Please Don't Call Me Sir

Sir,
I just don't need it
Compliment not deserved
So let the term be reserved
I apologise if my demeanour
Means you treat me this way
Or my position as fate would have it today
My disposition just won't have it
I'm no nobleman you see
You seem a noble man to me
A smile would keep me happy
So don't coat your words with fur
I appreciate the sentiment
But please don't call me sir

Seed

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As blood spills
It seeps
Into sands and other surfaces
Becomes seed as a blood stained rose surfaces
We know the thorns too well you see
Lost in intimacy
Used to the searing
Listening but not hearing
To the blood everyday
That drips
From lips
And limbs
And salt water tears
Rubbed into the wounds of women
From the beginning
Probably begging
The silent victims of the bomb drop
The fire fight
The lost plot
The non stop
The screaming and the jaw lock
Are the children of blood everyday
I hope the words made your jaw drop

Serenity And Her Son

She came draped in dark green
Among all the colour and chaos
She looked like dignity.
Serenity stood
With her son by her side
I tried to shake his hand
But no response
I had no wings

And then she did
And when she did
Like resonance
His smile multiplied
Ecstatic joy
Pure as his Mother's face

And as she spoke
She sang
The note was high
Piano
With crystal keys.
Peace be upon you
She asked him to reply
But we spoke a different tongue
I spoke,
They'd sung

Then they left
Like a tide
In this desert
Mirage like; the tide alone
No sea at her back
But her son at her front
Away maybe to sway another soul
To put a smile on a face
They say you can meet angels
I saw a compelling case...

African Vibrant

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She walked out
Limping
For reasons God knew
In her multi colour
Dressing
Sharp spikes of yellow
And darks
The African vibrant
Against the white and silver
That dullness
The blandness
Of terminal 4
Arrivals
As her arrival
Was different
Though she didn't seem to know it
I couldn't see her face yet
But somehow I seem to know it
There was tiredness in movement
Pain perhaps
No amazement
No awe or surprise
At the fact she's under British skies
Where did she come from?
I could've checked the screen
But didn't
I watched on
She slowly limped
To her son it must've been
And hugged
And kissed
And loved
And shook his hand
He smiled
like we all do
Her story unknown
Sadly I could guess at heartache
How awful of me
Or them
Or us?