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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/</id><title>jojo's poems</title><link rel="self" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/"/><subtitle>A place to put my poems</subtitle><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-09T20:52:40+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2007-11-01:/2007/11/01/full_of_stars~3231245/</id><title>Full of Stars</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2007/11/01/full_of_stars~3231245/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2007-11-01T19:57:20+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:58:00+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Full of Stars&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The sky was full of stars&lt;br&gt;
But they fell, fragmenting,&lt;br&gt;
To the earth, arcing,&lt;br&gt;
In a shower of sparks&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Hands outstretched&lt;br&gt;
To catch the falling sparks&lt;br&gt;
Sag, grazed and slashed,&lt;br&gt;
Bleeding onto the grass&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Red drops spatter the green,&lt;br&gt;
Like crimson stars&lt;br&gt;
Shining and glowing&lt;br&gt;
The grass is full of stars. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2007/11/01/full_of_stars~3231245/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2007-10-28:/2007/10/28/mrs_invisible~3208089/</id><title>Mrs Invisible</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2007/10/28/mrs_invisible~3208089/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2007-10-28T16:08:31+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T16:08:31+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mrs Invisible&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Mrs Invisible sits in the chair&lt;br&gt;
He looks right through her&lt;br&gt;
Like she isn’t there&lt;br&gt;
She wants him to see her&lt;br&gt;
But he’s unaware&lt;br&gt;
As far as he knows&lt;br&gt;
There is nobody there&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2007/10/28/mrs_invisible~3208089/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2007-09-27:/2007/09/27/ode_to_conker_dedicated_to_my_small_brow~3046616/</id><title>Ode to Conker - dedicated to my small brown wrinkly friend</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2007/09/27/ode_to_conker_dedicated_to_my_small_brow~3046616/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2007-09-27T08:37:40+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T08:37:40+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ode to Conker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Even though you're wrinkly&lt;br&gt;
And a little small - and brown&lt;br&gt;
I still like to pick you up&lt;br&gt;
When you have fallen down
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2007/09/27/ode_to_conker_dedicated_to_my_small_brow~3046616/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2007-09-08:/2007/09/08/bite_size~2945128/</id><title>Bite-size 1#</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2007/09/08/bite_size~2945128/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2007-09-08T12:08:48+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T12:08:48+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Every time you smile, I hope.&lt;br&gt;
I'm such a dope
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2007/09/08/bite_size~2945128/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2007-04-23:/2007/04/23/bad_poem_bad_thoughts~2149526/</id><title>Bad poem, bad thoughts</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2007/04/23/bad_poem_bad_thoughts~2149526/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2007-04-23T22:38:41+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:38:41+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad poem, bad thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looked at the bulge in your trousers today&lt;br&gt;
And although I did try to look away&lt;br&gt;
My eyes were drawn to the profile in pants&lt;br&gt;
So my concentration went completely to……cock&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2007/04/23/bad_poem_bad_thoughts~2149526/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-10-22:/2006/10/22/dancing_through_the_night~1250728/</id><title>Dancing Through the Night</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/10/22/dancing_through_the_night~1250728/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-10-22T22:53:54+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:53:54+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dancing Through the Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We danced away the midnight moon,&lt;br&gt;
Talked the stars from the velvet sky&lt;br&gt;
And with the blanket of dawn mist&lt;br&gt;
Tucked beneath our weary chins,&lt;br&gt;
Closed our eyes on the waking world&lt;br&gt;
And slept in yesterdays’ shoes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/10/22/dancing_through_the_night~1250728/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-07-21:/2006/07/21/she_walks~978731/</id><title>She walks.....</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/07/21/she_walks~978731/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-07-21T23:20:20+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:47:53+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;She walks...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She walks with tender grace&lt;br&gt;
In stilettos – on his face&lt;br&gt;
He WILL learn not flirt&lt;br&gt;
With so many bits of skirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/07/21/she_walks~978731/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-07-19:/2006/07/19/hot~972176/</id><title>Hot</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/07/19/hot~972176/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-07-19T17:45:07+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:45:07+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s very hot -&lt;br&gt;
That’s your lot.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/07/19/hot~972176/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-07-13:/2006/07/13/ghosts~957131/</id><title>Ghosts</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/07/13/ghosts~957131/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-07-13T18:58:29+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T11:53:55+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ghosts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk in that place again&lt;br&gt;
And find her sitting on the bench&lt;br&gt;
Gazing at the fat red roses&lt;br&gt;
Dripping like blood from the wall&lt;br&gt;
A former self, another me&lt;br&gt;
With untried hope still&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I stop at the bench and reach out&lt;br&gt;
A hand to the sunlit shade&lt;br&gt;
Pulling her to her feet&lt;br&gt;
We gather up the months&lt;br&gt;
And cast them like seeds&lt;br&gt;
Across the silence of time&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;They land at our footsteps&lt;br&gt;
In a scatter of daisies&lt;br&gt;
And we walk across the past&lt;br&gt;
With new wisdom and old hope&lt;br&gt;
Hand in hand, side by side&lt;br&gt;
We exit by the gate to…….&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/07/13/ghosts~957131/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-05-29:/2006/05/29/the_secret_self_in_the_sky~839290/</id><title>The Secret Self in the Sky</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/05/29/the_secret_self_in_the_sky~839290/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-05-29T23:13:15+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:13:15+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Secret Self in the Sky&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heavy weight of oppressed silence&lt;br&gt;
Hangs on our shoulders like lead;&lt;br&gt;
The air sullen with sombre brooding&lt;br&gt;
And the slow death of discontent.&lt;br&gt;
Beyond the room, through the window&lt;br&gt;
There is the sky, azure and endless&lt;br&gt;
And for a moment I picture myself there&lt;br&gt;
A floating, serene fragment of blue. &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/05/29/the_secret_self_in_the_sky~839290/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-05-21:/2006/05/21/i_watched_you_while_you_were_sleeping~818569/</id><title>I watched you while you were sleeping</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/05/21/i_watched_you_while_you_were_sleeping~818569/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-05-21T23:08:17+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:08:17+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watched you while you were sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watched you while you were sleeping&lt;br&gt;
- A line from a favourite song –&lt;br&gt;
But I did watch while you were sleeping&lt;br&gt;
I just didn’t have very long.&lt;br&gt;
And it certainly wasn’t romantic&lt;br&gt;
- I was a little bit bored -&lt;br&gt;
Nope – definitely wasn’t romantic,&lt;br&gt;
Listening while you snored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/05/21/i_watched_you_while_you_were_sleeping~818569/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-05-09:/2006/05/09/holding_hands~788012/</id><title>Holding Hands</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/05/09/holding_hands~788012/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-05-09T22:37:22+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T22:37:22+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Holding Hands&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hand in mine&lt;br&gt;
Is fine,&lt;br&gt;
I like it there.&lt;br&gt;
It’s where&lt;br&gt;
Your hand should be -&lt;br&gt;
With me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/05/09/holding_hands~788012/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-04-22:/2006/04/22/walk_with_me~748343/</id><title>Walk with me...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/04/22/walk_with_me~748343/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-04-22T23:22:56+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:22:56+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Walk with me...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kick off your shoes, walk with me&lt;br&gt;
Along the evening beach&lt;br&gt;
The gulls gather in the shallows&lt;br&gt;
To fish for scraps of treasure&lt;br&gt;
The water plays round our feet&lt;br&gt;
With delicious coolness&lt;br&gt;
And the amber sun slides,&lt;br&gt;
Shining on the pebbles&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/04/22/walk_with_me~748343/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-04-09:/2006/04/09/child_dancing~714318/</id><title>Child Dancing</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/04/09/child_dancing~714318/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-04-09T13:54:25+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T13:54:25+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Child Dancing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I danced in golden sunlight&lt;br&gt;
With fine feathers in my hair&lt;br&gt;
And swirling all around me&lt;br&gt;
Snow white blossom filled the air&lt;br&gt;
My feet were wet with dew drops&lt;br&gt;
I left footprints ev’rywhere&lt;br&gt;
Across a happy childhood&lt;br&gt;
And I didn’t have a care&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/04/09/child_dancing~714318/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-04-07:/2006/04/07/dancing_on_rain_drops~709448/</id><title>Dancing on Rain Drops</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/04/07/dancing_on_rain_drops~709448/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-04-07T10:43:46+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T10:43:46+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dancing on Rain Drops&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bare-foot on the concrete&lt;br&gt;
Toes stretching into&lt;br&gt;
The gathering rain river&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I hold out my hands&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Raindrops hit my&lt;br&gt;
Upturned palms and&lt;br&gt;
Break like water bombs&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/04/07/dancing_on_rain_drops~709448/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-04-03:/2006/04/03/ageing~699718/</id><title>Ageing</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/04/03/ageing~699718/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-04-03T19:01:11+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:01:11+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ageing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watch as she disintegrates&lt;br&gt;
As she falls apart at the seams&lt;br&gt;
I look at the girl in the mirror&lt;br&gt;
The years have taken her dreams&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/04/03/ageing~699718/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-03-29:/2006/03/29/left_behind~684300/</id><title>Left Behind</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/03/29/left_behind~684300/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-03-29T22:18:59+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:18:59+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Left Behind&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He walked with gentle footsteps&lt;br&gt;
Through the chaos of my mind&lt;br&gt;
And with softly trailing fingers&lt;br&gt;
Left an echo here behind&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/03/29/left_behind~684300/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-03-25:/2006/03/26/les_ongles_violets~674762/</id><title>Les ongles violets</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/03/26/les_ongles_violets~674762/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-03-26T00:03:56+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:03:56+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;It would take too long to explain!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les ongles violets &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mon ami, suivre la ligne, suivre le chemin de primevère&lt;br&gt;
Chercher et vous trouverez la grande dame dans un belvedère&lt;br&gt;
La dame avec les ongles violets vous donne un bon regard&lt;br&gt;
Mais prendre garde le 'axeman', faites attention mon cher camarade&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/03/26/les_ongles_violets~674762/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-03-15:/2006/03/15/handprint_on_my_heart~646690/</id><title>Handprint on My Heart</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/03/15/handprint_on_my_heart~646690/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-03-15T20:50:38+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T20:50:38+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Handprint on My Heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through dreaming eyelids&lt;br&gt;
I watch your fingers trail&lt;br&gt;
Light as thistledown&lt;br&gt;
And gentle as spring rain&lt;br&gt;
Your tender touch leaves&lt;br&gt;
A handprint on my heart,&lt;br&gt;
A filigree scar&lt;br&gt;
Etched in whispered caresses&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/03/15/handprint_on_my_heart~646690/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-03-04:/2006/03/05/sitting_comfortably~613409/</id><title>Sitting Comfortably</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/03/05/sitting_comfortably~613409/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-03-05T00:21:48+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:21:48+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sitting comfortably&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We sit together, and alone,&lt;br&gt;
Comfortable in separateness.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The years have collected&lt;br&gt;
Quietly around and about us.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;We think our own thoughts,&lt;br&gt;
We talk of anything, and nothing.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The stifle of inhibition&lt;br&gt;
Long gone, we read each other.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;We look, we smile, confident&lt;br&gt;
In the drowsy languor of habit&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The minutes run along&lt;br&gt;
And complete the hours, ours &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;We sit alone, and together,&lt;br&gt;
Comfortable in closeness&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/03/05/sitting_comfortably~613409/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-03-03:/2006/03/03/muddy_pools~610737/</id><title>Muddy Pools</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/03/03/muddy_pools~610737/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-03-03T22:33:21+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T22:33:21+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muddy pools&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it a surprise&lt;br&gt;
That I fell into your eyes&lt;br&gt;
Is it any wonder&lt;br&gt;
That I blunder &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/03/03/muddy_pools~610737/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:jojospoems.blog.co.uk,2006-03-02:/2006/03/02/zeit_nonet~607715/</id><title>Zeit - Nonet</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jojospoems.blog.co.uk/2006/03/02/zeit_nonet~607715/"/><author><name>jojo52</name></author><published>2006-03-02T21:52:45+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:52:45+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zeit - Nonet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time&lt;br&gt;
Flies like&lt;br&gt;
Butterflies&lt;br&gt;
Resonates with&lt;br&gt;
Little broken wings&lt;br&gt;
Dreams that fluttered away&lt;br&gt;
The lives that we have not lived&lt;br&gt;
Lie crumpled and sad and crying&lt;br&gt;
We stand in the midst of middle age&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
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