
is about to see the end of time again.
It is not about the rule of the aged but the young
here on earth and they know not how
to send their thoughts to the men of
the world who ask them not
to see again and that is why
they do not know
how to make it to
the weather and the end of time
is here again for it is not about the right
and the rule but the doing of good to
make all see that no one
knows how to finish without
knowing the end of time.
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