Melancholy in Mauve Moments

By Ian Wilcox

Ian Wilcox is a 50 plus year old English born aspiring Poet.
He has a Filipino Partner and adult Filipino Daughter.
After some little adventures that left him registered Visually Impaired, Ian chose writing as a reason to adapt.
His biggest wish is to both encourage others termed ‘Disabled’ and the public in general that this word is misspelt and should be Different abled
Melancholy in Mauve moments is his 8th Book so far with another planned for later this year.

Welcome once again to the world he calls
The voice of idle mind

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Jul 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9781984595737

Ian Wilcox

Ian Wilcox is a 50+ London born man of many thoughts Although I have been penning verse for over 40 years, it was just a hobby that passed some time. Following a Heart attack and Stroke that left me, among other things, registered visually Impaired I made poetry a reason to learn to adapt so that I could write again. I have a loving Partner and Daughter who are both from the Philippines and are the reason that I smile everyday Messages for Mj is my second Book project this year following the publication of Letters to Lodieta

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Rev. date: 07/16/2020

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To,

Cathy Taylor aka Artu Wigloo,

Words cannot begin to describe who you are

and how you raise others own lives

You saw the rain and felt the pain

You learnt to grow again

You did not hide just took in stride

Became more than just your name

Sometimes I know is hard to show

The positive we see

Yet that is because you are a person

A person just like me

Highs and lows so life goes

As from its cup we sup

Yet we do not dare to prepare

As are growing up

The test at best is when can lay at rest

The thought that can’t perform

You are strong so prove them wrong

From when wake before the Dawn

My amazing friend and more

The plaudits not enough

You are more than capable

With what others think is rough

The one who will not buckle

The one that tries things new

The enigma of the blinkered

An inspiration true

CONTENTS

The Avatar of who we are

Smelly gas warning

A in a

Living with a Disability

In Memories may we grow

Echo sleep

Gina

I do not plan to murder you

Deal and dump

T.T.F.N.

Pebbles in a Pickle Jar

Shaolin shared

On Coming Storms - by me

You and me and she makes three

Brian the bloodsucking Billy Goat

The sensation of revelation

Ens simpliciter simplex

Future past

Quae est vitae mi

Today

Maricel Boone – the no longer hidden secret

The second

Apathy with Asparagus

Leaving ground

K.R.I.S.T.A.

Boy I love the boredom

The nectar of nostalgia

Last Threads

On Coming Storms - by me

Panhand

Shall we begin again next year

The Clock on wall

The creativity culture

Built an Empire

In de pen dens me

Shall I share

A marvel in the making

Rejection act

Echoes of an enemy

ARTicle

Pessimists now pouting

Welcome friend

Deep

Nito

Sorry Love

Mga pagpapala

Vent

What have got

An Orchestra of occurrence

Shall we sing this Summer

Apologies

Question

Buried deep

A question as a lesson

Conscience calling

Feed

Built on solid ground

Sunshine sleeping

Debatable

The realm of leisure

Tell or

Gratitude is latitude

No Alice

New journey

Happy in the hindsight

Kleptus

Mind games in the madness

Mellow in his ‘Yellow’

Infatuation situation

Mahal Kita

I some mania

Ikaw ay isang anghel sa Lupa

I walk away

New questions

Half

B. N. M.

Go on despite

Crime of mine

Missing madness

Speak

Graveyard

How many know

D.A. not someday

Sto inter vos

Did today go okay?

The Eyesore - by me

That waits for no one, to come home

Shall we swim

Black light

Journey still planned

Sayang

Plan for A but expect Z

This Moment

Human

Silent Thoughts.

Nothing should not ask

Blighty to Down Under

Pen back

Living like we left last Summer

Different view

Odd or older

Midnight makes a moment

Sorry Earth citizen

There

My Forever Love

Passing into History

Triumphs that turn

Go on despite

Water wings

Life is more than standing still

B. N. M.

Come Back

Onyx on the Orient Express

Stupid searching question

The Hummingbirds - Robert Foster

Polite ics

Reverse Father’s Day

This Band

Shook a stick

Driftwood

Tri try trial

More so since begun

Over to you

The implosion of persona

Requiem of Repent

Ahhhh O.K.

Surprise when open eyes

Dancing with the doubt

Your Elephant

Crystal clear the water

The ancient and advancement

Cleaning

The moment

Please don’t judge

Salutat vos quae olim

Anyone seen that Hammer

The beauty of the sanity

The visible invisibility

Repeated often

The plastic pot that takes the shock

Scout

There is where their intent

That topic

Now what

Best lesson taught

Spread

See

Echoes maybe

The elevation into love

And the silence settled softly

Question

Came to claim

Orinoco Flow on the radio

Firebird

We can

Writing’s on the shelf

Visions

Blind sight

R2 Wigloo Comes Alive.

Hum at humdrum

Become you

Bobo

Eighty-four

Blurb befuddling

I teach a foreign language Yet my heart is here.

Scribble time

Wi-Fi with different letter

BF before Breakfast

You are just you

Outcast

A solution to our pollution

Make it into laugh

Song of Love.

Contemplation Generation

Old Quawk’s Day - by me

Though, not above this fiery bloke!

Blob blurts and becomes

Who gives a Duck

Sanity soothing

Breaking being Barriers

Statement made

Coma come me

Into the abyss known as abstract

Murder at the Midnight hour

Accepting of Astrology

Tunay na pag-ibig

Flatulence or innocent

Marvel at the marvels

Cold Heart

Doomed and decked

Son

What a feeling.

With your own life.

Random reveals reality

Seed and stick

Home once more

Auto-no

Sawney Bean - by me

Antiques in the attic

In a twist while playing Whist

Incessant inferno

Relief

Beyond the sight of eyes

If

Lunch time lull

No clue

Dictated by the decimal

Cobweb

Dragon fire

Vector vexing victory

Section History

Attitude not actions

Random feasts

Sorry folks

Comfortable I the comfort

Want Only Reach Destination

Voice

A glimpse into possibility

Desperately seeking

Aquarium in the atrium

What the fudge?

Plead of need

Trouble at Home

Time to take my loony pill

Arcades, Parades

Found my way

Slumber

Randomness and reflection

The explanation

Will you

Come collection

Believe in me

Became the new

Beginning from the start

Someone to talk to

You

Deal with strange as things change

All as one

Within my self

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SORRY FOLKS

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The Avatar of who we are

The fantasy turned into be

The Clown who can just laugh

The one with clue about ‘who are you?’

The set down the right path

That which we wish but unsure dish

Ingredients cause a pause

That contract to make impact

The microscopic get out clause

Shenanigan maybe when

Nothing planned as yet

The bestiality of what see

The heavy load if let

Words that came while reading same

Same who do move on

The give and take at fates mistake

The ones so truly strong

My desire to aspire

To one day be as them

Until then just pick up pen

To release an inner fire

Who is me and how can be

That I wish to gain

Simple is the riddle

Just learn to accept some pain

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Smelly gas warning

Welcome one and welcome all

To those, mistaken say is my call

Effluence is prevalent

Oh how far the mighty fall

What surprise it’s in disguise

Can you see through mist

Read on my friend for one day will end

If you get my gist

Until then with use of pen

The torture does begin again

So buckle up my Buttercup

At page turn can strong drink sup

The saving grace in this weird place

Is only come in bits

All in one and undone

Beyond the normal fits

Again with pain those masks again

Not for mouth and nose

This is far more serious

For to eyes it goes

Take comfort in the colleagues

That valiantly try to make

An item well worth reading

Instead of fuel to bake

Happy mind melt you awesome people

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A in a

For many years the fears and tears

Growing up with growing up

Sitting but never quitting

Glance at future cup

Is not you what going through

Going still the same

For you are a being

Not a number but a name

Change is strange but so are we

In looks and what we do

Believing in the teaching

With or without clue

Awkward in achieving

Beyond that once believed

Rising from the level

Predicted not relieved

Some barriers are broken

Replacement by the new

Hurdles always present

Many not the few

Acting in ambition

Driven by desire

Forging through the fences

Fuelled by inner fire

Making moments memorable

Landmarks lasting long

Someone out of nothing

A spark amongst the throng

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Living with a Disability

Is certainly not easy.

Even though I have a Brain,

Just like everyone else.

All Disabilities are different.

Some are that slight.

You wouldn’t even know.

Others you just can’t miss.

They stick out

Making sure they show.

When out in public.

You sure get some astonishing looks.

Looks that say, You poor thing.

Some are you ok?

Other looks of fear.

Wondering who let me out?

Thinking I should be locked away.

Then you come across some people

That run the other way.

I laugh and tell them

It’s ok. You won’t catch it.

Disabilities are not contagious.

Some people talk to person with me.

As if I wasn’t even there.

When they ask a question

And I answer back giving the answer

To what they want to know.

The look and shock is priceless.

Oh my god, you heard me.

Oh and you can even talk!

They will still confirm it

With the one out with me.

Trying to imply I’m dumb.

Hey you! It is my body.

I know it better than anyone

And YES I do know

What I’m talking about.

I love it when I’m talking

To the people of the ‘Able".

Hear them say they know

And can imagine what it’s like

Day to day, living with a Disability

That will never go away.

I tell them no they don’t.

You don’t know or even imagine

What life is like being Disabled.

You’re not me. You don’t feel

The pain I feel all the time.

Needing help with everything

Is not the choice of mine.

It’s amazing how many people

See a wheelchair and automatically

Assume that we are Brain Dead.

Because our body looks different.

Deep down on the inside,

I promise this to everyone.

We are all exactly the same.

Cathy Taylor aka Artu Wigloo

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In Memories may we grow

Remember when we kicked around

Sound it came without surround

What we ran was ‘our ground’

Remember when we were small

Remember can you that old place

The container that was your space

Made it into that was you

Doing things that did do

Remember friend the things we shared

When were young so no-one cared

Then we grew to pastures new

Remembering the past

Remember you my buddy new

When each of us had no clue

What they would put us through

For when needing foot and we were shoe

Remember please those who went

Into the great beyond

Remember this day years ago

Of those by some were fond

Remember cold December

Not much changed though now in June

Remember several sequences

Remember can’t sing in tune

Oh, the memories flooding back

As one lays at rest

Memories of what have been

Memories are best

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Echo sleep

Calling up the bad times

Calling up the good

Calling understanding

Calling misunderstood

Calling memories we want to share

Calling that we don’t

Calling that we like to remember

Calling that we won’t

Something stirs and grows inside

An old familiar friend

Something that is hurting

Something short does mend

Bringing back the been and gone

Making it the new

Reliving all that has happened

All that you did do

Come and go though will not show

Arriving way too fast

Hitting hard but