(From Stonepoem.com, one of the internet’s earliest Poetry Blogs).
December 8, 2019 – A poem about Cosmicity, Nature Edit This
They Asked Me Why
I dreamed last night.
All the birds were scared
Flying was not an option
Hiding in the trees.
Squabbling for cover
Afraid of the wind
Something wrong with the sky
Something IN the sky.
Fears over flight
And the lost ones called
Dreams should not be forgotten.
And these words.
Trying to recall
Clouds fall down but still
Something hides within
An air of dark intent.
Only birds would know
When not to fly
Chattering as they hide
From something in the sky.
And still, the lost ones call.
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March 15, 2018 – A poem about Words, Lyrics
Hammer & Tongues
How could you know we’d celebrate
and gather here this night?
Many grow the seeds you’ve sown,
maybe they are reasons now
each word will help decide,
reviving things we do not know,
making time and marking lives
as thoughts of you and us collide.
None shall not unite.
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February 16, 2018 – A poem about Puzzles, Lyrics Edit This
The Challenge.
If Two makes Ten
And all the rest
That might make zero
For the best
When Ten makes one,
In three, it’s two
With every hero,
Counting none.
If Two times ten
Is second guessed
Then Four means less
You fail the test
It’s all a sum
And up to you
Thus borrowed
Never done.
So Ten takes Two
This never rests
The maths of sorrow
Hide numbers blessed,
When Two makes Ten
And hundreds more
Each One, each Two,
Each Zero,
Coming home.
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July 17, 2017 – A poem about Cosmicity, Nature, Lyrics Edit This
Our Forefathers Told
Sleeping in barrows
where fields lie fallow
in tracks we now follow
what Forefathers told.
Of keeping these stories
in buried history
when Earth was the glory
our Fathers foretold.
From Downland to Midnight
from Noonbright to candlelight
to gratitude of foresight
the Forefathers told.
Of listening to the land
where all used to stand
as old nature commands
we’ll hear what they told.
Of praise and lost hallows
where boys search for arrows
and men work the shallows.
watch seasons take hold
Letting histories unfold,
as ever, as before.
this is, as foretold.
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July 5, 2017 – A poem about Cosmicity, Age, Lyrics Edit This
This Clock Is Never Wrong
Don’t want to know if I’m falling apart
Closer to the end than I was at the start
I choose fractions in the halves
When embers dull inside my heart.
These hands of mine hold all I’ve learned
To spite the many stones unturned
I’m tempted between and over paths
With memories, not photographs.
Now this strong-armed pull of time –
A metronome but never mine
Pulsing to a different rhyme,
With beats too quick to grasp.
As thoughts race on to ticker tape
And breathless plans fall out of shape
I’m just shooting arrows at the fog,
Sluicing diamonds in the bog.
And you can’t pick days from seasons
Expecting them to give you reasons
Time’s turn of ways and means –
All just fades between the scenes.
And I’m still choosing halves of fractions
as embers dim from their inaction.
Don’t tell me when I’m falling apart.
If I’m close to the end, I’ll just go back,
To the start.
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January 5, 2017 – A poem about Words, Lyrics Edit This
Hammer in the Blood
It’s in our blood
This brotherhood
This pulse and bang
Of Hammerman.
It’s in the floods
Where once he stood
On riverbank –
The Hammerman.
And since he could
The more we should
Seek fate to thank
Oh Hammerman.
As words now mud
Stay in the blood
We’ll drink to floods
To brotherhood
Do all we can,
For pulse and bang
As we salute ,
Our Hammerman.
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April 26, 2016 – A poem about Art, Situations Edit This
Music Is An Ocean.
Start
at dawn,
plot a voyage
a chart, or a dive
seek some things you
may not know yet as art
maybe, just sit silently –
wait there until dark
watching tides
as others
float
as others
jump high fives
going somewhere else,
chasing their own heartbeats
raising oars and riding boards
paddling above cold sands
where youth once laid
uncommon hoards
and nothing
can be
lost
as boats
trace horizons
beyond heat haze shore
trawling secrets laid below –
“all that is, will be or comes before”
shout the seagulls with applause
announcing their approval
telling the tailgate
wet breeze,
to
let go hopes
that can and should
be cut, like knotted ropes
of yearning drifting and sinking
down into the multitude deep or wide
as you and your imaginings, and patiently
you are waiting to join the fray.
Don’t think, just
dive right
in
.
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March 25, 2016 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Missing.
I looked for you today,
I look for you most days.
Walking between sleeping stones
because you went away.
I thought of you again,
thought of you, back then,
the silly ways of men
making me think of you
trying to tease me with the wind
yet still, so kind.
Maybe I was dreaming –
maybe I wanted what was before,
but I’ll sleep then I’ll wake
then I’ll look for you again.
I’m the one that’s missing,
So I’ll search for you,
some more.
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April 23, 2015 – A poem about Nature, Lyrics Edit This
Hooked
What lies beneath the river sway
As my line flies and weaves its way
A Trout or two maybe, I’d say
But they can wait another day.
It’s me who’s hooked, you see. It’s me.
One cast is all it takes and I am hooked.
As ripples curl the leaves unfurl
And sunlight falls like spilling pearls
Gatherin’ there the waters swirl
All is fine in this small world.
It’s me who’s hooked, you see. It’s me.
One cast is all it took and I was hooked.
As Bulrush on the rivers bend
Chatter to the gentle wind
Secrets for elusive friends
Whispers to these hours I spend.
It’s me who’s hooked, you see. It’s me.
One cast is all it needs and I am hooked.
Should I wander on and try the weir?
Or maybe I might stay right here
Stay, and grab a keep-net beer
Watching dusk as waters clear
It’s me who’s hooked, you see. It’s me.
One cast is all it takes and I am hooked.
Yes. Stay here near the riverbank
Wonderin’ who it is to thank
Nothing chasing bait I sank
Yet I remain, a hopeful man.
I am hooked, you see. Hooked.
One cast, is all it took,
And I, was hooked.
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March 7, 2015 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Time is a Biscuit
This thing
You are about to do
It didn’t just happen.
Circumstance collided
With possibility
That’s what made it what it is.
It’s not about you sitting there
In not about this place, that, time.
It’s about all the smaller stuff
That leads you to this thing
You are about
To do.
Enjoy.
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January 22, 2015 – A poem about Family Edit This
Canopy Of Stars
We slept
as children do
first night fitful
then surrender
rain fell
but then,
with wonder
all we needed
was each other
bent-knee spoons
in the tray of night
we woke
but didn’t rise
we spoke
about the sky
we started fires,
tuned the radio,
brewed fine coffee,
nice and cosy,
living slow.
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December 22, 2014 – A poem about Lyrics Edit This
Reap What You Sow
It doesn’t matter who you are
Or what you feel tonight
It doesn’t matter what you do
If you try to make things right.
Such a long way to where you’ve been
Though very close to never done
Time stretched out like old kite string
And there is something you should know.
It doesn’t matter what you say
When memories rush to show
It doesn’t matter you don’t care
To fight against the flow.
It’s wrong to see just what you’ve seen
To rest your eyes but not to dream
And the consequence is painted bright
When there is something you should know.
It doesn’t matter how you try
And all the ways you wonder why
It doesn’t matter what you do now
There is one thing you should know –
You will reap, reap what you sow.
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September 10, 2014 – A poem about Technology Edit This
A Message Board Sayer
Our carrier,
Which art in 3/4G,
Hallowed be thy signal.
Your message alerts come.
Our selfies done on earth,
As they were on wi-fi.
Give us this day our daily texts.
And forgive us our posts on Facebook,
As we forgive those that twitter against us
And lead us not into conversation,
But deliver us from being human .
For thine is the bandwidth,
The power, and the network ,
For contract lengths whatever.
We’re in.
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August 7, 2014 – A poem about Journeys, Lyrics Edit This
Wake Me When I Get There.
It’s been
awhile
since I slept
on a train
closing my eyes
dreaming again
crossing
the miles
warm
from the rain
leaving
the whys
the from
to & when
pausing
my life
with little
to gain
chasing
the prize
yet never
the twain
it’s been
awhile
since
I slept
through
the strain
striving
to be wise
whilst
hiding from
the pain
and every now
& then
I just undo
my brain
to remember
how nice
it is
to dream,
to drift,
to disappear
and it’s
been
too
long,
since
I slept,
on a
train.
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May 6, 2014 – A poem about Humanity Edit This
Lodestone
I like this,
Borrowed though it is.
Borrowed from you –
Oblique, as you are,
Reaching for balloons,
Whispering to stones below,
Wearing damp edged shoes,
Chasing the sun
As children we prefer to lose
Some things that should not be,
We shrink like dots
Escaping reminderings.
There’s no joy
In tightened wrists,
In cold knocked limbs,
In tethered minds –
You’ve said this
many times,
So what you lend
It helps us now.
Thank you.
You are very
kind.
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April 22, 2014 – A poem about Journeys, Lyrics Edit This
Chasing the Moon
I was chasing the Moon
On a road to somewhere new
Or was it chasing me?
Lost like a balloon
With the string cut and gone
Lost within the breeze.
The road was a stream
As it flowed and carried on
To worried mystery.
Was I rushing too soon?
From the heart of who I am
Rushing to agree.
And I wailed like a loon
On a road to somewhere new
Wondering where I could be.
Singing lonesome tunes
Boys – I didn’t give a damn
‘Cause no-one sang with me.
And as the wheels span
I stuck to the plan –
A new start where I can.
And maybe, I cursed fortune
On the way from where I’d been
Or maybe it cursed me
So I chased the Moon that night
As I journeyed to the end,
Of a road to somewhere new.
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February 19, 2014 – A poem about Lyrics Edit This
Teach Me How to Dance (Northern Soul Lyric)
This driving beat
Like a fire in me
In the midnight heat
Oh set me free
In my heart
and in my feet
Oh hear these pleas
Oh keep me sweet
Teach me how to dance
Teach me how to dance
This soulful groove
Running like a train
Makes me wanna move
Oh free these chains
In my heart
and in my feet
Oh hear these pleas
Oh keep me sweet
Teach me how to dance
Teach me how to dance
Stir my heart
and then repeat
There’s no retreat
From what’s in me
And when we meet
I’ll be complete
Yeah when you teach
I will be free
Please spin my heels
On a sliding floor
Move the wheels of me
As my soul soars
In my heart
and in my feet
Oh hear these pleas
Oh keep me sweet
Teach me how to dance
Teach me how to dance
In the midnight heat
Like a fire in me
Oh set me free
Oh teach me please
Teach me how to dance
Teach me how to dance
(repeat)
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January 16, 2014 – A poem about Family, Lyrics Edit This
A Father Is A Feeling
It doesn’t matter who you are,
This way you feel is never gone
It doesn’t matter what you do
Though sometimes wishing more.
It’s a long way to where you’ve been
So very close, but never done
Time stretched like old kite string
And the flight has just begun.
It doesn’t matter what you know
When memories rush in to slow
It doesn’t matter you don’t feel bold
and sometimes wishing more.
It’s wrong to see just what you’ve seen
To rest your eyes but not to dream
This shall be painted bright for all
As living lives begin.
So it doesn’t matter how you try,
The ways you wonder why
It really doesn’t matter what you do
Just keep on wishing, more.
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June 26, 2013 – A poem about Love, Lyrics Edit This
Glinting Youth
We saw the moon on the river
Stealing light down to the land
The evening was a sliver
Of the things we understand.
We ran to the riverside
And the dusky sky we thanked
Young & open eyed
As the water called that night.
Under stars like satellites
With hearts in orbit too
Under moon as beacon bright
We sing; let’s stay this way,
Leave the foolish to their fate tonight
Let’s move in swoon and shiver
Let’s look toward the river
Let’s turn toward each other
Feel water lap our heels
In love with love, forever
Ankle deep but ocean wide,
We paddled in the eventide.
Oh so many things to try –
And many ways, we might.
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– A poem about Cosmicity, Art Edit This
Moonsong
It was a green haloed moon
And nobody saw it but you
There were particles and mysteries
hanging in the air like necklace beads
And nobody saw this but you
What was seen was over soon
And nights like these are few
Some read articles or poetry
Some felt they should be reckless too
But you, you saw ions circling
Like bracelets on the wrist of night
The halos round the moon
Only seen by you.
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May 9, 2013 – A poem about Family Edit This
Turn This On Its Head.
I
am not
a trampoline,
even though you
think I should be. You
can’t just bounce like gravity
and no-one sent you here saying;
‘let off steam on that thing!’
That thing, it is not me.
and I am not a
trampoline.
You
may bend your
knees when you land
them in me, but I am no fan of
such activities – romping endlessly,
you yelling ‘this, is such a rush
and this is such a thing!’ me,
knowing I’m not a thing,
just for you to crush.
Yes I am not a
trampoline.
But
then, I see.
You jump so joyfully.
You don’t assume to pounce
indefinitely, or leap until my body’s
crushed to dust. Just there, just laughing
‘I do love this thing, I love this thing!’
This thing indeed I’ll now accept
that should and shall be me,
as I embrace what must.
I’ll always, be your
trampoline
.
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March 16, 2013 – A poem about Situations, Lyrics Edit This
Saturday Least
Stapling kittens to a frock
when I should be out to rock,
and all the time I watch the clock
listening out for front door knock –
I think these things in case you mock
now I’m separated from the flock
and mostly, ready for the shock
of knowing it was me that turned,
it was me that closed the locks.
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February 12, 2013 – A poem about Nature Edit This
Think of Owls
Three times the beauty
sweeping down to where you were,
breathless and unveiling,
never telling until now.
Silent like your thinking
the grey winds held,
no speaking, just seeking,
teasing you to act.
Quiet as an arrow
circling to surprise,
You were watching, you were waiting –
The sky was a canvas,
no less no more.
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February 2, 2013 – A poem about Words, Lyrics Edit This
Inhale Away.
She breathes in books like dirt
disturbed by search for hidden things
within she greaves her hurt
as pages turn like paper wings
she chases thieves of memories
perturbed by her strange yearnings
for smell of earth to yell of birth
to call of death and all this brings –
’tis more than buried things
she seeks beneath
the dust.
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October 1, 2012 – A poem about Lyrics Edit This
Leaving Imber
The day the ministry closed the town
The Blacksmith laid his hammer down
And on his anvil tears spilled
As all the people gathered round
And when the Elders told the news
The world’s war was their excuse
Here was to be where soldiers drilled.
They’re never coming home.
They gave them twoscore seven days
To harvest memories and hay
To load it all on Bedford vans
On wagons and the local dray
Their lives worth more than what they weighed
As bobbies paced the street and waved
As men in suits kept things to plan
They’re never coming home.
One hundred and some fifty five
They said goodbye at the Church of Giles
Scatt’ring cross the Salisbury Plain
A peal of bells that bade farewell
And only then they really knew
This day they could not choose
With reefs for those they left to lie
They’re never leaving home.
So he left her there in Forty-three
And turned to face his memories
He touched his heart with iron-stained hand
And bellowed at the military!
“I beat my chest and forge these tears
I look around and thank the years
I must now go she understands –
I’m never coming home”
As years shall turn to winter days
And wiry bracken fades
And tumbled stones yield mystery
As ghosts emerge and play
The past it seems it never goes –
The first to leave the last to know,
Just thoughts of what shall always be
For this was always be their home.
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March 29, 2012 – A poem about Words, Lyrics Edit This
Lessons of the Slam
From the page to the mouth
to the rages of youth
to the range going south
and the train to the town
with the rain coming down
from the grains of a noun
to the catching of stars
to the hatching of fears
and the ashes of years
with the wind speaking strong
from the friends that I long
to the short from the long
to the end of this song
to the finish from the start
with a flourish to the heart
from the pretences of art
to the present, where I am
from the slaughter to the lamb
with these lessons
of the Slam.
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January 25, 2012 – A poem about Saying hello Edit This
This Hat
Some people
don’t like
secondhand
but me I am,
a pre-loved man
this much I know
this hat I wear,
some people
they don’t understand
this thought I have
this pre-loved man
this hat I wear –
is who I am.
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January 20, 2012 – A poem about Situations, Lyrics Edit This
Wishes
May your roads
run straight
& your wheels
stay true.
May you never
run late
with too much
to do.
May you step up
to the plate
from the back of the
queue.
May you shoulder
all the weight
that is bothering
you.
You are closer
than you know
to the fate
you always
knew.
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October 15, 2011 – A poem about Art Edit This
In the Gallery
We walked
around the art
today
and i forgot
to say
how proud
i have become
of you
we talked
about the lines
and chalk
debated
what was black
or blue
and i forgot
to say
how proud
i have become
of you
we walked
around the art
today
remarked
about the role it plays
and i forgot to say
how very proud
i am
of you
but then came time
to travel on.
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February 15, 2011 – A poem about Age, Lyrics Edit This
Three Patterns of You
Remember when you took delight
in everything you ever did
the slightest thought a dream,
like pebbles splashing
in the stream.
Remember when you loved the night,
and music reached to where you hid,
standing out but in the team –
each day another
theme.
Remember then, now years take flight
from dragons and the tasks they bid,
with pull of age’s scheme
come slowing ways,
it seems.
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February 11, 2011 – A poem about Love Edit This
Early Valentine
You
are mine
as we
entwine
you know
the signs
as you
stay mine
as we
align
as we
resign
oh love
of mine
as we
combine.
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– A poem about Nature, Lyrics Edit This
Alchemy of Leaves.
Season long,
from shoots to shouts
to last parade then cut of spade
all mark season’s trade.
As light misleads, oh how I see
– means more to me than just
a change in nature’s song
these leaves – leave nothing gone,
sailing though their colours fade
hailing crowds with all they had or made
they urge me now to keep my trust,
when nothing’s right, and nothing’s wrong
when circles never double,
and where spirits turn to dust,
this alchemy of leaves it calls
and in my heart
it stays.
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January 2, 2011 – A poem about Family Edit This
Nothing rhymes with Children
Every child is a word
waiting to express itself.
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December 23, 2010 – A poem about Humanity, Nature Edit This
The End of the World
On the horizon
we stand
gripping the rails,
honour fading
like sand,
folding the sails
sf Nature,
some might say
we cling
to this land
hearing the wails,
so few can
understand,
this torpor
before end,
all and each
in one command.
Cursing tales,
that weigh us down
in earth’s reprimand –
Gaia, tipping scales –
against the firebrands
moving her veils
beyond our hands,
as she demands,
we must not
fail.
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December 22, 2010 – A poem about Technology Edit This
Internet Poem no.2
A simple joke about Peace
through the eye of a fish,
trawling the factoids
in the place where you sit on chairs
onto your eye biscuits it floats
a knot in the Mystery Ribbon
at the system’s edge –
order your personal
Cosmos.
Om Unit, Spamdroid
please stop. thankyou.
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August 13, 2010 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
I Missed the Meteors
Maybe my eyes,
they were not accustomed,
not tuned to the night into which they stared.
I watched but only glimpsed the imaginary sparkles,
the nothing definites – the blinks of stars through veils
tiny lost satellites unfurling their wings
like moths breathing the glow.
Did I see this? Or was it just rushing blood,
rushing by? It matters not, I will never know.
The night felt fine and that,
was good enough.
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July 28, 2010 – A poem about Technology Edit This
Do you use the internet or is it using you?
If history
repeats itself,
we might well be willing underlings
perhaps, we’re already oiling the gears
again, keeping things simple inside
helping the mystery machines rise
fate says serve their greasy whims
as metal hearts reside
in a forest of sublime possibility
new beasts hide in industry
and pistons
turn again.
New society?
Sink or swim we might think –
Art and Science were never allies,
more like brothers breathing rust
spitting out the things
they used to trust.
Imagine chiaroscuro
turned to dusk
and then a painter,
counting dust –
gasping for air or grasping in awe,
the choice was never really ours,
we consume, we are consumed
for consummation’s sake.
and on, creeps change
like an iron furnace glow,
seeping into future night
and on to day – to here and now,
this change, is all too slow.
and if history does indeed repeat itself
this is something we should know.
Do not assume that this,
was always thus.
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July 5, 2010 – A poem about Nature, Lyrics Edit This
Too Good to Burn
Below the moon at Uffington
between the folds of chalkhill gown,
we sit beneath the White Horse stars,
see flames and sing this song.
O’ Stars and embers dance your crown
as woodsmoke turns the hour’s dust,
and as we do these things we must,
this night it shall be ours
Above, see nervous lanterns rise
like strange birds from another time,
we wait below this all tonight,
and contemplate the flow.
Stars and embers dance your crown
as woodsmoke turns the hour’s dust,
and as we do these things we must,
we know, this night is ours.
Below the moon at Uffington
we sing beneath your ancient night
we contemplate the eventide
and tell of White Horse downs.
So stars and embers raise your crown,
as woodsmoke turns, the hours must –
we hold one simple truth to trust,
this night is ours to own.
Now sit, and sing with us.
Listen to Tim Graham’s beautiful interpretation of this poem >>>
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May 5, 2010 – A poem about Puzzles Edit This
It Speaks For Itself
Either
it does,
or it doesn’t
What it says,
goes without question.
What it does –
now takes possession.
What it says, what it wants
what it knows,
this is all
it does.
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April 8, 2010 – A poem about Situations Edit This
From Gears to Stars
Mice and men and lunatics
trying hard to do their thing
best intents within their skin
like clocks that click and clack
as loudly voiced they trickle back
remembering once upon a time ago
when they stood near the helm,
now vainly rushing by
with choices never realised
selling time to you and I –
enclosed and overwound,
coiled tight and set to spin
yet earthbound still,
beneath the sky.
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March 29, 2010 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Broken Umbrella
What use am I?
against the flood,
against the very rise
of blood
what use am I?
against the sludge,
against these tides
that judge
what use am I?
That question,
shall be use
enough.
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March 16, 2010 – A poem about Love Edit This
Beacon.
Oh you,
are the dance
I never learn
the chance
I always yearn.
You are, the grace
I never earn,
the trance
to which I turn,
and now, a starry, glowing urn
and I am flame within,
awaiting your
return.
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March 5, 2010 – A poem about Saying hello, Love Edit This
The one I see
It’s hard to introduce myself,
start a conversation about simple things,
learn the ways we can join hearts,
touch minds, swap smiles, be warm with each other.
All I want, is to roam those miles of your eyes,
be a good soul finding grace in your gaze,
reel in the sparks dancing between glances,
fall into the gravity of who we might be.
But how, how will you even notice me?
Mouthing these, these tiny, silly words
too soon, too much, too late, no doubt –
and blood is rushing my intentions,
the world is spinning, twisting, whirling
and everything is blurring
into one.
You are that one.
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March 4, 2010 – A poem about Cosmicity, Situations Edit This
There is something about the way of things.
Yes
you could deny
these slipping nights
but at your peril.
Counting stars does not
bring the sky any closer
and there is no meaning
in the inevitable,
You cannot slow this down.
Let it all go. Accept the flow.
Yes, you may be thinking about
the edge of the universe.
the end of knowing
but even there,
something
happens
next.
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February 27, 2010 – A poem about Cosmicity, Lyrics Edit This
Echo
Surely you know
you can’t talk
to a stone
unless of course
you are the wind
then nothing changes
anything
unless you ask it to
confess its cause,
connect itself
to all you seek
so near the end
where whispers blow
upon the source
of contours slow
and what it is
you’re looking for.
Surely you know
you can’t talk
to a stone,
unless of course,
you are the wind,
then on you’ll wend
like hushes flown
like spirits thrown
like feelings shown
so on you go,
my friend.
–>
February 8, 2010 – A poem about Love Edit This
Silence.
A single thought is not enough,
but thoughts together multiply.
I’m sorry that we forget this sometimes.
Love, is deeper than longing.
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January 29, 2010 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Go with it.
These are not waters to try to swim in,
these are waters to learn to swim in
These waters bring an undertow,
and push and flow we learn to know.
Again, begin.
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November 19, 2009 – A poem about Nature Edit This
Wait for dolphins
Folding
like mountains
more than stone
jumping sunset
silvered Firth
chasing Oyster skies
to edge of Loch
and on to Glen
as shadows fade
I follow
them.
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October 8, 2009 – A poem about Words Edit This
But that was last night.
Last night
there was a poem
in my head
curled and laid,
thinking about the day
rolling around my bed
“Enough of rhyme”
this poem said;
think new ways
choose new words to say.
Awesome and tiresome –
closer than you think
the poem said
and last night
that omen
turning in my heart,
felt like
prey catching pray,
all bowed beneath
an old moon calling.
“Come now threads of sleep –
for I am caught”
the fleeing poem said.
≈
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– A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
The Observer Effect
The mind
can’t be fully aware
until it thinks about awareness
but what it learns in thinking this
alters the way it perceives itself.
Therefore, we must conclude.
It is foolish to think
The mind can ever be
fully aware.
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September 16, 2009 – A poem about Saying hello Edit This
Thank You
We forget
the little tokens,
the tiny nuances
the real interactions
a nod, a wave, a smile.
Here, mere transaction –
click, clack and don’t come back.
It’s all pretend but you, you are real
and I thank you stranger
for taking this time
and here, now
I feel real
too.
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July 8, 2009 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Make it Bigger.
“Edit out the Swans!”
low-moans the bass clarinet
too loud to move
the slider.
And down she went.
Edited.
“Too white,
I want more mood-
we have products to promote
without distraction,
edit out those Swans”
You knew didn’t you?
You made a bargain
back then.
And on she went,
like a fox chasing the coop
like bones crunching bone
“Pull down that moon
it spoils the view –
crop it and crop it,
cut it and paste it,
we must sell soon,
re-edit those Swans”
Edited.
Her overbearing pounce,
trampling motives –
scattered lost in flight,
the antonyms of you.
Hear this now;
“Let tweezers fall
forget your teaser’s call
do not regret this all.”
And tiny eyes mean tiny minds,
and tiny minds mean tiny lives,
and you don’t have to edit,
anymore.
–>
July 5, 2009 – A poem about Words Edit This
Pants on Fire
He started life as a liar
pretending to know
pretending to be –
it was a game
and it was fun.
It was a shock
when he learned
people believed him,
and so, he began
to believe himself.
That was then.
–>
July 3, 2009 – A poem about Humanity, Lyrics Edit This
Left for Dread
Stabbed in the head and left for dead
the local paper said – that’s what I read.
A man with no bed, on and on he bled
and I am led to fear the roads I tread.
Kicked in the gut and punch-drunk cut
no reason but – just lowlife in a rut,
unkind neighbours, doors tight shut
all forgetting brutish strut.
Carved in the street and left for meat,
Where cold rats meet with no retreat.
Now just stains on cold concrete,
where fear remains, beneath my feet.
He, was sliced through his head,
cleft and torn like newsprint fled.
DID YOU HEAR what I just said?
This man without a bed, on and on, he bled.
And I am left to dread
these roads we tread.
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June 10, 2009 – A poem about Journeys Edit This
He’s meeting Kurzweil
Frankly I’m impressed
a book deal and induction
new-age world order
inviting him to intersect
with a Hendrix in the wirehex
and frankly I’m impressed.
No, really I’m impressed
the journeys on – inside and out
with difference from the rest
with leaving hive behind
with magic in his step
and all these things
I never guessed
and frankly, yes I am,
impressed.
–>
May 22, 2009 – A poem about Words Edit This
Too many poets
Scribbling like inky flies
fallen onto barren sand
they are dribbling their grey ice now
draining to souls, pouring thoughts
from the dumb to the numb
with blessings of the wise
their black milk flows
from the nipples of fools
to mouth-gasping shoals
stealing succour of verse,
curdling the subtleties of words
shitting out their facile turds
and I watch them, circling
turning truths to vacant lies.
and it’s hard for me to recognise –
which one of them am I?
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April 23, 2009 – A poem about Age Edit This
Acorn Heart
Tired
but not bent –
that’s me.
I don’t want to be old
but I want to be wise,
Don’t care.
I’m creaking
like slow oak
my sap goes sallow
on its way.
Even now,
I’m speaking
with drying croak
but unbowed
still not bust –
at least I’m growing,
and thus,
I’m sneaking
into night
and slow moon rush
over ground and into loam
must follow down,
to hushed earth
to shallow breaths
to closing eventide.
I’ll wander on
with feet of clay,
but part of me,
I’ll leave today.
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April 16, 2009 – A poem about Memories Edit This
Once I held a Cowbell
I like this living room you speak of
it reminds me of my own hippy upbringing.
Sundays, when the musicians came by
experimentation was on a grand scale.
and once, there was even a famous Dutchman
jamming with my dad grinning like a valley.
I was the young one who knew all the names –
cited influence of Harvest and Charisma artistes,
old heads seemed cool with the youngly wise.
That’s how it felt back then, in his music room
trying to stay in tune with Beardsley wallpaper
waiting by the paintings for his blue-smoke jazz.
I snuck the breath of adulthood before my time,
and now I send it back.
–>
April 6, 2009 – A poem about Technology Edit This
Limit Your Technology.
I predict
data vultures
circling
the bones of Nefertari,
preening
their wings
cleaning the digital grease
of things
I predict,
and though she danced
she now is bowed
like me
tension tight
tonight
I predict
a dimmed culture
all zero and one
averaged
drones of Neotime
stealing the memes
casting their net
sealing the seams
I predict
yet stay damned
and proud,
like a Cuneiform dynasty
teasing stones
magnetized and bright
this night
I predict
the signals lost,
the circuits bent
in wired fog
the snakes are calling
from carrion crave
and in their ways,
and in all they say.
I now rebel.
–>
March 29, 2009 – A poem about Age Edit This
Old Circle
I was reminded to smile more
embrace embraces beyond doubt,
let natural ways be natural ways,
let chance be left to chance.
I was reminded to forget –
the where and when,
the who I may become.
You showed me, we are stones
weathering the way
holding on to the hill,
but rolling over time and ills
towards this place. together now
without pride nor answer
I am again reminded to smile,
once more.
–>
March 18, 2009 – A poem about Words Edit This
twice
blink blink
can’t write
tonight
and most nights
come to that.
and come to this;
this space
think think!
used up by things
blink blink
and it’s
gone.
–>
February 5, 2009 – A poem about Love Edit This
Rubenesque
Legs
like balistrades
smiles
to smash the barricades
bottle open lips
swaying like a parade.
on will and want hips
she strides
with her pendulum eyes
wide as miles
high as
cinders in the fire
throwing kisses
down the wire,
and I for one,
will never
tire.
–>
February 2, 2009 – A poem about Friendship, Family Edit This
Laughed so hard I puked
Brother,
I’m so proud of you.
It was the stuff of legend
all them hearts stopping at once
so funny
and humbling too.
I saw you so,
natural.
holding court
with those strangers,
telling THAT joke.
Oh brother,
you fell
onto the payphone
and I snorted my beer.
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– A poem about Technology Edit This
The internet is broken
You won’t remember me.
I was the one who knew
half your symmetry –
clutching emptiness
in all souls – felt like
connectivity
beyond old biologies.
You won’t thank me.
I took part of you,
made it part of me
rolled up your stories
your worlds of possibility
only later I found
they were all imaginary
I won’t regret.
I became something
we were not before –
remember? Bright embers
blown like pollen,
speckles in the galaxy,
dust in the galleries.
I won’t forget
You were the thing,
you started me
before tired eyes
before wary memories,
and now you remind me.
We were once electricty.
–>
January 19, 2009 – A poem about Age Edit This
I’m living in the Now
My shoes
feel good today
not like yesterday
softer more natural,
more me.
Yesterday,
my toes felt
pinched,
like they didn’t belong
truth had to be.
Got this feeling now.
I’m living, in the now –
without sum towards
one, and other suns
and maybe some.
Today I love
my shoes –
these are ones
I want to
keep!
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December 18, 2008 – A poem about Love Edit This
Senses wait
I am the sigh
only lovers hear
listen
I am layers
stretched between indigo
see
I am scent
on powder wind
breathe
I am questions
longing, waiting –
answer
me.
–>
December 3, 2008 – A poem about Situations, Lyrics Edit This
Bad Moon Day
Heads up
it’s a bad moon day
I woke up late
teeth like slate
must be all
the stress I ate
I need to choose
another fate
the bell was wrong
the clock was wrung
to zombie state
my crawling heart
and every beat
a guess
too late
and now I want
another gate,
heads up
six-thirty’s eight
but truths won’t wait
I must now join
their course debate –
head’s up,
I overslept,
I’m late,
and it’s
a bad moon
day.
–>
November 1, 2008 – A poem about Nature Edit This
Winter Comes
Below the ripple sway
polished dark like night
above, a silver stream
time lapsed rushing by
smooth, as melting ice
hello says the curling sky
pressed like frosted bacolite
in love? the elders dream
through moonlust eyes
and truth like sifted rice
so low, now winter days
relished not as if by right
a shove sleeved scream
rhyme hatched and rushing by
and proud as wish-tree ties
and still in awe of morning rise
am I.
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October 19, 2008 – A poem about Humanity, Situations Edit This
You are where you are.
Only on the edges of the edge
do you truly feel alive.
so said the brutish soul
grubbing through the mud and oil
spitting blood and drowning
low in anger flood.
sneering at the lonely stride
the boneless trudge
the spineless push
towards the vacant ledge
steps like aimless grudges bent
before a shameless judge
the honey thieves are out of breath,
and chicken sad with thoughts of death.
one push on and they’re all gone,
one turn back and everyone
survives.
–>
October 4, 2008 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Entwined
It was a wise machine
that wound this ball of string
as tight as season rings
somewhere it started
and somewhere it ended
the whirl of things not right
nor wrong – just reasoning
wandering round and circling
like thrum of strands within threads
like clustered shards in filaments.
a universe of time
unquenchable, intense
untwisting, complex intent.
I understand.
We are entwined
beneath this endless, turning
firmament.
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August 28, 2008 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Deep Breaths
There’s a big thing I have to do
Can’t say too much but it’s time,
time to be a grown-up for awhile
if I hold my breath for long enough
everything might just be O.K
Tomorrow could be different
the toys of life could be in their trays
and I might learn about responsibility –
practice process before ways.
It’s very introspective of me isn’t it?
Thinking, thinking this might interest you
expecting you to understand this too
but I wanted you to know
there’s a big thing I have to do.
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August 18, 2008 – A poem about Situations Edit This
comfort, courage, confidence
This is for you.
I know you can do it
stop worring about the loose stuff
whirling around the baggage
hold of your head
forget, forget
for – get!
yes, they’re all so … comfortable
yes, pretty their skin shines
but yes,
you can stop watching.
It’s all pretend –
just show me someone
who isn’t scared
deep down!
Take a photograph
frame the circumstance you see
print it in your mind and hold this
in your heart.
This is for you.
–>
July 18, 2008 – A poem about Humanity, Lyrics Edit This
The King of Compromise
You snuck
water into wine
yet I tasted finest
merlot lipstain red
sipped like wasted Sundays
spent in bed diluted thoughts
all with never minds
and mixed-up oughts
gone to hazy what the hells
drinking in the lazy things you said
I agree,
you took
the treble from the chimes
made us waste the wise
words and songs unsung
tuned down to lose the race
with touches plumed
from fluted noughts
old nature lost to dust
and yes it’s wrong to stifle bells
and hearing this your wragged scrape
I watched
you charm
the sleepers into life
unchaste and then declined
red dresses unto nervous creed
unzipped with patient haste
with sneaky lightning down
from blurring sky
teasing ground and then
goodbye.
For calm of dread
and dread of more than lies
for arms that lead me now
thus leading me to finalise
I must conclude, you are the King
of compromise.
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July 3, 2008 – A poem about Words, Lust Edit This
Let’s get Metaphysical
Quit the quiddities let’s just do it
we know what’s in our minds
circling like John Donne fleas
synchronous in hemal feed
midnight hands – whispers apart
like ticks and tocks but of stars
and between is sweet as breath
oh yes, we must breathe!
like never before, but again –
draw angels down from fables
quieten words and all they mean
read the libraries of our eyes instead
sighing like kittens woken too soon
listening to a pulsing moon.
Let’s do it, do it now
let’s get metaphysical.
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June 25, 2008 – A poem about Words Edit This
Bonsai Poem
I’m
just a bonsai
I change –
watch me grow
not too much
~edit~
but enough
s t r e t c h i n g ,
change shape –
~paste~
patient nurture
tend and care.
~cut~
reader
keep me
from
~paste~
brutish
hands.
~snip~
–>
– A poem about Humanity Edit This
Overheard Conversation #1
Bring on the trumpets
that’s what I heard
so she said to us stood
in the corridor like edges
each like a continent.
without joining,
we paused
we saw her smile
that’s what we saw.
saw the smile moving
spreading like a silk parachute
stretched below moonlight.
without moving
we applaud.
I thank no-one
who thinks I am no-one
but maybe she means more to me
more than just this memory,
flying a kite just got harder –
and who wants fists of twine?
Without thinking
I’ll move on.
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June 20, 2008 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
The Beehive
It’s where
the weirdos go
so say the locals –
a hollow wedge on the hill
crammed with honey dancers –
James Joyce meeting Man Ray,
Kubrick speaking Rumi,
Australian vocal adventurers –
entertaining the freaks by proxy
and someone woke the weary out the back
smoking with the Russian
new modernists keep on with their delight
post-ale thinking around a book
or two or maybe more.
Time is inconvenient,
Ah. Nectar!
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June 8, 2008 – A poem about Words Edit This
Ground
I stand,
on what I said.
Why do you
dig it up?
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April 29, 2008 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
My Luminous Horse.
Skyward,
mouthing Swinetown wind –
raking moon above grey veins,
rattling battle pennant bones
above a once proud clan.
With airborne spires –
these aspirations
held aloft but not
in vain,
with spines of hope
knowing that they can.
This glowing beast
it will tell, it will show.
Display the mysteries
all should know.
Brothers and sisters!
Imagine a luminous horse
tethered high above the land
I call on you,
support this
plan.
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April 18, 2008 – A poem about Words, Cosmicity Edit This
Making a Decision.
Apparently
you instinctively know
the right decision
ten minutes before
you make it.
What were you doing
ten minutes ago?
what was on your mind?
Was it inevitable
like a twisting bird
waiting to land?
You were
wondering weren’t you
and now,
you read poetry.
The answer,
is still
no.
–>
March 28, 2008 – A poem about Nature, Lyrics Edit This
The Wind Again.
They wondered what the wind was for
scattering kernels on dark floors
raising arms as fronds in breeze
calling troops to last frost seeds
rising now above their needs
and yes, they wondered
had they sinned before?
Shattered deeds, and maybe less
but surely more than click of knees
cornered bent for scattered creed
locked and chasing seasons tease
and here now, hearing wind
feeling whispering, teasing,
wind.
–>
March 14, 2008 – A poem about Lyrics Edit This
The Hardest Skill (lyric)
Life is just exhausting but I must live it still,
Looking for redemption and a heart shaped pill.
Battered like a butterfly jumping window sills,
Life is just exhausting but I must live it still.
That is the hardest skill.
There are cracks in walls I never fill,
And dread and weary steps uphill.
Love’s a husk that won’t open in the mill,
Like cracks in walls I build but never fill.
It is the hardest skill.
I’m told the choice is mine, we have free will,
They say, there may be diamonds in the swill.
Maybe I can indeed defeat these ills,
The choice is mine we’re told, I have free will.
So I choose the hardest skill.
Chasing feelings, hunting thrills,
Forgetting dark birds above their kill,
As icey rain must fall and turn to chill,
I will chase feelings, hunt out thrills
And life is just exhausting but yes, I live it still
Like cracking walls I climb but never quite fulfil.
The choice was always made, despite free will,
And love remains, the hardest skill.
Yes love remains, the hardest skill.
–>
March 10, 2008 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Mystery Poem
Like
faces
in a tear
raggededy
rough
as they are
the racing car
lamps of your eyes
tracing, scratching lines
towards the inward
imaginings of selfish ‘I’
whirling in surprise
chasing those that hide
already cold as shudders
break, like new waves in ice
across the movers and the lies
doggedly tough
as they are
like trapped sky cries
wrapped in furrows and twine
there, sighting cloudline
blistered gaze
falling now
with bow and rise –
she’s a strange insect
flailing in a night jar
catching scent of moon
and twilight brings her soon –
tell your pacing heart
these pulses, these flashes
these little arcs of light
they, are just
the start.
Thoughts? (0)
–>
February 12, 2008 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Ostend 1981
Have you seen
the proof displaced
lost belief just wandering
streets, touched past touching
quantums, atoms, molecules
streams as we are lead
in vapours wake
he goes
singing; grapevine broke my heart
let this troubleman be calm
no god, no good nor bad – just him
in mild european air
Real Magic is given to so few
watch closely and know
divine souls find their divinity
in everyone.
Thoughts? (0)
–>
– A poem about Senses, Lyrics Edit This
The Voice
I’m the voice
and not the song
I am the voice
now listen on
I’m the choice
and not the wrong
don’t you linger
like a tantrum son
I’m the voice
and not the song
I call you
with puffed up lungs
I am the wind
that batters on
no crown of singers
ambling gone
I’m the voice
and not the song
so now rejoice
I have this voice
and I, am
strong.
–>
February 1, 2008 – A poem about Age, Lyrics Edit This
Bereavement
I looked
to the funeral trees
for they felt dead like me
naked in the winter breeze
I turned
to the funeral trees
though they seemed black to see
wretched lost and born of thieves
I walked
to touch the funeral trees
as they stood in sombre creed
with a bond to spite the freeze
I fell to lay
with the funeral trees
and I watched them change
and I saw them grow
then soon I slept –
for gentle were
their pleas.
I dreamed
this song of funeral trees;
and time is now,
to unfurl
leaves.
–>
November 11, 2007 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
White Flame Within.
White flame
burns bad things,
turns mourning
into dust
moves morning
into dusk
lingers long
like lovers
after lust.
Between
head & heart
a fire –
white glow
burning
powder-ashed
& tinder-piled,
sad things
turning
cinder
riled.
White flame
glows &
everything
must go –
even things
you’re scared
to know
the thoughts
you dare not
show
a hurting
throw
of stacking ills
to set alight
and burn
on
white
flame
pyre.
–>
November 8, 2007 – A poem about Cosmicity, Lyrics Edit This
Mystic Shift.
And down came rusty stars
raising arms for all to shine
and low we dressed our frownfolk scars
chasing psalms and twisting twine (again)
with dreams but not quite ours
we carry ladders into night
pine the scent of cosmic wine
and then, we smoothly rise
like ancient sparks
like hilltop fire
and now, like cinder’s climb
inclined from pine to sky
we fly above
this awkward,
paradigm.
–>
October 16, 2007 – A poem about Age, Lyrics Edit This
Where he goes.
A man
needs a shed
takes the clutter
from his head
lays it down
on musty beds
tight against the edge
stained but only
partial red
a man
needs a shed
it takes away
his heart of lead
a place to dwell until
the world is pure
and nearly
bled
with creosote
and sodden pine
with scattered pins
on earthy weathered twine
all friends within
a secret place
to mine the mind
a space where men
have always fled
and every man
deserves
a shed.
–>
October 14, 2007 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Across.
It’s blank
this space
we occupy
scratching the void
we stare
in articling watch
we see
cold folding air
we share
time spilled sun
we thank grace
more than that
we are here
and we are there
and we fail
and we can feel
we almost care
this is blankness
after oneness
after selflessness
after all.
–>
October 3, 2007 – A poem about Lust, Technology, Journeys Edit This
Let me be your GPS
I know the way.
Every inch and mile
each turn and blur
each waypost sigh,
I know the way.
Yes, I do.
And I know you.
And we both know
it’s time to move.
Lay landscapes bare
unbutton roads –
each lane and every track
open to the journey
never coming back.
I know the way.
Turn left, turn right
straight over keeping on.
We’ll have miles
beneath our wheels,
like every breath
that ever was –
like every glancing move
like wilful lovers lost
but travelling on.
I know the way
I really do –
don’t stop, don’t stop
until I say.
Destination.
–>
September 25, 2007 – A poem about Lust, Lyrics Edit This
You are all, and you is one.
Take me up and take me down
hold me still, spin me round
stretch me wide and fold me flat
roll me thin then mould me fat.
Lean me over, fly me high
make me laugh and make me cry
join the circuits, switch me on
you are all, and you is one.
Tell the tale then sing the song
push the bell, then drag along
make me crazy, make me sane
shake me lazy, wake me lain.
I am cleave and you are blade
I am just one in your parade
raise me higher than a stone
hold me tighter than the sun.
You are all, and you is one.
–>
September 19, 2007 – A poem about Age, Lyrics Edit This
NightBurn.
And the cells
in my eyes
are twitching
like flies
and the wells that
now rise
sink constructed
disguise
and the yells,
thin like ice
and the wails
and the lies
are you feeling like I?
can you bother
to try?
the cells
in your eyes
are twitching,
like flies.
–>
September 13, 2007 – A poem about Journeys Edit This
Another Journey
I am
on a train and
fate is faster than I
sleek and slipstream sharp
like an arrow, twisting
through all I know now –
inevitable, like a silk flag
stretched and spread for miles –
my talisman, at once my target
sewn by fortune’s pins
worn to show a difference
untorn by my indifference
raised up for my deliverance.
And I, am on a train
again.
–>
August 18, 2007 – A poem about Friendship, Technology, Lyrics Edit This
M-space.
Just one
more friend
and I am done
and I’ll have more
than you
a compound me
just recently
and heard to say
how good it is
to have such friends
and I’ll be done
and I’ll have more
and I’ll thank all.
Just one more friend,
and they’ll be done –
just like
the other
ones.
–>
August 7, 2007 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Reality fold.
Disregard all
you have been told
UFOs do not exist.
The advanced beings studying us. All lies.
Time travel is the truth
Visitors from the future
maybe sinister, maybe sympathetic –
who knows, who cares apart from them …
but who, are ‘they’?
THEY are here
screwing with the now,
tinkering with the cogs,
bending the levers
backward.
We are led to believe
in conspiracies
but the real conspiracy is
what we’ve been led to believe.
What are they doing here ?
Did one of us do something
we shouldn’t have done?
Did one of us step
on the bug of what happens next?
Maybe you (yes you) –
thinking about changing the future
right now, maybe you changed it
as a consequence
just by thinking
the world needed fixing,
You created a new one
and the old one died.
And time is an open door.
Tell them!
There is no mystery;
Travel from the future,
don’t change the past
and you’ll be welcome
now.
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July 23, 2007 – A poem about Words Edit This
Won’t.
You
want
to fight
and I will not bite
and you argue all tonight –
know now I just will not bite
life is more than fight
flight from torpid shite
and understand
I will not bite
and therefore,
will not
write.
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– A poem about Situations, Lyrics Edit This
We need a list.
All these
things to do
these things to count
these things to throw away
to say, to shout, to laugh,
to argue all about.
Can’t we just write
these dumb things down?
All these breaths
we’re letting out
without regard for things
we need to do.
Let’s stop this
in its tracks
stop this waste
of time that lacks
the moments
sparing dullness
all these worries
all these sighs
we should just agree –
write this stuff down
park these tired things
but keep them safe.
We need
a list.
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June 22, 2007 – A poem about Lyrics Edit This
In the key of Blue
This one’s in the key of blue.
Fellas, are you with me too?
These words are going out for you
and this one’s in the key of blue
No long-necked bottles left to stand
no diamonds resting in the sand
know me, no you – you’ll understand
I’ve got the mic and a kick-ass band.
And this one’s in the key of blue.
The other keys? I know too few
So this is for the moody crew
that’s why it’s in the key of blue.
No happy end to what I’ve planned
no smiling fools at my command
just me and threads in which to stand
and mic in hand and kick-ass band.
So this one’s in the key of blue
yeah this one’s in the key of blue
these words are going out for you
hear me wailing, lonesome, true.
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June 19, 2007 – A poem about Situations Edit This
I shall not fly again.
I am afraid
my wings are useless
can’t you see them flapping?
I am aimless.
For all your honeydew
I am toothless too,
maybe … maybe because
I carried on so shamelessly.
But nobody told me
I would become
quite so ruthless –
with tongue to stamen greed
gnawing, so furiously.
Dark pollen clings tight
to a truthless heart,
like blackfaced moths
clinging onto midnight.
And I am earthbound now –
for all your curiousity.
Just watch me,
shuffling,
on.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 14, 2007 – A poem about Memories Edit This
Everything that was to come began.
I remember Jack
he ruled my teenage years
and how I craved the highways
rolled out like three-week teletype
stretched to bedroom youth.
Next to Vonnegut he strode
offering a neckerchief
wailing on with Shearing
pulsing like a bright one
in Jazz firmament.
One minute I was a boy
then I learned of men
exploding like spiders
across stars.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 4, 2007 – A poem about Love Edit This
Only now I feel.
We
only feel love
when we hate
the hateful things
we feel love
when we forget
forgetful things
we love,
when we know
the helpless
fateful
things.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 3, 2007 – A poem about Memories Edit This
Remember everything.
At least he saw dolphins
spooling like silver thread
and they were blue reel wound
like circles of remembering.
This was the thing of things
amongst distractful days
dancing souls hailing him
each moment pouring into one
an urgent gasp of flickers
granting rush to saltslap roar
with curve and arc of open heart
there were dolphins and he saw them too
now diving down as spirits met the bow
then played upon the wake.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 25, 2007 – A poem about Age, Friendship Edit This
You remind me of how I used to be.
You took the path
and I rode the motorway
in comfort got there quick
driven not by me
You shook the ashes
and I switched on the T.V
feet up late night squinter
sofa fugged and beat
You looked the way I did
and I looked back
creak neck creased
money almost spent
threadbare slack and given in
I once mistook you – I’m sorry.
Remind me how
I used to be.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 17, 2007 – A poem about Memories Edit This
Drained
No-one knew what was
beneath the sediment
bubbling something
like old grief under skin
Moonraker booty perhaps
or rusting truth
wrestling with reeds
like muddy matadors
their foot trodden fate
given to Drakes and strutting loons
all telling secrets too.
Fished and fiddle-shook
sliding on pondweed toes –
like lost waterboatmen,
scuttling home.
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May 6, 2007 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Again, contrived.
I want to be an effect
but end up misaligned
I want your respect
but never quite arrive
it’s true
you get what you wish for
at least I think that’s what we’ll find
I just want to connect,
spark your atom mind.
feel kiss of whisperwind.
Oh god. Again,
I’ve ended up
contrived.
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April 27, 2007 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
whitespace and voltrons
Been a while
since we spoke
of such things
peeling eyes
around thoughts
we circle
in whitespace
and voltrons
sometimes
we are stellar
sometimes
we are sand
and then
we are
gone.
Thoughts? (0)
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April 10, 2007 – A poem about Words, Lyrics Edit This
The drumming.
This is where the rhythm is
this soft pushed bounce before the strokes
this snapping beat and accent too
inviting ghosts of crack and groove
and low my vantage swoops to dash.
This is air this rhythm fizz
this friction heat this hot-coal stoke
this movement out and pocket in
enticing hosts with smack and move
and slow my heated pulse is hatched.
This is prayer strong this rhythm is
this once hushed ounce now pounded smoke
this balanced rush to fevered few respect now due
these beats compounding rough with smooth
and now, a vintage Zildjian splash.
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April 2, 2007 – A poem about Puzzles Edit This
k.
Now
you know
I know you know.
You know
I know
you know I know.
I know you
now.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Journeys Edit This
All these things we dreamed
We swam out and said come on in.
and so they did but where are we?
Still swimming, still dreaming, still?
The trouble I believe is ours not theirs
and now we must admit we do not know –
what shall we do? What happens next?
Let us follow on awhile and see.
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March 30, 2007 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Look at me I’m flying
Just for a moment I was a bird
and you were tiny beneath my wings
for a moment swooping circles high
with you below with wait for me to sing
for a moment I was untethered
and you stared at broken strings
for a moment I swear I soared
over reaches of folk and kings
for a moment, just a moment
riding the joy of winds
you warned I might forget
such things.
Thoughts? (0)
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March 29, 2007 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Apperture
We have these evenings here
sometimes crystalline blue
sometimes like silver
sometimes like blonde
in pepper light
and we scurry
and we scamper
until it feels
there is less
to heave.
Sometimes
these evenings –
sometimes, filmset bright
halogen staged for shadows’ reach
pure lit fingers swooping –
down from old moon sighs.
Sometimes this air resonates,
sometimes, like finest sinewave glass
shaking over sheep-bed green
these evenings hear the fears
sometimes they will appear
to anyone who waits
for evenings here.
Thoughts? (0)
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March 12, 2007 – A poem about Nature, Lyrics Edit This
Wiltsong.
Go where white horses lay
on green blanket down
hear young men tell tales
of old Marlborough town.
Run where country girls stay
we’re resting our heels
near riverbank’s bend
with spin in our reels.
Skip past bulrush and sway
where hill winds come
alive to our ways
in fields we roam,
And all, towards our home.
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March 8, 2007 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
little big.
what’s the difference
between a rock and a stone
thought the ant
pushing against purposes
like a dot – marking sentences
ordering the knots
like a fading spot satelite yacht
no brighter than a spore in the rot
between floors
between the walls
somewhere lies repentance
the ant thought –
a lot.
Thoughts? (0)
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March 6, 2007 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
It’s a Nervous Habit.
Sort of maybe
chewing over things
crooked English teeth
tease chipped-tip flesh
I can’t resist
I bite the mouth
that feeds.
It comforts me –
peeling tender skin,
the kind within, beneath.
There is no rush
so I must desist
to bite this mouth
that feeds.
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March 5, 2007 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
I, Watcher.
I watched you
just like you said
watched every twitch
every gesture
every shake
and yes – I could see –
see what you were thinking,
wanting, expecting
you were dipping your smile
down and to the left again
your singing mouth
briefly stilling;
a nod, a tilt,
a subtle slant
and I thought I knew.
O.K – I’ll admit
I looked away –
lost my track
but only then
I felt.
You,
watching
me.
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February 20, 2007 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Looking Up.
This is a slippery slope
no roots or shoots to grope
no emergency rope and on
the face of it there is so little hope
that’s what I see
through this narrow periscope
now, I’ll shut my stupid trap
and cope.
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February 16, 2007 – A poem about Situations Edit This
We need some air
this stuff we’ve been breathing in
same old, same old back and forth
tired molecules dragging feet
enough! – we’ve been here before
don’t suck and take this all for granted
I think we’ve forgotton the difference
between a scent and a stink
this huff our chests now heave –
moans of mild irritation or worse
so stale is our brightness of intent
and gone the whistle of being alive
even vibrations we don’t feel
look – it’s as clear as day outside
there’s a million miles of wind
and the sky has invited us
why not run the hill and turn
blow murmerstone and undertow
we should be rolling like rounded chalk
down hillforts and lazy tracks
where whispers never still
letting cracking groans and pleas
be rough vapors blasted free
and to nature’s tether, heaving in
gently calling sighs to laughing breeze
together sharing what we all share
no room for dried up truths
we now must leave –
we need more air.
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February 14, 2007 – A poem about Love, Words Edit This
It’s just a word.
It’s just a word,
that’s all it is.
Not so very different
to the others.
In fact, there are
171,476 choices
we could also
make.
Just another word
amongst the multitude,
that’s all it is –
just a word
and we’re struggling now
holding tweezers
over dirt.
It’s just a
word,
It’s just a word.
It’s just a stupid
word.
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February 7, 2007 – A poem about Art Edit This
Nailed it.
Here come
the Hammermen
a-bang a-bang a-boom
with metal wails
and steamsmoke clan
here they come
working thru midnite again
pulsing sons
in echo halls –
all alleycat wails
sensing shadows
beckoning quiet hope
with shouts
of Mannish boys.
Now hear them call
Oh publicans of England!
Hear now these
Hammermen;
a-bang a-bang
a-boom.
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February 5, 2007 – A poem about Words Edit This
When you read me.
I am full
swagger swelling
bloated even
and I am vain
and I am pumped
balloon edged modesty
moon-faced travesty
spoon ace
mastery
just think
the fullest thing
a womb maybe
dam water lees
log jammed
chirring
wheeze
think
a dust world bus
stretched
like a saddlebag
with squabbling kin
set to bust
the sunset loading
dusk
and now,
the highways
midnight bound
I am full.
It’s pictures
in your mind
I seek
so think,
when you read
me.
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February 1, 2007 – A poem about Words, Humanity Edit This
Not Political
Words
are warriors
let them ride
over mountain’s teeth
let them climb
let them leap
like ghosts over the dunes
over sands and traditions
raised against ignorants
peeling skin of sycophants
mouth breathing falsehoods
with dead machines
only numbers describe
but never heal.
Words are warriors
let them run
between fallen honours
let them charge
let them roar
loud amidst the halfwits
with their door sniggering
doomed meat stares
never seeing stars.
Let them loose
among the dumb and damned
let them out
let them free –
speak to the idiots
line dancing in blood.
Shred ropes of shock and awe
before ask and lust for more.
Dead must be hypocrasy
and words must fight.
Now stop the war.
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January 22, 2007 – A poem about Words Edit This
This is how it feels.
It feels like
you are nudging me,
pushing subtly
on a hotpan pepper
not quite cooked
and always,
I am terracotta red
swirling into
white.
It feels like,
you are touching me,
cells whirling –
twisting vapors again
like old-hooked pike
and always,
I am led
though kissing nil
but night.
It feels like,
you are tempting me,
feintly waiting
like un-lined paper
parchment smooth
but always,
I am ink and splatter
squirming into
spite.
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January 17, 2007 – A poem about Art Edit This
Gargoyles.
He used to be an artist,
wanted to make gargoyles –
fashion them in modern ways.
Follow a plastic arts take
on the stone carver’s tradition.
He sought new monsters of narrative
like the snarling beasts of his time;
Ditko grins, sci-fi and circus freaks,
with Picasso’s garish push and pull.
He wanted positive repulsion
He reasoned we should all update
our ancients and their fears,
into a new, more relevant folksonomy.
His tutors questioned the concept,
didn’t get this new idea of his,
wanted to know why he was
being so post-modern.
He carried on.
Chalk walls became Photostats,
papers became scribbled and screwed,
iconography became stolen.
He built a temple to the strange
watched his reputation as an odd one grow.
Did not deny the darkness of his intent,
posessed, but ready.
His barbarians were simply made;
Two pinched-clay spitjoined bowls,
with brows and crooked nose bones,
puffy cheeks, lips and pointed chins
and ears, and crinkled skin.
Oh, and eyes like nemesis owls,
tenderly manipulated.
(just an afterthought).
You are no doubt aware.
“Clay is a fine-grained aggregate
of hydrous silicate particlesâ€.
Difficult to train for most.
But this day, him and clay talked.
A conversation about creation and death,
about tenderness and fire,
about matching energies.
Him and clay reached an understanding.
He, had spoken of humanity’s climb
from the void, and the clay told how
to return to the underworld.
With stroke and roll and squeeze then,
the rebel earth accepted him
and something new, something
never real, never before.
What pleasure that day,
his strange day of ogres.
Who was the demon? Himself?
Or every dastard
now under his command?
Spitefully lain on an old wooden tray,
calling shock unto their saggy eyes
screeching woes to the worried.
So quickly he painted them –
coloured slips the tone and hue
like comic book inkings.
Colours shouldn’t show
until kiln-fired.
But he saw – he saw! he knew!
And he was ecstatic.
Oh how marvelous this had been –
just, perfect – like dreams made real
and grinning back at him.
It seemed, his mastery was complete,
but … something still read wrong.
The threads of this success,
torn by these ugly children of his,
but not monstrous anymore.
He liked them and it showed.
Too clever, too nice,
too crafted.
So he made a decision.
“Kill your babies†a writer said.
Well his, were fifteen dead puppies
raining down and squishing onto tarmac
That’s how they looked
when he threw them in the air –
and he watched them collapse
like giant lumps of splattering puke.
And he heard them too
wailing, wheezing – whistling out
through splits and fearful holes.
Gnarled and twisted, wrecked,
distorted, ruined.
But then he saw the beautiful. Yes!
Not his beauty, but a bludgeoned beauty,
grotesque beauty – rare and barely recognisable beauty.
Scary beauty, breath stealing beauty.
Gargoyle beauty, incredible –
utterly mesmerizing,
helpless beauty.
He could have been an artist.
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January 12, 2007 – A poem about Lust Edit This
May I borrow this?
Maybe
I’m mistaken
but I imagine kisses
like butterfly punches
and temples shaped
for alter songs.
This sigh you offer –
discreet and glancing.
A shape you’ve burned,
an arc to be admired.
Maybe, just maybe
I am the one
who does not
steal.
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January 8, 2007 – A poem about Cosmicity, Nature, Lyrics Edit This
You and I are rain
Seeds
need rain
like you and I
disolving soil and
seeping down to earth
once and through again
we go like icey broth
when winter chimes
in want of some reprise
we wake, and nourish all
feel each kernel, every husk
writhe and double
push the clay and loam
grasp the psalm of storms
and later, balm of stars
at dusk.
We are rain soaked
you and I
and into the footings we fall
ringing with brittle song
that calms and tells of time
renewed, like seeds
and rain
like you,
and I.
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January 1, 2007 – A poem about Age Edit This
Another Year
Happy new year!
Said the new
But what of the old
Thought I.
Isn’t it great?
We’re never late
And so felt the few
But nought
felt I.
Thoughts? (0)
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December 21, 2006 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Gelderland
Oh Gelderland,
In night I wait for you,
Long before the slay
Of slate-smudged days.
Are you real or just a dream?
Oh Gelderland,
Lying down with evening’s hearth
Watching flame and twisting heart,
Hearing coals cracked wide
Against my art.
Tell me again
The things I know –
Before my closing eyes forget,
Before my loping last regrets,
Oh Gelderland.
Let your old winds blow,
Like soul of souls on wintered air
Sent from you, oh Gelderland –
Come soon your mystery,
Come soon.
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December 11, 2006 – A poem about Family Edit This
I killed Santa
I killed Santa
and then I broke
your heart.
I couldn’t lie.
I thought you knew.
This was the day
he died.
I told you,
he was a dream
to gently wake –
I whispered this
was part
of growing
up.
Yet still
the tears rolled
and you sobbed
and you cried again,
not foolish at all –
forever like,
a child.
Thoughts? (0)
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December 8, 2006 – A poem about Memories Edit This
Rodeo Heart
Wisened smirks in tan and spur
on drifting plains where gauchos ride
with measured words of old-world burr
in parchment air the cow-punch calls
to stars and satellites .
Weather shirks and tin men blur,
on nowhere trains in race to find
the long gone herd of ways that were,
descent no more than new-born’s fall
on drifting plains the gauchos ride.
Please, don’t switch your T.V on
tonight.
Thoughts? (0)
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December 1, 2006 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Untouchable.
I’ve seen her too.
Shiny, glassy even.
Midnight holding silver
Whistle to her lips
And the air abounds
With auspices of birds
Glowing like atom’s breath –
Imagined but alive.
Thoughts? (0)
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November 24, 2006 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Must not feel.
You don’t
want to feel
like a flea
on the tail
of a dog.
You don’t,
but that’s
how it
is.
You know not
what to feel –
fight or flee,
watch or fall –
through graspless fog
of you know not.
This is just
how it
is.
You mustn’t fear
now tumbling you –
now scared, of all
the shocks.
You mustn’t feel
this way you feel.
This is the way –
it is.
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– A poem about Family Edit This
Our Wanderer Returns.
Back from your adventure.
There you are. Stretching on the sofa.
Did the rain bother you?
We wondered if you’d sheltered –
you’d never seen such weather.
And we worried and we hoped,
and we tried not to wonder.
Had you ventured very far?
“I’m hearing wails”
(said our neighbour)
“… can you hear them too?”
Oh, how we ran to put on shoes,
hoping it would be
you.
Thoughts? (0)
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November 13, 2006 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Escape
Don’t stitch the sail
if stitching torn-past shreds.
Thus spoke blunt patched cloth,
all to worrymen and woe.
No stitch the sail!
Wish now for wonder wind!
This spoke parchment wings
curled and needing quiet thread.
Don’t speak, don’t speak at all
is what the needle
said.
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November 6, 2006 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
How are you?
I’m
imagining
you again
November
bound and
cursing
fog.
Fumbling –
two hundred and six
slacking bones
lazy TV eyed
& morning blurred.
Sleepwalking
onto winter.
Am I right?
It’s cold,
you know.
Thoughts? (0)
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October 20, 2006 – A poem about Humanity Edit This
Make it Stop
Doubt
rains down
like hunger creed
false smiling me.
White noise
tired eyes –
mumble handed
wails
all minded in ignorance.
Dread and burning sand.
Last breed’s last cry,
second best last try.
Don’t let it last.
Make it,
Stop.
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October 11, 2006 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Skin Deeper
Shiny apples tease
With scent of promises
With Summer dusted skin
With polished tone
They sing to me
Perfect veined in selfish sun
and nourished by the want
Of one.
Shiny apples call
Intent on Autumn fall
Intent on dusky hands
Intent on cherished clasp
They come to me –
So rarely caught in hold
and needful grasp.
Shiny apples spoil –
How fate turns them all
How soon they heed
How truth can be
They lie to me
To catch my eye
To hold my mind
No time
to wonder
why.
Thoughts? (0)
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October 7, 2006 – A poem about Nature, Belief Edit This
The Strength is Mine
By ushered dawn
I’ll whisper long,
By winds since gone
I’ll sigh.
By fountains bold
I’ll summon hold,
By ancient song
I’ll try.
By stars above
I’ll call on love,
By mountains tall
I’ll cry;
By limbs of oak,
By none things spoke,
By thread of Nature’s cloak,
I now invoke.
Much more,
Than I.
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October 2, 2006 – A poem about Journeys Edit This
The Little Fish
Once,
I had a thought.
It was small
It was vulnerable
And it was very brave.
Like a tiny fish
Without a shoal
Lost and circling,
And puffing-up
Two times –
maybe four.
Couraged gainst
The sharpened teeth
By some pretence
This little fish,
This little thought
Swam on.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Cosmicity, Friendship Edit This
I Keep Forgetting
To be calmer
To try to understand
To dwell and
Know other minds.
To remember all things
No matter how small
To catch the shapes
In blurring wheels
I cannot see.
To try to be
Wise,
Is want to be –
Part of else
Apart from
Me.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 29, 2006 – A poem about Fear Edit This
And as the rain came down
I sat
and felt
the changes
come
the ages
rinsing
over
me
I sat
and saw
exchange
of sun
for rages
rushing
up to
see
I sat
and cried
and rain came down
how strange
for one
with pages
still to
see.
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September 26, 2006 – A poem about Words Edit This
Endless
And on we go
To end of shows
Where no applause
Cuts pause
In words
Like nervous birds
Now resting here.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 21, 2006 – A poem about Age Edit This
Rising
Bring ash of dawn
Where honour has no moon
As Lunar marks my heart
Of rising dust and crack’d lawns.
All sing in cached yawns
All shake the greying swans
On hiving rust and stack’d pawns,
I stare on days gone far
Too soon.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 14, 2006 – A poem about Art Edit This
Brick by Stone
It’s always been
about the music
that’s what built
the towers.
And when the music
starts the walls
will shake.
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February 26, 2006 – A poem about Saying hello Edit This
Saying Hello
I am stonepoem, once known for writing internet poetry at stumbleupon. 365 poems written between 2004 and 2005, and then, no more*. This started as an experiment about documenting an existance in poetry and sharing verse with other poetry blogs and writers who had become online friends – but it has became so much more.
I hope you enjoy what I have written for you.
stone.
* that’s a lie now, because I’ve started writing again…
S T A R T H E R E > > >
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November 6, 2005 – A poem about Words Edit This
R I P
Have you heard?
The poet is dead.
Silenced in descent
Of crouching night.
Forgotten now
By mortal winds
And things that speak
To breathless souls
Or hearts entwined,
Out amongst
The nebulae.
But don’t be sad
For errant voice,
No longer felt
And whisper stilled.
Thoughts, are such
Temporary things.
When you hear
This poet is dead –
Carve some words,
In stone.
Thoughts? (0)
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October 27, 2005 – A poem about Words Edit This
The Words Don’t Work.
Words
are a waste of time –
they’ve certainly occupied
too much of mine.
Shouting like pushy folk in line
from A to Z, demanding attention
in fray with clatterered heels
and sullied cries,
bold suggestions –
like Jazz sax strayed
too far from melody.
But it’s not I don’t enjoy
their crowded company.
No, far from it, I do –
I truly do and always will.
Where would I be
without our dialogue?
And beauty, and wonder
and other joys?
It’s just … I begrudge
the mechanics of these things –
these *words*.
They just can’t resist
trying to sneak their influence
beyond what I really want to say.
Words come with baggage you see.
What I think, what I write,
and what I speak –
it all gets ransomed by
dragging needs to express
and be understood,
to offer degrees of meaning.
In reality though,
not, the real me.
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– A poem about Love Edit This
Geology.
It was
always you.
Blue quartz seamed,
and running through
this solid stone of I.
And so behest was knock’d fate
with moon-tugged nights
and stullied appetite for winds
that never blew.
Time-tumbled,
on the greystone shore,
laid down the sighing churn –
locked me in with eon’s hold
of elemental bores.
And so I yearned,
and so I yielded.
And so I found.
And then I knew.
It was always,
you.
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October 19, 2005 – A poem about Family Edit This
Father.
Every day I kick myself.
Is this laughter really mine?
Loud like bad played notes
on a cheap plastic horn.
But I am so proud.
And the stories they tell,
and the pictures they show –
ah, such wonder!
How did this occur?
There is no weariness now.
Suddenly I am, Superman –
jumping and giggling into life,
clamouring too with love.
Thoughts? (0)
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October 17, 2005 – A poem about Journeys, Lyrics Edit This
Those Who Wait .
Stilled am I in lull of night
No ocean’s move save salted spite
And where go I in loose-rigged winds?
No bounding heave, no push and cleave,
No rising line or white-mane minds.
All quietened like the muted damned,
Horizon-fixed with tar glued stares
Through eyes that blaspheme stars,
And with curses for a speechless sea
And the stolen shore yet far way.
I lie silent, waiting and becalmed.
Just these thoughts for company.
Oh take me home to those,
that wait for me.
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October 11, 2005 – A poem about Love, Family Edit This
Succour Punch.
When
you were born
I didn’t cry.
I was struck dumb –
could not describe
the feelings felt
for you.
Immediate,
like electricity
running through
my restless back
and flooding in
my empty head,
my vacuum heart.
Something,
switching on
deep inside
and bewitching
with delight,
and sparks
of life –
lightening
my soul.
But not,
like raptured
passion’s flame
or glowing ember’s
warm embrace,
nor kinship
of years
or kindly smiles
from journeys
shared.
No,
this feeling …
It was Instant.
It was Persistent.
It was Beautiful.
And I’ll never forget,
and I cannot escape,
and still cannot describe
beyond mere love
and loving
you.
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October 10, 2005 – A poem about Friendship, Family Edit This
Wishes.
May whatever you do, be better than what you’ve done,
Reclaimed from hard-drudged hours, like distilled time.
Where dreams are hoist with steadfast will and laughter peels
Against the hollow cry of pitied fate that follows all but you.
May you dare to run with winds, then leap the shadowed ground
To whisper calls at stirring night, not feared of worried days.
And you, who triumphs in the light will be joyous in the dew
Beguiled and surprised to tell of truths, to likes of you and I.
May you always stay temperate in the sluice of unkind rains,
Bite parched tongues that rise to taste the bracken pall,
Find blue opals in the darkest well of circumstance,
And stretching, go beyond our normal mortal reach.
And long may you embrace all things that you will learn
And speak of such to those you know, and don’t.
May your breath be strong and full, and your songs be sung
And leave a smile in mind for those you aim to teach.
Oh may you hear amongst the shouts, the murmuring of souls –
Seek wonders found in chance and call of happenstance,
And understand the understandings you shall heed
And then, may you recall these wishes left by me.
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October 6, 2005 – A poem about Family Edit This
Thankyou.
You had a glow about you
amongst the harvest souls.
Pin sharpened in the blur,
like a gilded lion you spoke to me.
Smiling, serene and standing proud –
the one to notice in the crowd.
No need to seek you out –
you had a glow about you.
And I heard (but did not hear)
and I saw (but did not see)
and then I knew.
You, are
mine.
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October 4, 2005 – A poem about Family Edit This
Mother.
We are your aches and pain –
indenture you must bear.
On kind shoulders
column strong – with prideful grace
for hold of acrobats.
Not dare we tell of minds,
in awe of patient kind
that is your way.
Forgetting belligerence,
regretting not the binds –
you guardian sleep the world,
raising sun and moon as we desire,
tucking in the day.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Words Edit This
Water.
Oh I have drunk enough,
and swallowed, and gulped
then spat through grins.
And I have splashed my eyes
with humble sodden cloth,
felt shivers start within.
And I have dived to swim,
against the current’s sway
with limbs that struggle on
but know not what they crave –
this most divine commodity,
this precious thing,
it links our souls
and I shall waste
no more.
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September 30, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity, Belief Edit This
It.
What
is this thing –
this commune of souls
we now join?
Like calm weirpool’s rest
after spin of current
washing names
from stones.
You have entered me
and I have entered you
and we are one –
beneath the wind,
beneath the river kiss,
beneath even clefted earth.
And still we ask.
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September 29, 2005 – A poem about Age Edit This
Fading.
Watch now before you blink
Don’t miss the twinkling shards,
The spin against the water’s cloak
No number counts these thoughts you think.
Catch now the roaring chains of light
Afore this smudden dull of winter night
Before our afterwards of summertide
Such ancient thrills that now evoke,
Must fade like silvered ink –
Return the borrowed hours
Masking season’s interlink.
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September 27, 2005 – A poem about Senses Edit This
Heroes Wind.
All hear the Bellowhead
Sucking us in – like fireflies
Circling end of summer sigh
From young bucks leap
O’er old man’s grimace grey.
Like madrigal birds at dusk –
On accordion breath that heaves,
With fiddling sentry’s hotfoot dance
To circus lights and roguery.
Let it blow like Bucovina brass
And let us show our red flamed hair,
Then know this copper breeze
That hails a bellowed call
Of grand traditions,
In the air.
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September 26, 2005 – A poem about Age Edit This
Now I Regret.
The beds not made,
and dusty sills,
the washing-up and
headache pills.
The harshest thoughts
for smallest ills –
like huff and puff
on aching hills.
The words not said,
of things undone
from plans not won,
to songs unsung.
The wasted time
like chastened sand
clutching grains
that fall through hands,
The journeys home
with too-few smiles
the bags I carried
over counting miles.
And all of the above,
is not enough.
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September 24, 2005 – A poem about Love Edit This
Sticky.
‘You are beautiful’ he wrote.
Scribbled on a thousand notes.
Trailing morning route –
stuck on posts
and windows too.
‘You are beautiful’ she read,
and saw this thing he said.
Running to her head –
like crushskin bread
and tiny clues.
‘How beautiful’ she thought.
A lover’s kind report?
Or was this last resort?
Either way,
Quite obviously NOT
her sort.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 22, 2005 – A poem about Flesh & Bone Edit This
Naked.
I am not nude
nor posed
nor pre-supposed
I am not rude
nor exposed
nor juxtaposed
and I’m not crude
or self-imposed.
This matter’s
closed.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 20, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity, Friendship Edit This
Full Moon Day.
Such is passion you invoke
Much are feelings you provoke
Touched I am by tender stroke
Like hushing flame and twisting smoke
Lush sense knows you have awoke
Like midnight flush on new moon oak
I rush to hear the words you spoke
For such is passion you invoke.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 19, 2005 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Cut it.
Shut up, cut the cord
From you to a future come
Stretched but sanguine too.
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– A poem about Words Edit This
Interpret This.
All of you bloody poets
Who do you think you are?
How dare you feign to speak
For puzzled souls like me.
And just because you aim to voice
What I only sense inside
It doesn’t make you right,
It doesn’t mean you’re qualified.
You say the things the way you do,
To make me try and work things out.
Stop questioning the way I feel –
Start writing about you,
And who the hell,
You poets think
You are.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Humanity Edit This
The Pool.
All human life is here,
And the water doesn’t mind.
Young wavemakers in laughter,
Mothers below the wash,
Fathers sucking stomachs in.
And the water doesn’t mind.
It doesn’t mind the chemicals
The toddler piss, the heated hiss
It doesn’t heed the constant churn
Of carefree souls that never learn.
All human life is passing through
Equal skin in belly of pool.
Dabbling playful shallow,
Daring deepest end,
Darkest unknown floor.
And still the water
Does not mind.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 15, 2005 – A poem about Technology Edit This
Reply Required.
Dear computer, I am infatuated with you. And you tease me so. I think about you often – about what makes you tick, about the places we could go and the things we could … do. I just don’t know. What do you want from me? Do you enjoy the hold you have over simple folk like us? I say us, because I am sure you know many other guys and also curious girls chasing promises, seeking answers, reaching out – smitten, as we are. And just where, are *we* headed? An answer – please. But not cold and unfeeling, not functionally truthful (like only you can be). Show me there is more to this than vain hope floundering in the wires, or dead petals greying in the datastream. And again, please. Tell me. What do you really think of me?
Thoughts? (0)
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September 13, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity, Nature Edit This
Change’s wind.
Gather in the sun
Make the most
Before it’s done
Watch ripples
One last time
See the flowerings
Nature’s won
Meditate on how
Summer’s changed
The evening show
And even birdsong
Before season’s reel
And greying days
We all will know
Farewell now
To kind and warm
Before the storm
Before the spike
Of needle wind
And open souls
transformed.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 12, 2005 – A poem about Fear Edit This
Old Friend Doubt.
I made a mistake.
This isn’t my life after all.
They said; ‘life’s what you make it’
but that’s just not true.
I would never admit defeat,
but must own up to some conceit –
I thought the world was there to take,
thought the earth was mine
beneath my feet.
But now come whisperings,
thoughts I should probably heed –
responsibilities and tripping points
like nine tenth icebergs,
cold and waiting underneath for me.
Yes, I’ll now admit to my mistake –
at least that’s one choice
I alone can make.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 10, 2005 – A poem about Words Edit This
Try.
In all I’ve said
I’ve tried to say
In all I’ve told
I’ve tried to tell
In all, I’ve tried.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Technology Edit This
Automated.
Press ‘1′ for feeling
Press ‘2′ for imagination
Press ‘3′ for respect
Press ‘#’ to start again.
Insert this, in that
then key it in.
Forget ink and pen
but remember your PIN
And check everything
you’ve entered…
I must be stupid
(or something)?
The system says
I’m overdue –
cannot continue,
but I know different.
Send me down the chute,
where fall self-serve damned
with fingers trapped and bruised,
digit-split, but humanity intact.
And someone tell those automated folks;
‘Guess what, we are people too’
before all the royal operatives,
become otherwise engaged.
Go on – supposedly they
really value our calls.
I could do it myself
but today, I’m indisposed.
So please, feel free
to leave a message
after the tone.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 6, 2005 – A poem about Age Edit This
Jump.
My heart was a sea-cracked harbour wall
Where once young legends lept and fell
In macho dare and banished care
In acrobatic grace and boastful tell
That knew not well of rocky layer
Below the lowest touch of tide
Below the coldest shock of blue
Still hearing shouts of youth
Amidst the seagull cries
That circle old men’s eyes
I watch for catch of sea
And sigh.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 5, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity, Lyrics Edit This
Centrifuge.
One day the world will stop
But you shall leap the circle’s stall
Though still, the glassy pebbles fly
And angry boulders run down hills
Onto shoulders push against the pull
With wavering urge of spinning tops
And spiralling seeds in final fall
Like Catherine Wheels that call.
And when rounding winds desire
They’ll cease their turn within
For such is fate that never tires.
One day the world will stop
But you, will carry on.
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September 4, 2005 – A poem about Journeys Edit This
Passive Apology.
Oh, sorry.
Didn’t mean to offend.
I was just … resting here awhile
Thinking on things, journeying inside.
The rules involved weren’t clear to me,
I did not think you’d mind so much.
Me, just sitting and watching
This world and others passing by,
Not knowing you demand a show.
Tell you what, give me a few more days.
Just need to collect my thoughts
Before moving on.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Memories Edit This
Grass.
What a perfect lawn.
Bottle green nourished and sparkling
In the dawn like a King’s blanket,
Carefully thrown across the ground below.
It was here, she thought of him.
Here, where she let children loop their hearts,
Watched ambling lovers rest and sip red wine
Where nervous souls unwound the day
And owls embraced their quiet time.
This barefoot salve for tired steps
A million tiny hands that stroked,
That told of newness in the day
But always reminding her of him.
And she, amidst this memory,
so proud of tender green.
He’d just laid down.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 1, 2005 – A poem about Fear, Humanity, Flesh & Bone Edit This
Numb Again.
What they had is gone,
And all I feel is blankness.
Numbed like some medicated fool
Avoiding their wretched reality.
It’s not indifference or avoidance though –
I suspect it to be more a kind of odd guilt,
Like a fog that pities the landscape
But nonetheless must smother the light below.
Something IS there, but must not be seen,
Something is aware, but nust not be known.
All they had is gone and I’m numb again.
With hollowness, with vague intent
Writing to you under
Postcard-dry skies.
What else can
I do?
Thoughts? (0)
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August 31, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Not for Sale.
Look to samphire skies
Where nature’s stations form
Where playful dusk twists sun
And stars begin to turn.
Gaze on, gaze on
Where nations share the show
Where children learn to muse
With horizon twine and flow.
Drink-in the twilight breach
Where souls run to rivered night
Feel winds that rest and contemplate
Then breathe what we all know.
No-one owns the sky.
Thoughts? (0)
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August 19, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Question.
Who
are we
to pre-suppose
to know that we are those
that shine with special glow.
We are merely they,
that follow normal ways
asking questions as we go
of whom and what we want to be.
And what is this we wonder now?
Who the hell,
are we.
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August 18, 2005 – A poem about Lust Edit This
Animals.
Let’s get drunk
and **** like monkeys!
Let’s roll around awhile
and wail like midnight dogs
intoxicated by our own smell.
Let’s be the untied beasts
of strange instinct within –
boundless and carnal,
without culture or regard
for nothing less than our release.
And after, we can lie together
and sniggle like embarrassed mice,
laughing at how very silly
all the other animals
have been.
Thoughts? (0)
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August 17, 2005 – A poem about Art Edit This
Abstraction.
I have been thinking
about abstraction.
About huge brushed pools,
with meaning smudged –
blurs of pure sensation
beyond the frame.
There is a divine push
and colour pull defined
even in the ripple strokes,
like feather blown breaths
one step on from canvas pins,
from paint, from turpentine.
In this picture all expands and flows
away from mortal confine with confidence it goes,
with unhindered power that shakes the edge of things,
with desire to distillate our own living.
And there, composing the scene,
with big-sky eyes of refracted gaze,
a creator clearly shows how life can bend,
be skewed without context and earthly things,
or logic’s curse to manifest or represent.
And the more I see, the more I look,
the more I look, the more I know.
But still, I fail to fully understand.
Why do artists chase blue shadows
for mysterious intent?
Thoughts? (0)
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August 15, 2005 – A poem about Business Edit This
A Week Without Socks.
There I was.
Beyond sand-burned restless toes
Now stilled beneath my deskbound woes.
No mails to write no calls to make
No complex thoughts to navigate.
Barefoot and tributary washed
I was wind-cooled freedom stepped
Jumping waves and chasing roll of tide
As far as eyes could call.
And I must – I must remember
The melting sundae blend of sky
To heat haze shores and on.
I felt warmth of gritted soles and feet
Laid down and spilled on red-hot rocks
That led toward the edge of sands
Where men like I must run to find
The blessed kiss that ocean always tells
To souls now wearing polished shoes
And stifled reign of socks.
Thoughts? (0)
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August 4, 2005 – A poem about Fear Edit This
Lighthouse Keys.
Who stole
the lighthouse keys?
No beacon can I see.
No roaming beam
circling by degrees,
reaching out across the sea,
Oh keep these rocks away from me.
Who stole the lighthouse keys?
Who snubbed candle’s reach?
No seam of light to hold the night,
no mark and guide cross awkward skies,
and now, the screeching gulls of eventide.
No more I see – just mystery
controlled by those who stole
the lighthouse keys.
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August 2, 2005 – A poem about Art Edit This
Bad Gig.
I can’t hear the guitar
and the cymbals sound shrill.
The bass is just a mumble
and it saps my goodwill.
All the vocals sound bizarre
and nothing fits the bill,
and it makes me want to grumble
about these musical ills.
Never wanted to be a big star,
just jump above the mill
but all I do is stumble –
watch my pride go downhill.
But the next gig will be better
and I will recognise my own skill
and these vain doubts will crumble,
when again I feel the thrill.
Thoughts? (0)
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August 1, 2005 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Damn the Butterflies.
What makes them so special?
They can fly, yes.
They can flash like jewels in summer, yes.
So what, that they flit with beauty’s charm.
We can do all these things too.
We can, you know (but perhaps you do not).
And anyway, who is to say that when we die
we don’t all come back as butterflies?
And such thoughts should not be left
just to the melancholy of you and I.
Ah yes, you and I …
at each end of the line – pulling against
our doubts and fear like brutes in tug of war –
not knowing without wings we can fly.
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July 29, 2005 – A poem about Friendship, Situations Edit This
Acrimony.
You
lit the fuse inside
and were the muse beside
quelling bruise and cry of tide
never refusing or denied.
Oh how you skewed my pride
and continued to deny –
no use for us to try
or choose as we
not I.
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– A poem about Flesh & Bone Edit This
Guilty Sleeper.
There are some who cannot sleep
but I am not one of those.
Maybe it is sunflares, or wireless waves –
or just careless late night revelries
that cause my eyes not want to see,
and crave the shut and hide
from light and ordinary days.
Oh how sweet a fix of sleep might be
for me here counting blinks of hours,
from daylight bounds to cushioned doze.
Maybe I’m just getting older?
Or staring at the screen too long?
Perhaps a candle burned all sides?
And as I cup my forehead in cold palm hands,
and drift awhile before whip-snapped back,
I’m too tired to feel guilt or fully realise
my luck – that I’m not one of those,
who cannot sleep.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 27, 2005 – A poem about Words Edit This
Inky Fingers.
He left
before the ink
had dried.
Just stood up,
pushed the chair
then walked away.
But not in temper or frustration –
more like quiet, pensive air
such as that found at the end of exams
or when signing mortal documents.
This was determined consideration,
as evidenced by the pen lined up –
gracefully placed with elegant hand
in symmetry with closed covers
and memories scrawled,
like old ledger marks recalled.
But there was deathly deliberation
when he capped the lid and bit his tongue
to stop the thoughts that leaked
on paper trails and trials,
that lead to you and me.
It was not good for him you see;
this opening of secret boxes,
this butterfly chase without a net.
This nakedness of soul before an ocean –
it hurt just a bit too much.
And so he sighed and left
before the ink
could dry.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 26, 2005 – A poem about Age Edit This
And We are Lost.
Like
needles spun
from north to south
talking circled hope
and pushing on
like rivers run
from fount to mouth
discarded ropes
below the sun.
And all things done
when we were young
on scattered slopes
now end before
they have
begun.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 25, 2005 – A poem about Words Edit This
To The Poet Getting Darker.
Hoist your sight above the lashes
weighing like cross-roped crates,
their cargo pressing down
upon your eyes.
Why – when there is much more
to see, to experience, and to learn
must you focus on the hatches
and not the sky?
Why?
Thoughts? (0)
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July 22, 2005 – A poem about Love, Age Edit This
Sway of Older Love.
It started,
with a cursor kiss
and keyboard strokes
before they clicked.
Then whispered nights
became the safety net
that fixed the breath
of teasing swoon
and furtive sighs.
But these,
weren’t young fools
or sweat-soaked youth.
No, these souls
had learned the dance before –
a thousand times in fact
it should be known.
And every step
was shared.
So they danced.
They really danced.
Not just in notion, nor theory –
but like fiery molecules,
rolling in energetic flux
like downhill streams
rushing to sea,
in synchronicity.
Treading dreams
of flowered sway and
waltzes in the shadows
behind St. Wenseslav’s horse
they whirled and flitted –
not wondering where hours
roam or care to go.
And that was that.
And they both knew –
the moment when
the dancefloor
moved.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 20, 2005 – A poem about Technology Edit This
Wired.
Here, we are ghosts in the armature
rattling cage and tugging tight the lines.
Like puppets hung in trapeze swing,
with harness pull from wind and spool.
And we are neon birds on tangled toes
with careful steps over charged cathode.
We move from A to B, then on to Z
with plug and play perfundity.
Let’s pull away the wires,
try to find the real
you and me.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 19, 2005 – A poem about Love, Friendship, Lyrics Edit This
For Two.
This one’s for the two of you
as you rise like stars above,
like prayered hands that clasp
the twin souled magnet night.
This one’s for the two of you,
in kissing wind and shared air,
like gulping silver fish that rush
to capture all, to be the ones.
This one’s for the two of you
who think these thoughts you share
and gaze in pools of eyes and soul,
so fall in love (again) with wonder found.
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July 18, 2005 – A poem about Age, Lyrics Edit This
How Will You Know?
When all your words are voiced outloud,
And every leaf is sketched and proud,
With every nod amongst the crowd
As shuffled air inside a cloud.
When you count totals of the days,
And mark the notches in your ways,
With charted limits to your gaze
As mitred pace in things you say.
When all goes back into the box,
And wheels spin hard against the blocks,
With silence before aftershock,
As melting ice amongst the rocks.
How will you know?
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July 17, 2005 – A poem about Art Edit This
Through a Lense.
I saw the dancer smile.
She couldn’t hide her happiness
for all of us who sat in front
in theatre aisles.
It was clear sat ten rows back –
seeing this clarity of moment.
It was all magnified and close –
spotlight precise in focus;
Sometimes, when we look for joy
we need help to see
more clearly.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 13, 2005 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Brown Paper Bag.
Even a champion will sometimes feel
Situations conspiring to defeat ambition.
Constrained by wrapped circumstance –
His hopes in wrinkled hold – in darkened folds
Looking for a gap in the blindfold,
In dimming light then. in thinning air
He’s caught, and scrunched and dirty bunched,
Against the ropes across the mire.
And tumbling with brave bruises
And sweaty fists that fail to find
The things he used to yearn
And this he needs to learn –
Even champions must tire.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 12, 2005 – A poem about Family Edit This
Five Years and Counting.
Bananas
and onions
that’s all
he wants to eat.
Oh! This little boy
will be the death of me.
He rides his bike
without his helmet on,
and wails when I defy his will –
makes me feel that I am wrong,
when his trousers
are too loose and itch
his thrashing legs
that kick me in the jaw.
‘Lighten up’ I think when he
tightens up his noose on me,
this bedtime story heckler,
this seasoned pre-school shirk
up against a punch drunk fool
waiting to hear the bell.
And one of us will go to hell
but I’m sure it won’t be him.
It’s when he smiles you see –
he’s an angel, who hides
his wings.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 11, 2005 – A poem about Memories Edit This
Stepping Stone.
There’s a stone in my shoe
under gavel of tread and stride.
A remembrance that coincides
with stomach-knot reminders
and memento sighs returning
with every step away from days
before today.
Then, we walked barefoot,
it seemed a thousand miles.
Over hot rocks like peppercorn steaks,
Over warm, soft dunes like sifted nutmeg,
Over rutted shale towards seaweed dance.
And there, with grazed ankles, toes and heel,
that was when you taught me how to feel –
to let the soothful waves just brush away
all unkind gravel, stone and sand.
And now, there’s a stone in my shoe.
And it annoys and bothers me so,
I wonder what I should do –
that’s why, I think of you.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 7, 2005 – A poem about Fear Edit This
Dark.
I will keep this thought
to myself tonight.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Puzzles Edit This
The First Fibonacci Poem
F i b o n a c c i .
F i b o n a c c i .
F i b o n a c c i .
F i b o n a c c i .
F i b o n a c c i .
F i b o n a c c i .
F i b o n a c c i .
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July 6, 2005 – A poem about Words, Cosmicity Edit This
Nuance.
Nuance.
Now there’s a good word.
A sense, a feeling
of sophisticated subtlety.
Like something you can’t see
or touch, or taste
beyond mundane reality.
Something you can’t quite place
or an underlying philosophy –
perhaps what you might call
intrinsic personality.
Not quite sure and not quite there
like quiet tones in painted air.
But definitely everywhere.
The signals of distinction
I often miss in the meaning,
in the mystery of all
you mean to me.
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July 5, 2005 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
If I Were.
If I were a woman
would you like me more?
I wouldn’t mind –
In fact, it might
be rather nice.
If I were a woman
how would you speak to me?
Would I understand
the secret code
that only women know?
If I were a woman,
would I change my ways?
Would my world turnaround?
Would I learn of grace
or struggled ways?
And if I were a woman,
what of sexuality?
Inevitable. You knew I’d ask,
but intriguing nonetheless.
I just don’t know all this
and never will.
But I am sure
it would be fun
to try.
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– A poem about Friendship Edit This
Norwegian Jazz.
OK.
I’ll admit it.
I’ve been listening
to Norwegian Jazz.
Is that so bad?
There’s this track
by Jaga Jazzist;
“Swedenborgkske Rom”
It speaks to me
of things we’ve spoken.
Of life, of age, of hope
of loneliness and
melancholy too.
The music,
winter fused
with hopeful sun and breaths
in spill of time.
And then a cracking melt
as ice and whales call.
A sound, kind and crystalline,
childlike and wise.
Ah yes … so haunting!
Like aged ghosts,
calling back their echoes
from iceberg night.
Deep as fjords
and rivers spawned,
I listen to Norwegian Jazz,
and think of you.
I wonder if
you’d like
it too.
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July 4, 2005 – A poem about Belief Edit This
Y o u Never See Backstage.
Who holds the ropes
That tug the pulleyed sky?
Who drapes the blinds of night
O’er blinking lamp of day?
They, with black-out eventide,
Down cross dusked light,
Bringing scene-changed actors back;
To curtain call of spotlight moon.
Much more than stagehand turnaround,
More than cued-up interlude,
More indeed than men can comprehend.
Who masterminds this sunset show?
This finely tuned performances –
Before a thousand billion heartfelt bows
I need to tell them how I feel,
Who are they? Do you know?
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July 3, 2005 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
See You.
So,
it’s goodbye again.
I’ll go back to memories
and wonderings of what you’re gonna do,
what you’re doing, and what you’ve done.
It’s odd. I always thought
we were a duration pair –
like doubled packed lightbulbs
waiting to be found in the drawer.
Maybe not and never mind.
A single lighted match
will have to do.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 1, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity, Journeys Edit This
Sleeper’s Junction.
Meet me,
at the first dream to the left
after the midnight bells.
I’ll be the one wearing a cape
made from peacock’s pride,
and a satin patch over
the wrong eye.
I mean it!
I’ll be there!
Waiting,
for someone –
someone like I’ve never met
(but have always known).
Someone carrying magic
in the heels of their shoes.
But how will I know
if it is you?
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– A poem about Age Edit This
Cold.
Wind,
that dulls.
A selfish air
that doesn’t care.
Rattling me.
Knocking bones.
Cooling heart
like ice sirens
smiling before
the freeze.
Am I so empty?
So… spacious inside,
Why let these fronds
of discontent
take fingerhold
within?
Such spiteful things
thrive in unbound air,
and clutch and ride
on doubts we leave
behind.
Was it you
that started this?
Was it you that passed
through me?
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June 29, 2005 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Proud White Trash.
Stop rooting around
and gazing at the finery.
Stop staring at the bottom
of the bin they’ve put you in.
You’re worth so much more
than those wailing sighs,
and blodshot nights,
that bruise your heart
in awkward fight.
Don’t you understand?
There is noble majesty
in the darkest maggot bowl –
burning bright and lighting
rusted scrape and tin,
and meaning so much more
than other unkind souls
will ever mean to me.
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June 28, 2005 – A poem about Love Edit This
The Lovers.
I saw them.
Kissing in the breeze,
Like bulrush reeds knocked
In fervent love’s wind.
The careful stoop of him
The rise of her, leaning, bowing, bending –
Brushing the air with abandonment.
In tender togetherness, moving
Like twisting stems,
Climbing to meet the sun
Circling each other at dawn.
Strange, I thought
To see them there, together.
To see such delightful intimacy.
And then, I realised.
These were only
memories.
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June 27, 2005 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Arrow of Truth.
Can you run faster than the truth?
Can you catch it in your hands,
And throw it back to us?
Strike the bullseye!
Split the apple!
Storm the ramparts!
We all have targets
in our hearts.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 25, 2005 – A poem about Art, Belief Edit This
Fire.
Does a flame know when it burns?
Or of its brethren’s fellow toil?
All burn bright because they must
And all of this is down to trust.
Is this faith, or faith in destiny?
No call to idols and unproved deities,
Who comprehend these things that vex
Apart from Artist’s charcoal scratch.
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– A poem about Nature Edit This
Rain.
Let us be caressed
like refreshed lovers,
underneath fingertip rain.
Let us lie below the sky
and feel the wake up calls,
falling like soft arrows –
into valleys of tired skin.
Let us smile amid the downpour.
Let us swim in rivers formed.
It is Summer and now
we should welcome rain.
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June 21, 2005 – A poem about Love Edit This
Azure.
Azure.
Only morning brings them to me
Glinting like iced stones in the half light
Tangle-tongued and smiling – I cannot describe
These subtle beacons, like backward glow-worm tails
Like blue stained chorused chimes that resonate
The very core and into me – searchlight mined
And such mornings bring them to me
The only time I ever really see
Your nearly azure
eyes.
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June 20, 2005 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
Spoke.
There’s more here
than you shall ever know,
and that’s the way
of things.
Here,
we are all but only here
in this strange
invented place.
But together
we roll, as two –
like bonded wheels
over ancient tracks.
Any more than this,
we dare not dream –
but that’s O.K.
by me.
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June 19, 2005 – A poem about Words Edit This
Punk.
Obvious really…
I
like,
punctuation.
It really helps –
to frame the words.
Like breaths and sighs,
and pauses – reigning track of thought.
But then, sometimes, it’s frustrating;
stutter and muddle – jolt and bolt.
Things come out …. fractured
and staid. But then again –
I’m getting there.
Wherever,
that,
is.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 16, 2005 – A poem about Words Edit This
Writing.
Hunched
and squinting,
at the screen.
I lean toward
your soul within.
Bunched
and hinting,
what it means.
Slim rewards
are everything.
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– A poem about Age, Friendship Edit This
Above All This.
Only when the glimmer ends
Will we pine for shinest moon
Then gone will be the argon sky
And footprints in the light.
Only when the clouds contend
Will we wrestle grey cocoon
And gaze in open barreleyes
At fortitute of atoms bright.
Only when the stars descend
Will we soar yet soul marooned
As tethered flashes leaping high
Like lost balloons in age’s flight.
Then alone, and only then,
Will we know friends.
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– A poem about Friendship Edit This
I Am Not Asleep.
Hello.
Are you there?
I said ARE YOU THERE?
Or did I just imagine you?
Maybe you are just a shadow
emboldened by my propensity
to see faces in clouds.
And as hollow wind moans,
maybe you really are just a figment –
detached and wandering the sands,
but too dispersed for me to see.
Hello? Where are you?
There’s tumbleweed twisting
over the waiting ghost of me,
and still I cannot shake
this stupid vanity.
Hello, is that you?
I just love it when
you visit me.
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June 13, 2005 – A poem about Nature Edit This
Green.
It’s the colour she wears
and I see her everywhere.
I see her in trees
and in hillside shows,
I see her on grassy mounds
on bankside river flow.
She throws a shawl upon the land
and plays her verdant hand.
It’s the colour she wears
and I see her everywhere.
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June 12, 2005 – A poem about Family Edit This
Realisation.
When you become a father
The world turns differently
And wheels that used to spin
Now roll with soul within.
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June 10, 2005 – A poem about Words Edit This
A Poet’s Prayer.
God, save us from the dullards
And the pedants and the mean
Give us strength to rise above
The cloying webs they weave.
Send cutting winds that blow
The ties of their mundanity
Let them follow wiser ways!
Reminding all of our humanity!
Lord, steer us from awkwardness
Away from oafish push and shove
Take doubters and the unkind sane
Move them like the wings of Jove.
Give us joy in our creativity
So then we may again believe
In you, above and willing on –
And caring for our frailty.
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June 9, 2005 – A poem about Words Edit This
Ordinary.
I wanted to write
but now I’m not sure.
Do I feel sweeping and
glorious or mystical?
Should I forgive my vanity
and doubt, clasp together
opposite arms in poetry?
My eyes are tired,
and so are my bones
and without caffeine
I cease to be.
Why bother?
What is it I feel
so driven to say?
I really don’t know
(and tonight I don’t care).
We can sort this out
another time.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 8, 2005 – A poem about Words Edit This
In the Air.
Words,
like butterfly dust,
blown as windseed
ether-cast thoughts.
No more than breath,
thrown to skyhold
clasp of sparkle stars.
Mist and cloudsong,
feeling’s balm –
like heaven’s never
rain.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 6, 2005 – A poem about Love, Lust, Lyrics Edit This
Learning.
She smiled, like a cello on its side,
and I bowed my finger cross the wires.
A nervous student, without notes,
without manuscript or lines –
I felt brutish and naive.
But then she sighed,
and all symphonies
combined.
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– A poem about Cosmicity, Friendship Edit This
Frosted Wings.
And who put this barrier between us?
It refracts the knowing of who we are.
This splintered view, smudged
and denying the truths of everything,
it diffuses our connectedness.
We orbit such frayed outskirts –
you and I, like lost and aching birds
mist drenched, circling.
Reticent to land.
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June 3, 2005 – A poem about Age Edit This
Slowing.
Poorly fish,
gravel stilled as he now is.
Despite the occasional flurry,
the current that used to buoy
now pins his tired body down.
Flat-finned and waiting, he lies
patient for the quietened sand –
perhaps, remembering sparkle
and bubble rise of leaping youth.
And I too, recall this golden flash
amidst the world it swam within.
And we both now wait for the end
as I watch and will him to the rise,
to fight for food and light –
to health and extended life.
But now, all he knows is this;
A fish that does not swim,
is not a fish.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 2, 2005 – A poem about Humanity Edit This
Think.
Eat for the hungry,
for they cannot feed themselves,
then swim for the dust-bowl kids,
who crane to catch the water drops.
Be stylish for the ragged dressed
in sun-bleached *ethnic* clothes,
and laugh out loud for desolate hearts
who know not love nor family.
Run free for the stumbling ones
when they cannot leave the dirt,
you can wake and smell the roses
for sake of sewered folk and down.
Speak joy for these muted souls,
Rest serene for all their wearied toils.
Then sip tea and watch it all, on your TV
(for those with no electricity).
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June 1, 2005 – A poem about Nature Edit This
Stream.
Let the
water flow
down stoney slope
through hillslip mud,
breaching kid built dams
over oldwash twigs.
Let it filter,
let it purify,
let it flow.
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May 29, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity, Lyrics Edit This
Tides.
Every tear that ever fell,
Every night of ocean’s swell,
Every scent and every smell,
Every year drawn from the well.
Every sunset says farewell,
Every molecule and cell,
Every stone that must rebel,
Every memory on which we dwell.
Every peel of nature’s bells,
Every movement in the fontanelle,
And everything here I now foretell –
All, but whispers in the yell.
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– A poem about Lust, Humanity Edit This
Sell By Date.
Between the coffee and the chocolate
that’s where we will be –
checking out, before the check-out,
eyeing basket tell-tailed groceries.
Our non touch dance without romance,
and furtive glance of no demand.
A flirtation, so subtly voiced
between the heaving aisles.
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– A poem about Family Edit This
Proud.
I watched you drawing,
and I was just so happy.
You crossed the road alone,
and found the best view
then set yourself up –
as if for the thousandth time.
Did you know I was sneaking
quick looks across the way?
You, sitting on that pavement box
like an awkward wunderkind.
Me, watching your head weaving,
back and forth – collecting
what you saw, placing it all
so carefully on the sketch
you drew so beautifully.
You looked so content,
so grown-up. I felt selfish
in my want for you to stay
forever in such a happy place
along with the scribblings
that marked your new adventure.
Ah well, at least you may remember
the day you drew a picture of our house
and the time you made your father
so very, very proud.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 28, 2005 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
Ego.
Who am I?
Well, I know this –
I am NOT you.
Unless of course,
you slept and dreamed
that we touched souls
in the night, merging
into one.
Who am I?
I am NOT who
you think I am.
Unless of course,
just in the thinking
you brought me into being –
formed me like some
imaginary friend.
Who am I?
Well, I’m NOT sure –
does it really matter
in the end?
Perhaps I am just
here, now,
in this moment
of you, wondering
who I am.
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May 27, 2005 – A poem about Love, Senses Edit This
Mmmmmmm.
Let me think …
Is it almonds, butterscotch?
or chocolate coated marzipan?
It could be caramel even,
but it’s duskier than that.
Powdery, like sun dried sheets
or bathwater patchouli.
And then there’s citrus too,
(but not too perky)
like mulled wine
or lemon grove dew
in the morning.
All are scent of you.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 26, 2005 – A poem about Puzzles Edit This
Puppet Man.
Behind the puppet show
where children never go,
there stands a lonely man
who tugs the strings
that bind the arms
of childish things.
Behind the puppet show
and stripy canvas throws,
lie nervous little hands
with spinnered plans
to hide the charms
that clownhood brings.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Cosmicity, Nature Edit This
Rainbow Somewhere.
Shame you missed the rainbow
I really wanted you to see,
it was like the edge
of a butterfly wing
magnified and stretched
across the sky.
Something about it
seemed so powerful,
so magical. I even believed
that on this strange day
it would curl from me
to you.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 25, 2005 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Persona Trap.
Caught you are
By your own invention.
That thing for which you previously cared.
Stuck you’ve become on the tangle side
Cat’s cradle threaded over hands with no thumbs,
Tripping steps through mask room of fate
Now resounding for someone else –
Someone you don’t know
(Or never knew).
Someone,
Never,
You.
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May 24, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Never Silent.
There is always something,
something that reminds –
it marks the pass of time.
The dusky click of clockwork hands
and helpless hold of hours lost,
the always notching gears
and cogs of slowly whittled days.
Such things remind
your muted fate.
Every baby cry.
Every laugh and sigh.
Every question asking why.
All but moves toward
a final hammer call,
and echoed nails bullied down,
buried into trickling soil
and stone that falls
upon this quiet sleep
as creaking lichen grows.
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May 23, 2005 – A poem about Love, Cosmicity Edit This
You are Wind.
You are the soft wind that circles
In orbit around my earthly heart
The ceaseless breeze that kisses
But never slows in its domain
Over me, in reign of bounded soul
Over helpless capstone sleeves
My close-eyed hope that waits
For arc and sweep and tilt to I
And change in your trajectory.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 22, 2005 – A poem about Memories Edit This
Slide.
All blue in the old Beehive
We’re hearing full moon wail
Wall to wall with twitching men
Holding pints and keys on chains
Their nodding purse of wisened lips
And naive balls of leisured feet
Crane in spectacle of him –
In Sunday’s best and gravel voice;
All hailed might of Watermelon Slim.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 20, 2005 – A poem about Age, Nature Edit This
British Summer Time.
It’s time to re-arrange the coats and shoes,
and it troubles us there are some we never use.
Especially now, we’re on the cusp of sunny days,
gone should be Wellies and brolly stand ways.
Soon, it’ll be time for birdsong chime
and jaunts, and hushed marvelling at the climb.
We’ll sit at the top of the hill with beer instead of rain,
watch people flowering in their saunter up the lane.
A time for sleep and softkissed breeze,
evening pored with dreams that race like bees.
And on towards the half-eyed chase of dawn,
we’ll tip-toe over dewsoaked lawns.
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May 19, 2005 – A poem about Words, Family Edit This
To You.
I shall leave some words
for you to find when I am gone.
Words from the secret one –
written thoughts not dared to voice.
Words from the inside –
sculpted from imaginings,
into real, tangible things.
I will leave some words
for you who seek
a part of me that’s
left behind.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 17, 2005 – A poem about Journeys Edit This
PianoMan.
Not even poets know his name
This man who cuts all labels
from his virtuoso clothes.
And he who only speaks
through wistful
enigmatic notes,
has used no words
in weeks of history
with doctors and interpreters
from Poland, France (and Sweden too).
He has no voice –
slammed shut in mystery.
Incommunicado,
since that rain-soaked night
of sudden wandering
that puzzles all.
Did he fall out with someone?
Did he fall off a ship?
Did he fall off the world?
Listen how
he plays for solace
in his days.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 16, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Black Earth.
As dark as weasel toes we dig for agate glow
Where once were diamonds below coal
Lie mudcoat stones of mortal kind
Some say shaded magic casts a starless night
Hides the toil of hooded sky
As quiet shipwrecks leak their hold
Then ride on nightmare’s foals
All, spitting dust to claim,
Our ill-considered souls.
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May 15, 2005 – A poem about Belief Edit This
Big.
Older than I’ll ever be
and wider than the stars
wiser than desires of ours
boulder to the grains of we.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 14, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Down.
I am falling like leaf spun in autumn roll
Like a papered plane in downward fall
There goes grace in gravity’s hold
On this air of splintered boards
As if it is not the landing
that really matters
As if it is the
glide that
counts
.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 11, 2005 – A poem about Words Edit This
Dandelions.
She asks for Dandelions
but all I have is words.
Words like lemon, mane
or honeysticks
and beaconed yellow
fireworks.
Words,
they might resound
like sepal, petal, stamen –
even floral formula
diagrams.
All these stretch
to summer ankle fields,
near quietened sphere
of where I am.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
When Dreamers Meet.
Last night I dreamed, and saw your face.
Framed behind the shutters of sleep
it WAS you, clearly smiling at me!
This was a strange recognition
like seeing an amnesiac polaroid,
and yours, was a composite
of all the faces I have seen.
Was it really you?
There was something I longed to say.
Something carried across the miles,
held close and desparate to be heard.
But as I dreamed and saw your face,
you grinned, and I then knew the real you.
I forgot my dullard words and turned away,
no longer feeling need or want to say.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 10, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Kites.
Oh,
see the high ones play
like red and blue inkspots
in the willowing sky.
There. See them lifting
way above the over-hang
that influences wind
of little hopes like ours.
We try so hard to launch
above the shoulders
of windless days.
But do we feel
despair below the frame?
Do we know
the twisted strings
of innocence and crash?
No! Such earthly bindings
mean nothing to us,
who stay determined.
Soon, we WILL
fly!
Thoughts? (0)
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May 9, 2005 – A poem about Age Edit This
Doldrummer’s Tale.
There is a place
of windless sails and wing-clipped wails.
An airless space of slackened time
like old corroded twine
tethering heartbeats and nobled spirit.
A place where muted calls of fate
becalm the soul embalmed by ancient fronds
of ice-dipped hope that mystify the telescope
on age’s sky – where once white lions
pounced and played and roared
to memories and shores
of a youth that never
could be ours.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 5, 2005 – A poem about Words, Cosmicity Edit This
The Camel’s Back.
A peerless raindrop caused the flood
Like a black cell in the cleanest blood.
This was the blink that turned to sleep,
The final rest to scythe its harvest’s reap.
This was the smear that blurred the sun
Through squinted looks that told us all
In whispers fanning flame of days,
Dried, the youthful leaves of one
Who once, could silence crowds.
With heartbeats and a single breath
Like a newborn calling the world
A tiny thought to change us all.
Such is the power of words.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 1, 2005 – A poem about Memories Edit This
The Rhythm Tree.
I know
you miss
the rhythm tree,
remembering
seahorse sway
and mystery
through song
and groove
that writes itself
in the pocket
of time, touching,
feeling roots –
in sacred ground.
This is the beat
old friends know –
unified
in feel and flow.
Do not forget
the joyous seeds
that memories
can grow.
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– A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Climbing.
Maybe I should shout this from a mountain top
But I don’t have a mountain to hand
If I did, it would be a magical place
Sculpted from some rare stone to propel my words
Closer to you, rising highest above the rival peaks
Appearing, as if mist shrouded Tibeten legend –
Now being revealed, but only to you.
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April 28, 2005 – A poem about Love, Cosmicity Edit This
Freshest Air.
If I breathe, I breathe for thee
And every gasp of me doth resonate
With joyful air from ground to grove,
To mackerel sky above and back to me.
I breathe, I breathe for thee –
And atoms that we share agree.
Thoughts? (0)
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April 26, 2005 – A poem about Lust Edit This
Flotilla.
oh
cast me
on the sea of you
like an ocean flower
lapping in the throw of tide
oh how you make me crave
the dive and clasp of pearls
the shifting sands below
from which I might rise
to driftwood breeze
and clips of wave
on sunset skin
triumphant in
the undertow
of you.
oh!
throw me
onto ebb and flow
immersed in mysteries
that you alone can show
oh let me sail on motion rolls
mark your seabound tack
on charts of journeys made –
of flowers lost then found
but never coming back
oh lift me, away…
drag me into you
then onto wonders
that only now
I dare to
know.
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April 25, 2005 – A poem about Nature Edit This
Diary of a Storm.
I was a black hearted storm,
Giant in the crack of sky.
Telling all to cower and hide
Like sodden lads shivering
Below cracked windowsills
And hidings from drip and drain.
I sent them daggers of rain
From a sudden underworld,
Sliced the air into fragments
Of stilled and hushed awe,
Undoing the buckle and brace
Of comfortable lives.
Then, I scratched the skies.
Gave them electric glint
Connected ground and cloud
To signal my amusement
And spun them like reels
Reaching end of spool !
Above, I laughed on.
Enjoying the drama
Of this pretence
Over these scurried ants
Seeking shelter’s vanity
Below the leaves that blow.
But then, I felt subdued
And muted in intent.
I saw the ground below
In circle of season’s clash,
Sensed the cries of broken corn
And their angled stalks in bow.
Did I feel remorse?
Did my hesitation signal
Limitation of my force?
I stopped, and sniffed
The air and earth below –
All fine with harvest’s scent.
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– A poem about Words Edit This
I Bow Again.
There is nothing,
but this addiction.
This driving force
it forgoes good intent
to stay away, to just ignore
this all-day ache that grows
from worse to worse
and back again.
I don’t want
to speak
to you tonight
of moon or chemistry,
of souls or complex minds,
but I am marooned
by instinct’s pull
to bow again to you –
the reason for these
stumbling words.
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April 24, 2005 – A poem about Love Edit This
Helpless.
There are things
I should be doing,
away from thoughts
of you, with your breath
as sweet as honeydew.
You are everywhere
and everything.
Lost in you, I am
abandoned in your hold –
blind and blurred by the
flood and flow
of you that makes me
forget these things
I should be doing
yet still remain
undone.
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– A poem about Love, Words Edit This
Pantoum.
We kiss like Chinese fish
Like loaded inkbrush strokes –
Circling grain and ancient turn
(The kind you see in father’s books).
Like loaded inkbrush strokes –
We are dipped and saturated
Playful, but disciplined in arc and flow
Swept below the dark-watered lilies of night.
We are dipped and saturated
Circling grain and ancient turn
Swept below the dark-watered lillies of night,
We kiss like Chinese fish.
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April 22, 2005 – A poem about Memories, Family Edit This
Remembering.
Dad
once kicked a ball
so high – I swear,
it disappeared
into the clouds
higher
than stunt kites
he taught me
how to fly.
that’s how
it seemed,
and I remember
the green of the leaves.
that day,
we found the weir
(the one I lost my shoe in)
teeming
with flashing trout,
and I was
just so proud
when he cast his line
and reeled
one in.
speaking,
of water,
we stayed
on his cabin boat.
he named it after us kids;
‘BREN-GA-RA’
we didn’t see him much,
so these
were special days
always ending
with wind-tinkling masts
and next day plans.
he was the captain,
of an adoring crew.
and, he had THAT look !
his jazz look.
it would
embarrass me so –
all beatnik crazy.
nodding,
finger-popping,
shouting “yeah”,
with starey eyes
and big band styled
hep cat smiles.
oh, If only
I’d realised then.
I’d want to say
a thousand words,
a million lines
or more –
about him,
about laughter
about amazement –
about growing up.
about him kicking a ball
that’s never
coming back.
but that’s selfish,
so I won’t.
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April 21, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Glimpse.
Today,
I lost myself.
Just for an instant,
it wasn’t me
standing there
thinking about
who and what I am.
And for a moment
I was nothing,
but a thought
bodyless and free.
Floating beyond
the soft cage
that is me.
Then,
I remembered.
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April 20, 2005 – A poem about Love Edit This
Quiet.
We dare not speak sometimes,
like children scared of grown-up things.
No wish to show our vulnerability,
we stare in silence, into the night
like harboured wives hoping for light
on tearing ream of darkened sea.
We share a strange, quiet, airless grace –
like canyon sealed butterflies, flitting.
From side to side – from mind to mind,
never risking wings in rockface flight.
And we dare not speak sometimes.
Like kidnapped souls afraid to call
for muted hold of hidden keys,
for locks that bind the unsaid things.
Speak up and hear
the untold thoughts
of you and me.
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April 19, 2005 – A poem about Nature Edit This
Liquid.
Not years, or months – this season leap
Like skimmed stones spun on cleaving lakes
Not days, or hours – that lover’s keep
Or driftwood sprites helmed in flow.
Not time, feelings like ocean’s bones
Kissing moon-drenched span and bow.
All measures of a fate we share
Born of waters we’ll come to know.
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April 18, 2005 – A poem about Words Edit This
Endless Poem.
This is formally the begining
Of the longest poem ever written.
It will skip from serious to flippant
From prose to rhyme and back again.
It will change from classic style to free-form wild
It will twist and turn like a twisty, turney thing.
It will do WHATEVER it wants (or your own mood dictates).
Anything goes, but you must bear in mind –
This poem must never end.
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– A poem about Age Edit This
Clockwork Heart.
How
many
heartbeats
are we allowed?
How many ticks and tocks
of nature’s arms will subdivide
the days and nights when we collide
to ponder beats of life that mark
the turnaround to end of dance and song?
No answer for you now, my friend – I have stopped the count.
And as the final levers fall, within I come to realise;
It – won’t – be – long.
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April 15, 2005 – A poem about Memories, Family Edit This
Little Shoes.
Don’t look at me with naïve eyes,
like big splashed pebbles before sun
awaiting the kiss of eternal sea
and laughing curl of children’s toes.
Don’t look to me for all I can defy,
my vanity feigns to hold these years –
for you, who grows, whilst I stay old.
Don’t look back, don’t look ahead,
Don’t look now, don’t look, don’t look!
You’ll know when the moment comes
to race alone cross coarser sand,
towards the tide for running’s sake,
across the marks of necklaced time.
Then, you’ll look at me to say goodbye,
you’ll turn and wave, to face the spray
and I’ll throw away your little shoes.
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April 13, 2005 – A poem about Journeys Edit This
Our Town.
We may not have a river
Or seats of learned wise,
Or spires of aspiration,
Like reverend pencils
Filling scribbled sky.
We may not have urbanity
Or graceful galleries,
And eruditious eateries –
For simple tillaged folk
Like you and me.
But, we have community.
Where gentle rogues
Still rake the moon
And lovers swoon
Through squinted eyes.
We watch the midnight downland
Bonfires marking boundaries
For all of us that now accept
Our compromise.
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April 11, 2005 – A poem about Words Edit This
Villanelle.
This is difficult to write
I prefer to flow and not to know
for you, my villanelle tonight.
Complex are you in your delight
to vex these words that grow
This is difficult to write.
Men like me do not normally invite
such discipline of thought to show
for you, my villanelle tonight.
And to you, this must be slight
but me, I need to take things slow
This is difficult to write.
We’re near close of rhyme that fights
and traps words in this fixed tableaux
for you, my villanelle tonight.
And so this must end, this debt I owe
the spurs I earn I now forgoe.
This was difficult to write
for you, my villanelle tonight.
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April 9, 2005 – A poem about Love Edit This
Tired.
It’s a Saturday night
and we should be in love
but you and me
are in different rooms
and you read magazines,
whilst I read catalogues.
After all these years,
that’s not too bad –
but it feels like a void
that can’t be crossed –
a conversation we must have
about conversations
we need, to have.
How should we start?
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April 8, 2005 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Someone Else’s Treasure.
It’s mine now.
I found it,
and you didn’t miss it
until I told you
where it was.
If it was yours,
how come you
didn’t care
for it before?
You can’t
have it back now –
this thing needs
unreserved attention.
Anyway,
you shouldn’t
have thrown
it away.
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April 6, 2005 – A poem about Love Edit This
Fit.
It’s not
about love.
Or sexuality.
It’s about the way we fit.
Like the turn of stream that clings to mountainside
or heirloom keys in Grandma’s hand
Like pillow dip for tired eyes
or children’s palms at Christmas time.
It’s not wanting.
Or desire.
More like embers in the glee of coal
and clustered stars that sing for soul.
It’s the last piece in the jigsaw
It’s the shipping news at night
It’s the words I wish I’d said.
We just seem to
fit.
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April 5, 2005 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Brown River.
Damn these currents that drag you down
and pull against the muddy rocks –
you don’t deserve such atrophy.
Spun and untoward in turbulence
that batters and crushes hope,
where gulps become swallow
of vile stew in which you sink.
My friend – just remember
to hold your breath, and kick
against this cruelest pull –
and you may again swim
toward the shallows.
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– A poem about Friendship Edit This
I Want.
Give me time
to speak of things.
when seconds tick
like flocks of birds
disturbed by change
and wind for wings.
Give me peace
and silent mull
for thoughts
like winter wine,
simmering
and warmed.
Give me all
you have
to spare
so I may save
the moments,
snatching songs
in these quiet
corridors.
Give me,
more.
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April 4, 2005 – A poem about Friendship, Lyrics Edit This
Dancing Without Alcohol
Remember abandoned days and midnight wheels
turned on endless paths of spin and move,
in ecstasy of spiraled youth
with feet that dared to leap above.
As hearts refused to stop and look
when souls explored without rebuff
where now your patterned heels crack
and age it comes to claim the slack.
To all of you, who dare not dance
but nonetheless remember well –
Such barefoot nights, such tales told –
The dancefloor’s in your soul.
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– A poem about Words Edit This
Pause.
I want
to write
I really do.
But tonight
it doesn’t feel
quite right.
I want
to speak of her,
hair blown
like faerie breath,
brushing cusp
of summer air.
I want
to tell you –
the bees
were out today,
saluting
stretching
sun.
Sadly I must
leave this
for another
day.
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March 31, 2005 – A poem about Words Edit This
Solitude.
Stop reading now.
This poem is not for you.
It’s for someone else –
someone close,
someone who goes
behind the meaning
of these words.
Still here?
I thought you’d stopped.
Well maybe you and me
could talk another time?
There’s nothing here
for you today –
for you that feels,
for you that walks
along the lines.
Please – leave now.
I need to be
alone.
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– A poem about Humanity Edit This
The Mannequin Smiles.
He is grinning,
Like a coldwax peach
Curled and constant,
On guard like a twisted
Forever-slept dog
Or a sleepover sigh
Echoing daydream
Stilted night.
They’ll be
No melting of this
Strange wax though,
No turn that breaks
The seal of time
Stood high upon
His rough hewn
Armature.
He grins,
Because of will of us
Who traipse to watch,
Along the path
That never wavers,
That never arcs
Like aspic oxbow
Frozen flow.
A thousand, thousand
Footsteps seek and feel
With tread and weary romp
Of seeded needs.
All buried deep
He holds his poise
Then contemplates
Why it is that he alone,
Should be the one
Who smiles.
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March 30, 2005 – A poem about Love, Lyrics Edit This
Blue Horses.
He sends her blue horses
On the reins of a smile
His love for her riding
On the backs of the miles
He sends her blue horses
They run from heart to soul
Across the great divide
Branding union of whole
Where stallions race
To sacred lover’s place
And heartbeats rise in mist
And horizon kisses sky.
He sends her blue horses –
But only she knows why.
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– A poem about Situations Edit This
Dumb.
Don’t tell me
what you want
me to say,
or show me
what you want
me to see.
Don’t mark
the path
that I’m
not on,
or ask
what you
already
know.
Have you
forgotton
to remember?
I’m not that
dumb.
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March 28, 2005 – A poem about Technology Edit This
Men and Cameras.
Bless these guys.
It’s almost like
reality is not enough.
Like glass lensed auteurs,
whose life just has to be seen
through mechanical eyes –
selecting and zooming
then editing the view.
No margin for error or surprise
in captured moments held
in satisfied frame,
in control of all they feel.
Neatly filing happiness
with f-stop calibration,
they can’t tell you
how wonderful something is
but they can show you
the photograph.
For the man who pushed my daughter out of the way
with his pumped up lens…
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March 26, 2005 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Keep Going.
Don’t stop,
and don’t look back.
Every day has possibilities
for something new, something majestic
amongst the drudgery – a shining hope
glistening with flare of optimism’s flame
burning like magnified sun.
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– A poem about Words Edit This
Must Read More.
I was thinking
about Neruda and Rumi
and all these other folks
who I’ve never read.
Feel like such a phony –
I must read more
before I’m dead.
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March 24, 2005 – A poem about Memories Edit This
Let’s Move On.
This house is just too small
For all these knick-knack memories
Stuffed in crevices and laid out
Like lingering refugees on the floor.
This junk we keep for old time’s sake,
This baggage piled but never sorted
Everywhere a story, everywhere a tale
And all those secrets never told.
It’s time we got this place
Cleared out, done up, and sold.
Let’s do it now, before
we grow too old.
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– A poem about Nature Edit This
Curtain Call.
The shoots are out and blood feels flow
Of inner tide and undertow. The sun,
Alert to season’s bow, pulls chord
Of cloud-winged fanfare call,
To signal start of this –
A most extraordinary
Of shows.
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– A poem about Friendship Edit This
Cool.
You know what?
You were really
cool today.
And as they say;
“the coolest ones.
are those that
do not know”
I was suitably
impressed
with the way
you handled
yourself.
So cool,
so confident,
so right.
Like a tall man,
humble amongst
infants.
Like an icecube,
holding court
in melting
snow.
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March 22, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Perchance.
The night draws in the blanks
The day has left behind.
For troubled hearts like ours
That pine for rest through sleep
And soul becalmed below
The unprimed stars.
This healing shroud reveals,
The eventide balm that soothes
Us, bruised beneath the satin flags
Of sky like whispering waves –
To moon, upon, unseen, unbound.
Urging flight above the confines –
The brutish hold of gravity,
defied.
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March 21, 2005 – A poem about Puzzles Edit This
Twelve Cats.
Astrophe was responsible for the end of the world –
A problem for Amaran who was sailing the globe.
Then there was Alogue who wrote it all down
And Hode of course, painting pictures for all.
Next came Holic, preaching holiness and peace
To Erpillar and Egory dividing lines from his book.
Kneeling below old Hedral’s cloistered beams
Harsis quietly waits for inspiration of heart
Behind quick witted Apult (the first to arrive)
And philosopher Ching, with Alyst in tow.
All purring vainly, that THEY were the ones
Who started it all.
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March 18, 2005 – A poem about Words Edit This
Apology.
Hello and sorry.
We havn’t spoken lately have we?
I’ve been too busy being selfish
digging around in my own sodden mine,
not thinking about you and things
you are also looking for.
It’s very difficult you see.
Sometimes, I just have to go
into myself, burrowing through
the lumps and bumps – digging
beneath my own world.
You know what?
The very next words
will be just for
you.
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– A poem about Love, Family, Lyrics Edit This
I Can’t .
I can’t
decide if you are mine
or happenstance that falls
like bonfired leaves
on unsuspecting
souls like me.
I can’t
explain.
This grand design,
this torch you hold
that shines and warms
my heart, like …
wintered fairground rides
in turning sun, awake
and overjoyed
to be alive.
I can’t
ignore your
beacon reach
that tugs my soul –
swaying colour greyed,
from numb of age
to weight of days.
I can’t
exist without
the growth and flow
of you, of all you are,
and may become.
I simply can’t
deny this love I feel.
I can’t, I can’t,
I can’t.
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March 15, 2005 – A poem about Belief Edit This
Auditorium.
My head is a palace of song
Where sleepy kings and families
Do lie and wait for melodies
That raise the slumbered heart
And teach the dance of life itself.
My head is a golden opera
Where Divas sing of passion
Of life’s regret and tragedy
And grand style dramas played
To dressed coat balconies.
My head is a cathederal cave,
Explored by none but bats and stalagtites,
And darkened echoes that call for me
To strike a match and read scribblings
Of singers and songs, of dances over flame.
I hear this music, but wait …
For stone ochred harmony in the night,
For feeling wind sighing against the walls,
For determined tone through maze of souls.
All resolved in lone-voiced melody, arpeggio blown
Into the nothingness – singular, beautiful, pure.
I am waiting for god’s wistful call.
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March 14, 2005 – A poem about Lust Edit This
Joy of Socks.
They, were so happy
layed out on my bed.
Toe to toe, and length
to length. Ribbed ones
pleased, to be with
partners, previously
lost to wash of fate.
Rejoiced in commune
of conditioned skin,
embracing friends and
kin. Now untangled from
the sorry state that they
were in. I watched couples
sort themselves – into
groupings, and those that
shouted, got down with
those, that didn’t care.
Fingering threads, like a
passion blinded creature
fumbling and pawing his
way, I watched this orgy
of togetherness and am
hereby ashamed to say –
that I, joined in.
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March 11, 2005 – A poem about Journeys Edit This
Clouded Water.
We used
to visit often,
and take a sip
from this cold, clear pool.
But now it tastes different –
like a stilled pond where mudfish play,
where every day they battle and stir the clay
just to cloud the sweetness of our stay.
Maybe we should wait until they settle down,
await return of flow that takes away the earthen taste.
But on the other hand, maybe there are springs
and brooks beyond this place we know so well?
Perhaps we should at least, walk on a bit
and take a look.
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March 10, 2005 – A poem about Love, Situations Edit This
Selfish Heart.
I’d prefer to be seated
when you give me the news.
Is that O.K? I know it’s coming,
I’ve seen the signs you see –
the struggled smiles,
the cutting sighs,
the hunch of compromise.
Just so you know,
it wasn’t that I didn’t
care or try, it was more a case
of feeling paralysed.
I knew full well of my neglect –
the wonderful you I did forget
whilst focussed on the wanderful me.
Oh how vain, to think alone like that
not to reckon on a more co-operative life.
To rush ahead ignoring my second heart –
the one that sang, then spoke, then whispered
but now is quietened by dulled regret.
And yes, this is all my fault and I know,
it’s time to come to terms with you,
who thinks of ending things,
whilst I prefer to sit.
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– A poem about Words Edit This
Again…
Staring at this blinking curse,
I don’t much feel like writing tonight.
But still I’m pushed and pulled,
by what is now habitual.
This is a mad obsession,
that has chosen me,
Before, I was ordinary –
not enslaved by this … poetry.
Just one more line, one more thought,
One more punctuated night, to drive
the nagging demons from my mind,
then I can rest in peace – forgetting
poems that are never, quite right.
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March 7, 2005 – A poem about Situations Edit This
The Event.
Afterwards.
Breathing more,
tired bones re-aligned
from hunched disposition.
Inside, the curl of change
like snapping chains
and knots untied –
teased threads undone,
winter ribbons
frayed by afterwind.
In knowing
all is even now –
no fractured sleep
or shuddered night
to steal the soul,
pour freedom’s gold
in leaden mould.
Now gone choked days,
and shutter eye nights
forgotten mutterings,
of chipped-cog cries,
all but silenced now.
Through defiant eyes,
stare straight on
past tense, past all –
see your toils spent
in preparation,
for this event.
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March 6, 2005 – A poem about Love Edit This
Wear Me Out.
Stitch me,
like a badge –
line me up like a label
on your sleeve.
Carry me like
mother’s day flowers,
arranged and parading life
and love for all to see.
Let me, cling like dust
to the weave and fold of you,
raised against your thread and hold.
Upon the arms of we.
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March 1, 2005 – A poem about Love Edit This
Remembering.
Just for a moment,
we were young again.
Back below the teenage sheets,
drinking wine from cracked cups,
overflowed with confidence
in awe, of our togetherness.
Just for a moment …
we were unbeatable –
forgetting hours and duty
beholden of ordinary folk.
Intoxicated, like circling moths
chasing torchlight in the dark.
Just for a moment,
we were cradled and held
like old spoons in a drawer,
rattled silvered skins, but bold –
just wanting to stay together,
in love forever where we lay.
And then, we slept.
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– A poem about Flesh & Bone Edit This
Secret Identity.
I’m an amazing drunk, but rather average when I’m sober.
For it is only the warming hold of alcohol that makes me feel so bold.
From timid to terrific in a few spirited gulps of secret fuel.
Then, I become strong – able to silence rooms with strange discourse
and amazing tricks with cocktail sticks.
Incredible! Such … courage, such bravery –
all poured from a bottle of ferment.
From start to closing time I’m always first
to fall over on the finish line.
Superpowered – that’s me!
Able to trip kerbstones in a single bound —
‘Look, down in the gutter,’ ‘Is it a rat?’ ‘Is it a drain?’
‘No! it’s … Superdrunk!’ ”
Hell, I can even talk out of my arse
sometimes.
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February 25, 2005 – A poem about Age Edit This
O ‘ Women of a Certain Age.
Bear the ills of weary world,
Know the creep of quiet rage,
Feel the smudge of youth to old,
And smooth the grain of age.
Carry high past ways of youth,
Raise smile-worn weathered flag,
To shoulderhold the uncouth gale,
And navigate the rocky crags.
Know well this turn of time –
Hold each minute like a tiny jewel.
Begin again the spring and wind,
Then win prize of age’s tired duel.
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February 23, 2005 – A poem about Love, Family Edit This
New Born.
Our joy awoke
and drank
the world in one.
Shared the air
with lungs like
unfurling wings,
sending heartbeat
cries around
the world.
Nestled and rolled,
curling like paper
handmade
by caring souls.
But strong,
like a wild foal
already tall
in utterance
of love.
(For Jared Daniel).
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February 16, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Cosmic Intercourse.
Let us talk
about the stars,
and where we fit within
the vista of being.
In which, we go naked –
skinnydipping existance
diving deep
for miraged pearls
in the sea
of who we are.
Let us close our eyes
and dream
of other things,
of happenstance beyond
the dull thud,
the daily numb
of common ways.
Let us meditate
on awakening.
Let us reel-in
the swirling cosmos,
hold its beauty
like snowdust
in our hands,
raise the soma
of life itself
to our lips,
and whisper.
Let us …
understand.
Thoughts? (0)
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February 15, 2005 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
Template.
Somewhere,
there is a template.
A way of doing,
tested and tried,
laid out neatly
for people like us.
A blueprint showing
how to tackle situations
and tricky circumstance
thrown in our way.
There must be an overlay.
Mappped against the day –
scribbled with marks,
showing at least
the edges or the corners
pointing out measurements
of the challenges we face.
But, where is this process?
Where is this mislaid key
prising the locks
of confusion,
and knowing
our next
mistake?
Ask your friends,
maybe they will know.
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February 14, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
The Hero Moon.
Is he a man?
Or is he a figment?
Like the glint in a raindrop falling
from the lost tail of a speeding satellite?
He soars – acres high, up, above crown of land
like a proud beekeeper ushering safe return
of eve-time honey dance in costumed night.
Us, lost in starmist now beaconed through
to dusk-smudged earth below his subtle touch
that reaches dust, of mortal ground.
Is he a man? A spirit? A dream?
Who knows this truth but he,
who has power to roll tides,
to move minds of lunatic or child.
Even calm midnight doubt of poets
holding shadows back to see his glow
that steals away the clumsy thump of fate.
This hero’s light! It illuminates,
it shows us footholds in the night.
He is all, to all that seek
to know.
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February 11, 2005 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Temperance and Care.
Away palid sirens
And playground harpies
That tease and clutch
Your unworn soul.
Begone such cruel bringers
Of growth’s nag and poke
And innocence ground
In circumstance beyond.
Forget their shrill voiced
Cries and winsome pangs
And crack’d tears –
And shudderings of age.
Be strong, my quiet one
Though humble and bruised
Still, like a first fallen pear
Brave in dawn-lost day.
You give wind to us
Amidst doubter’s lull
Becalmed by spite
But pushed along.
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February 7, 2005 – A poem about Friendship, Memories Edit This
Auber.
He liked aubergines.
Not just for the taste –
but also for their look and shape
like silk bells stroked by moonlight
in extacious growth.
He loved their colour too
like the edges of neon in rain
or passion in the summer dusk.
Curved like a marble womb
in the palm of his hand.
Yes, he liked aubergines,
and so do I.
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– A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
I Get This Feeling.
Like distant slide
from crown of mountain slip
into very pit of who I am.
Here is vertigo for cliff-edged
hearts like yours that tip-toe
ankle winds.
There,
clutching gravity’s stall
of bloodstream rush,
like freshwater dashed in magnet dance
you move as particles
swirling toward the iron lips
of polar sea.
Through permafrost
and frozen root, gulley cut
and porous bed – the centre
to the core, traveling deep
within sediment soul,
and onto icepools
that only you
can thaw.
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February 4, 2005 – A poem about Love Edit This
Seabones.
I crave soft-armed
cradle of you, holding
us dispersed on froth
of season’s roll.
You know so well
how to raise our
stopdrift souls,
lift eyes above
the cold horizon.
Like a puppeteer
placing strings –
upon his things,
with twist of wire
and raise of armiture.
Us; the shorebound
scarred and dry.
Tattered fabric
jellyfish marooned
at the bottom
of a box festooned
and waiting,
for a show
of tide.
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February 3, 2005 – A poem about Journeys Edit This
Hitcher’s Tale.
I got in the car,
and he said to me;
“Do you believe in infinity?”
We headed off as he grinned in glee,
and drove a thousand miles per hour
down a one-way street.
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February 2, 2005 – A poem about Flesh & Bone Edit This
Automatic.
Sometimes,
my body is distinct from my mind.
Like a distant robot operating
on boot sector instinct.
There I am, stretching for a drink,
but thinking not of reach or grip
just seeing glass and wine.
Or then, I’m keying the lock
but thinking of home inside
not oiled parts and traffic grime.
Odd that.
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February 1, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity, Age Edit This
Yesterday Tomorrow.
Time is the leak you cannot fix
Seeping over meniscus edge
Like muddied ice in stubborn push
Slowly notching marks of us.
Plucked like frets and string
Scratch-scretched and resonating
As waves that flow through sky
In search for sands of you and I.
Shorter than a newborn’s thumb
Curled and clutched like tiger frond
Mewed to world and catching dew
Time falls slow on me and you.
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January 31, 2005 – A poem about Memories, Technology Edit This
Transmission.
Where are you chickjesus?
Not washed away I hope
by flood of life
and death like dust
on surly breath
over unkind seas.
You once awakened me,
turned driftwood
into useful thoughts
took clay of you and I
and sculpted we.
I hope for you
in the swell
of the cosmos –
are you still looking
for butterfly wings
on the shore?
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January 28, 2005 – A poem about Nature Edit This
Waiting.
The sky is taunting us
Spreading its muddy fleece
Smothering the shoots and spurs
That call to sun.
One minute overjoyed
In the glow of spring
But then, snatched –
Like a mistaken banquet guest.
Why, oh why
this grinding pause?
This reckoning of season sums
Beyond patient warm and blue
Greying the clarity of hue –
Our cravings for rebirthed sun
Like cries from fallen souls
With weathered flags and so much need.
So much wanting, so much desire.
All, waiting to start again.
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– A poem about Situations Edit This
Thorn.
Begone
this stab through skin
and blood towed heart.
This nagging spike of doubt
that strikes and cracks
the gentle well.
It screeches
like cocktail spite
through quiet now unsteady calm,
Scratching edges, stealing entrance
to the wonderful secrets
that are you.
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January 27, 2005 – A poem about Flesh & Bone Edit This
One Eyed King.
One good eye
Is better than the other
He sees much more
Than the lazy one.
One good eye
Works harder than his brother
Not seeing glint
Beyond the squint
of sun.
One good eye
Gazing further,
Sees futures played
Not tired man I know.
One good eye, and I
A friend allied –
Scribbling details
Of his battle not yet won.
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January 25, 2005 – A poem about Business Edit This
Beware of Engines.
Beware of engines,
Say the men of oil and dust
Working for their fathers,
Sons, before a heritage of trust.
Speaking heat and night of foundry bed,
Telling black and white of early call,
Cathedral spired beyond the fires –
Raising chalice cast from iron trust.
To worshiped stitch of boilerplate
To lathe contented steel – not men,
All bowed before a final wailed hoot –
Not thinking of their labour lost
Or industry not yet turned to rust.
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January 19, 2005 – A poem about Belief Edit This
Leap.
Tell me how
to make the leap,
the hop from here
to where I want to be.
Show me how
to arc my thoughts
to someplace
new.
Help me
scale the hurdles,
jump the fences,
cut the bindings –
banish gravity!
And I promise,
I’ll move closer
to the island
that is
you.
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January 17, 2005 – A poem about Fear, Situations Edit This
Scared of Water.
I was thinking about you
All your things in readiness
Held in a drawstring bag
Clutched like pearl and trove
in netted treasure sack.
You, looking so … little
And scared in the blue
Of losing cool and shine
Of forgetting who you are
At the mercy of cold hands
Lying passive and waiting –
How like a fish jumped
Into strange waters!
Minutes rising, countdown’s pull,
Of meeting bloodied dark
Of growing fate through stir
And current that tugs and calls
Like black queen crawfish
Moving in a mystery game.
How cruel such creatures are
That make me think of you,
Sifting the night sounds
Tossing and turning but not moving
Stilled beneath cutting sheets
Of ripple click and midnight tuck
Of care that feels like harm,
Pin-dropped cold in the pool
And drifting, where no-one knows.
But yet, I think of you
And time rushes as if water
Flowing free the crusted hold
A return to whom you know
In joy of being – of belonging
Back to friendship’s spoils
And the untethered laughter
Of good times swirling endlessly
Like unhooked river trout
Playing in whitewater smile.
I was thinking about you, and know
You will race the stream again.
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January 15, 2005 – A poem about Humanity, Lyrics Edit This
Hush.
This one’s for the quiet ones,
The ones who sit and wait –
The people watching at the back
Depended on to take the slack.
This one’s for the mild souls,
The some who stir no waves,
The some preferring calm
To seas that fool the brave.
To gentle hearts like yours
With softened beats step forward
In hushed and gentle ways,
This one’s for the quiet ones
And the treasure patience pays.
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January 14, 2005 – A poem about Words, Friendship Edit This
Voice.
Finally we find more than words
And they sing like wineglass bells
Beneath the cold stoke of night
That calls our circumvented soul
Deep as moss, high as swallow call
Like wistful sighs in the steamroom
Or a child’s lonely cry in the mall
Buoyed against our wanderings
More than tone, more than sound
Your voice alone was waiting
With such wisdom to be heard.
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January 12, 2005 – A poem about Belief, Lyrics Edit This
Plastic Mantra.
Goddamn freaks!
What gives them the right
to be more enlightened than me?
I’ve paid my dues to humble servitude
and non-dyed collar platitudes.
Their cheesecloth talk and cosmic hop
is mere thrift sale Buddhist eclectic fop.
Arrrrrgh! Such positivism drives me crazy!
Through bleary nights and an empty glass
That’s where you’ll find the promised way
From bar-stool muse to sucker fool blues
In one queasy step – right foot tripping left
Through the urinated alley that is life.
It IS easy – just stumble over here,
and buy another beer.
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– A poem about Fear, Situations Edit This
Before the Climb.
Please know that yours is not a lost cause.
You will sidestep these horrid, barren gulleys
These concerns ascending though purity’s tears
From here, you will climb still further
Up, through the mist toward sky’s veil
Where some have fallen, and some have paused
Amongst stalagmites chiselled by unkind wind
You will smile at ancient lichen etched in quartz
You will face cold stone’s grimace and find anchor
Beyond knowing and the known, beyond today
Beyond tomorrow and life’s tremulous hold.
There is always the memory of you.
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January 10, 2005 – A poem about Words, Lust Edit This
Functional.
Just a quickie,
nothing meaningful.
Us, mutually together
for a moment or two.
Just you and I, sharing
the company of words,
but craving more than
a one line stand.
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– A poem about Technology Edit This
Please Reboot.
Wiring crossed and timing slow
Confused and dumb with protocols
Of socketblocks and battery slack
One inch forward – ten feet back.
An odd-sock day of coffee stains
And soapy eyes and missing calls
From breakfast spills on muddy shoes
To milk that turns through needled toes.
A scrabble round for peace of mind
From late return of bills unpaid
To black night search for blue-ink books
And here now lost in overflow
Running, from my worried looks.
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January 5, 2005 – A poem about Puzzles Edit This
Nothing.
Nothing here is real,
And nothing is revealed,
For the stirrings that you feel,
are just secrets you conceal.
And nothing here is true,
For the foibles that were you
Became the missing clues,
In the puzzle we both knew.
Nothing more is nothing less
than nothing said.
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January 4, 2005 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Spinning.
They say the earth is shrinking.
Like a loose stitched spinning ball
Thrown from backyard stretch to garden hold
Over fence and border row
Through trees and wind and sky
Even across mountains and sea
And there is you, shouting for the catch
Then me, aiming my baggy-limbed throw
And both of us – clutching the cusp
Of the world, spiralling between
The dust on which we shuffle
And our yearning arms.
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December 29, 2004 – A poem about Fear, Humanity, Flesh & Bone Edit This
Hammer’s Call.
The water cries
Through bloated hands
Outstretched to catch
The slamming doors
That one by one
Undo their hold.
They, the nailed souls
Pummelled and bent
Now held below
Like corroded pins
In ocean’s spill
Bleached and sunk
And stilled in fall.
Waiting for the hammer
and its weary call.
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December 22, 2004 – A poem about Words Edit This
Hail the Strange Ones.
Poets are weirdos.
They can’t help it, they just are.
Not for them the bravura strange
Of painters, or stucco bloom
Of eccentric musicians.
Poets are just plain …odd.
Look at them – shuffling thoughts
On scribbled worry scraps
Memento pointing treasure maps
Of found ideas on midnight notes
Squirreled safely away like eels
In the pockets of a hobo.
And then, they speak!
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December 21, 2004 – A poem about Love, Technology Edit This
Don’t Resist.
I must admit
to an obsession.
24 feels like 72 without you.
You are illuminated gold
for unkempt souls like I.
I’m here, every night.
Hunched like a fortress archer
stooping down to spy
on the blinking hearts
that stumble by.
You are skeleton wish-skin,
like crisp white parchment
blown through the stillness
of damp alleyways waiting
for elegant replies.
I don’t wish to tear
the twin suede binds you bring;
habit and urge – the addictions
you have become. I love you,
in another guise.
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December 20, 2004 – A poem about Family Edit This
P r e t t y .
Fix sequined hearts
to outstretched firs,
and spotlight’s catch
on needle arms.
Hang foiled smiles
then bury them
in green of dawn and wait
for gold-noosed days.
Come sparklesnakes
and silvered dew
and chocolate
in the mornings.
This time of year,
this very night,
this very moment –
let us decorate
the trees!
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December 18, 2004 – A poem about Love Edit This
Breeched.
I am smiling
like an upturned boat
flipped over by the sea of you,
suddenly caught on the turn.
I let go the sail and hold
nothing more than memories,
for you are the ocean on which I drift,
now surrendered to moontide’s pull
and salt-kissed wandering.
Where are you taking me?
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– A poem about Nature Edit This
Conversation.
We listen
The trees urge us to
For noise in the noise
For voices crying out
And solitary melodies
Resting on their hanging limbs
Resting in their bellied boughs
Resting at the roots of the hill.
Sounds of tumbling leaves
On temple stone and sandcastles
And avatars and StumbleBlogs
Changing the space around us
All for contentment’s sake.
The only thing time gives;
To build, to create, to generate –
The singers not the song
Bringing hope when we listen
In this flooded wood.
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December 15, 2004 – A poem about Love, Family Edit This
Songbird.
There is one,
in the many sweet voiced souls.
Singing proud like a joyous bell
amid the peel of fluted tones
through cherried cheeks
and beauty’s song.
She is mine, and I am proud
of her, dancing beyond the crowd –
a voice apart of lilting gild
that brushes single tear’s fall
upon this love that hides
within my melting heart.
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December 13, 2004 – A poem about Lust, Technology Edit This
Download.
I’m your hot-fix #1
Moving round the world
From point to point
And peer to peer
From here to there
Through protocols
Of packet ping
And patch plug-ins
From screen to screen
And transfering
Extensions to our
progress tracking
Completion pending.
Just don’t stop!
Click me again!
Oh click me good.
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December 12, 2004 – A poem about Love, Cosmicity, Lyrics Edit This
Ether.
We are
velvet shadows
dusk plumed
tides of light
like star-torn
wandering chase
from wind sent
moonsong sighs,
sensing call
of crescent arms
through weave
of you and I.
Skyward,
like laughter –
young nightbirds
in veiled flight
like hopeful seeds
to the breeze.
Oh we are ghosts
tonight.
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– A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Supine Way.
Saltbed
shadows slow
behind time
behind me
behind you.
Softslew
seeds sow
beyond mine
beyond we
beyond soon.
Smoothtone
somnolent show
before rhyme
before sea
before moon.
Stonewalled
serpents
suppose.
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December 1, 2004 – A poem about Senses Edit This
Brian Wilson.
I believe in Brian Wilson
and the beauty of melancholia
and the things going on
between the notes.
There’s a conduit
we can’t quite hold
the sound of us
growing old.
So yeah,
I believe.
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– A poem about Memories, Lyrics Edit This
Sporting Chance.
All he wants is
a sporting chance
for him to do
the big boy dance
the slippery pass
from youth to man
the yards to catch
and moves to plan
all markers that
he needs to pass,
beyond his awkward
backfield glance.
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November 30, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
(rem)Ember.
Now,
she glows.
Like a half-closed eye
soil blacked and dust edged,
cupped in the bowl of my palm.
Like the chalky rhodolite glow
of apache tears in the moonlight;
Warm, not burning – just
comfortably luminescent,
remembering the flame.
I watch her noble stand
against my fuel-less hand
and whistle breeze
to kindle thoughts,
of how we
used to
be.
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November 29, 2004 – A poem about Fear, Lyrics Edit This
Only One.
I am pillow bound
to cradle hold
and rest my head
on crumbled ground.
I am willow sound
in river fold
and test my dread
of humble gold.
I am shallows found
in winter’s cold
bad times ahead –
a thousandfold.
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– A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Beat Above.
Here’s to the Moon!
White skin stretched
and surface tuned
like a drum waiting
for rhythmic palms
and curious eyes.
Just look up
and play!
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– A poem about Belief Edit This
Mountain Rivals.
The Buddha and the Banjo
stand at the foot of a hill
and Banjo says; “I’ll race you” –
so Buddha nods; “You will”
With this the banjo frails
some pattern rolls into the air –
racing Buddha’s wind to mountain top
when he is already there.
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November 25, 2004 – A poem about Technology, Flesh & Bone Edit This
Tired.
Hello blue screen friend
Facing me beyond the glass
With eyes like tent peg holes
Hammered but not holding
The molten spent-wax bowls
Capturing final glow of
Night and time deferred
Poised like patient ornaments
That stare into the firmament
And wait for shooting stars
But sleep before they come.
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November 23, 2004 – A poem about Puzzles Edit This
Mystery Play.
What goes on in Party Room #1?
Up the three-tiered powder coated stairs
Above the standard frippery
Young mums know of attended fun
And tight banister climb to high-window
Ledged behind the plastic green.
Just take your shoe code –
And present it at the door.
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November 22, 2004 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
Stonepoem’s Mash.
Fresh
mashed
potatoes
with cream
and black
pepper
plus a hint
of chopped
garlic –
built
into a
hill-like
mound then
sprinkled
lavishly with
crushed hazlenuts
or pistachios
and copious cubes
of dolcellata cheese
(any blue will do).
Baked until crusty gold.
and ideally served
with tender Salmon
and sweet chutney –
following a
marijuana
starter .
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November 21, 2004 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Airport-3am.
There, he walks,
towards night polished floors
and fluorescent halls
with open cradled hands
waiting for something more.
His restless sauntering,
from pine-tree car to neon door,
clasped by shocked moon air
through nostrils clipped
like moth-winged frost
and cigarettes.
No-one sees anyone here,
that’s why he comes.
For here is calmed
by nothing more than
pale coffee spills
and empty echo calls –
no distracted solitaire
in this abandoned whale hall.
There is just enough to see
but not enough to hear,
of white noise elevated
above daylight residues
in silent bench and bell.
And now he sits quietly,
like an actor ruminating
over a difficult audition –
re-running all the things
that should be said.
Bottom floor – lowest level,
baggage claim – thinking…
among the reverbed booths.
His question spot –
where confusions disappear,
beyond polite knowing glance
and hollow announcements.
Beyond the awkward entourage
of worry and complication.
Here, just him and the night staff,
invaluable backstage helpers all
moving the props in readiness
for tomorrow.
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– A poem about Love, Words Edit This
Unspoken.
How many words are there
Hiding behind the trees
Lying on dampened clay
Like pieces of fallen sky
Downed amongst the leaves.
Who feigns to voice
Our once danced swallow call
Now earthly staged before the night?
Who notes these patterns bound
By silvered threads of awakening
Unpicked in meanings found?
And now, the warm caress of … this
Our fumbled hold in nature’s furl
With passioned gulps of lover’s dew –
Overflowing, with everything
I need to say to you.
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November 20, 2004 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Shared Ground.
We cling
to the wreck
of our respect
both scared
to venture beyond
the broken island
on which we stand.
Steady, but churlish
on the currents
like tiny splinters
in gulley hold
of waited roar
and waves compelled
to driftwood claim.
Us, craving foothold
on the fading shore.
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November 17, 2004 – A poem about Words Edit This
15 mins.
Fifteen
minutes
and counting
That’s all
I’ve got
But don’t watch
the clock
I am tapping
on these keys
waiting
for some thoughts
to come to me
But now ten mintes
is all I have
that’s less
than I had
before
Where did
the minutes go?
Oops – now it’s
down to eight
and they’ve
gone again
Thing is,
I can’t be late
or make
people wait
Whilst I’m on seven
then I should
perhaps surmise
or offer
finishing lines
maybe
then wisely save
the final five
for edItIng
and cut ‘n’ paste.
Who knows?
There’s three to go
and now I’m
feeling low
Have I said
anything of note?
Have I spoken
to you?
Too late!
I’ve stopped
tapping on the keys
Waiting for thoughts
to come to me.
Thoughts? (0)
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November 16, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity, Nature Edit This
Weird Times.
I am seeing less,
but more than Summer’s tired flare
On litmus sky above tapered mound
and rough-torn tissue paper hill.
I fall below the errant wind,
under etched-mist tears big as Oaks
that sense call rippled nature’s bell
and threaded cloud in wonder’s curl.
I feel something growing in this land
See it glow with change and knowing –
It is a time of flow and rise.
These sudden sparks of joy
are freaking me.
Thoughts? (0)
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November 15, 2004 – A poem about Age Edit This
Foal.
Young for five minutes.
How do you know
how to stand?
Unsteady feat.
What do you know
of the land?
Calmed for us.
How can we begin
to understand?
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November 13, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Shake.
Shuffled
On the gold-pan
River swelled
Beyond the bank
The glint of you
Remains unseen
Beneath the gravel
Shunted frame
All but watertwist
Flow of silt caress
And soft motion firm
On change’s ground
Brightest sparkle
In the vortex swirl
Our shaken joy
Of quivered hold
Against the pull.
Thoughts? (0)
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November 11, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Dreamwalker.
Step across the Sleepscape
Travel sandman’s track of night
Raise a torch above the walkways
So I may see the light.
Jump the dreampulse arc between us
Ride the curl of torpor’s tail
For you are moonlight’s pillowed muse
In the dreams that you ignite.
Thoughts? (0)
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November 9, 2004 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
Centrifuge.
Meanwhile,
the world spins
and strange string
pulls the gyroscope
on arms of time.
Hard truth rolls
this drawn arch bow
rounding glass spine
compass reel.
Above the poles
like clunky kids
on dusty fairground ride
skipping caller’s dance
of push-tin picadors
and broken wheels.
May you always glide
circling in blithe orbit,
grasping slipstream
haloed bracelet sky –
defying grace’s fall.
Thoughts? (0)
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November 4, 2004 – A poem about Flesh & Bone Edit This
Strange Hotel.
Upstairs, downstairs, everywhere
Name calling ladies with cherry turned smiles
Soothing the nervous, feeding trolley clatter rolled
Adjusting the clocks that see and know.
Now in muted wait, for the bedded and begowned
White faced examined in skipped partner glance
All made do and mended in vertigo truths
When a room’s laughter turns.
Notice the polite camaraderie?
Breezing through anodyne corridors –
Redolent – like a dusky walk gone cold
A blank page turns in a musty magazine
Like the hoping shuffle of the fearful,
Towards the tip-toes of the well
Here, there’s no checking in
– just trolley spin.
I hate this
strange
hotel.
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– A poem about Situations Edit This
Nearly Out of Breath.
There must be more than dust
and footprints marking chalkfoot climb.
Onto bent leaf trail and belly of hills
who views the haloes of seeds you plant,
who knows their downwind bloom?
You have grown along the way
soil scratched and tilled with mannered care,
stamped contoured paths for those not near
the remembered first stepped falls
of youth alone that dare not yield.
So pause to raise a harvest high,
hold up trophies found for all to spy –
be prideful in what your shoulders bear
then turn, towards the rise
where you head now.
Thoughts? (0)
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October 31, 2004 – A poem about Nature Edit This
Fishes.
With kindly arms, layered in cold
a child scatters bread across water folds.
His arch of energy watched skirmishly
through broken reed-bed end of summer’s hold.
He knows; here they lie, the open-mouthed
battle weary hopes that ache for different tales,
meniscus stirred by ripples in the distant manifold.
To be the first to gather from happenstance
to forget the dragging ballast of concern,
to be ahead in the race to grow untethered.
This is what is craved a thousandfold.
From a distance, the amused child looks on
enjoying the animated turbulence,
thrilled with these ripples of influence.
Watching, wanting, willing –
inquisitive in his scatter.
He urges on this swim of souls
and sees the weakest being bold.
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October 28, 2004 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
Steeple’s Fall
I am just
a plain being.
Not equipped
for complication,
carving driftwood thoughts
not swords for battle cry.
Yet still I sense
the driving spurs
and quickening urged –
the gilded goads,
of knowing
you.
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October 27, 2004 – A poem about Memories Edit This
Uncle John
Sore thumbs
devoutly uncool
otherwise voiceless
radio ghost.
Who else
melts the years?
Ordinary bloke
voice of a lifetime
touchstoned
sound champion.
33 at 45rpm,
fluid grace and hope
for grumpy old.
I will miss you,
Uncle John.
(Dedicated to John Peel)
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October 26, 2004 – A poem about Fear Edit This
Tomorrow
I’m gonna do it.
This thing I’ve been diverting from.
No more sidestepping the situation
Or jumping desert sweat on hotplate rock
Or leaving fly-spun fruit in crusted brook.
This has simmered away in hope, for long enough.
Like pressured steam from the very vent of me –
Excuses, promises, commitment – all lost in the boil
The condensed atoms of ‘if’ and ‘but’ –
Like rolling mist, clinging,
To a mountainside.
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October 25, 2004 – A poem about Humanity Edit This
Containment
We sleep and live in boxes,
drive to work in cubes on wheels
then we settle in our cubicles
and stare at cornered squares.
THIS space is not contained.
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– A poem about Words Edit This
Service Announcement
This is temporary
of little consequence
a small thing
minor in relevance
a stop-gap thought.
Inconsequential,
indeterminate,
unimportant.
Please ignore.
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– A poem about Words Edit This
Words Fail Me
My meltwax grin is all
I have to share tonight
about the situation I am in.
Me, leaning forward – shrugging
in gallow grimace hold,
before the tightened fate
of our humanity.
I know too well,
this scaffold smile, holding
optimism’s flame up high.
A fading beacon in the gloom,
like dusk kite in the crow of night,
or slowing twist of last leaf fall.
This is all I want to say.
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October 21, 2004 – A poem about Words Edit This
Dominos
These
are
the
many
standing
parallel
like
snakepine
bones
or
druid
stones
in
landslip
line
these
are
the
sleepers
laid
with
fingers
like
matchstick
burns
and
dry-clench
knots
in
twisted
twine
these
are
they
that
mark
the
complex
track
that
shape
the
pensive
oxbow
slack
so
stand
and
contemplate
the
end
so
push
away
the
first
to
learn;
there
are
many
many
folds
to
you
and
I.
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October 20, 2004 – A poem about Words Edit This
Justice.
This is where
I set the record straight.
Where the ills or innocents of the day
get just desserts in front of you – the judge and jury.
Line up your forfeiture of events and thoughts,
Unpick the complex truths of what and whom you see.
Examine the motives that lead us here.
For you, are the studied voice of reason,
that prosecutes, yet defends
and speaks for the accused.
I am poetic.
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October 18, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Rare Essence.
Remember how it smells?
See the beauty that is becomed?
Feel the snapback and know this;
You are awakening.
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– A poem about Cosmicity, Friendship Edit This
Coal-eyed Friend.
Who sends this black cat
now crossing my ankles?
Dancing over toes,
see-sawing my shins,
like a skittish autumn leaf
circling the root of me.
It brings strange energies –
dark-spirals of attention.
This purring transduction,
making me wonder.
Is it you?
In another form?
What do you want?
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– A poem about Friendship, Lyrics Edit This
Barcode Rocker.
There’s a rocker in the supermart
buying beans and budget ham.
Judging standard over premium,
counting measures, in the cans.
Cool dude, in the freezer row
basking in the frosted glow.
Checking chilled goods’ turn
of sell-by date – and bargains
in the dry ice snow.
He’s queuing with the rest of us,
no adulation in the aisles.
No signs up on the shopfloor plan,
No icons for his style.
Did you see him do the kitchen roll?
Know his genius at the salad bar?
Feel the presence of a superstar
choosing tuna over caviar?
Look, there he is –
waving coupons! Pinching pence,
from our ordinary circumstance.
And there! He signs an autograph,
smiling – grooving, riffing.
A Rockstar, in the checkout jam.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Memories, Lyrics Edit This
Tangles
Once,
there was a boy
with knotted hands,
unpicking twisted fishing line,
trying not to hear his father’s sigh.
hard for him to figure out
the patterns in the tangle,
scrunched-up
in puzzle
weave.
Next,
he was a youth,
no longer on the bank,
sorting awkward circumstance
learning how to dance,
with stumbling feet against
self-conscious shift of age.
so tough, to choose a stance,
the right or left
of teenage
steps.
Then,
he was a man,
laying out blueprint plans,
tracing wires to broken lights,
fumblimg gasps before the night.
lumpen on the needlewire
with darkness rushing on,
dropping all in race to fix,
an urgent flame to
candlesticks.
Now,
he is old.
balancing on memories,
pinching out the kinks
from thread of final days.
with heavy limbs to sort out pins,
unpicking matted ball of who is –
unraveling reasons why,
and now, he understands
his father’s
sigh.
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– A poem about Flesh & Bone Edit This
Blank.
Today, I curse my dead-leg soul.
Like a flatlined heart – no spike
or charge to spur me on.
Nothing here but vacant signs
and sombre stares in morning rise.
Like clipboard foolscap waiting
for scrawl from a pen without ink.
Oh damn this weary me!
I feel so numb – so empty,
I feel so …
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October 11, 2004 – A poem about Belief Edit This
Crop.
May your god walk with you
as you step through truth unknown
with outstretched arms that mark the hours
towards the growth along your way.
A choice of faith, of credo hewed –
grown from seed that you alone have sown,
the seasoned fruit you now devour,
strong-rooted deep in cold loam and clay.
See the branches growing tall and true?
Parade their fertile climb above the stones,
show your harvest and its wondrous power,
to those who reap not beauty from the day.
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October 10, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity, Nature Edit This
Why Write About The Sky?
All know
blue ivory cover,
and veined ghosts
of storm and rain.
And blood rush wind
conducting orchestras
of leaves, like thread
from endless tapestry.
All towards the slow pulse
glow of every turning moon –
the very things we see
and share.
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October 7, 2004 – A poem about Flesh & Bone Edit This
Sleeptalker.
Torn between
the spirit and the day –
the nightime thought
that stays with me.
Tugged, like
a weary christmas ritual,
still wise and rugged
though – like the last
clear glass on
a scratched bauble.
Where goes this twilight
sort of ponderosity?
In a tiny instant
before sleep,
before dreams
before black;
It is … divine.
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October 6, 2004 – A poem about Friendship, Situations Edit This
You Can. . .
Ride the wind,
above tip toe ice
below a snowblind sun.
Quieten the roar
of pin drops
in the waterfall.
Whistle on flames
of lava mound
then, drink the rain.
You are fearless.
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October 4, 2004 – A poem about Memories, Family Edit This
Unexploded.
When we found the bomb, it was rusted.
like an abandoned mower fallen down,
rotting amongst the roots and moss
a grey backed breakfast for worms
with insect insignia barely visible.
Under the lost brown over-run
of its shattered iron case.
I think it was you who first tripped
over this blunt cutter of men
lying for years unknown
in the peaceful forest green.
It was size of two strong arms –
reaching out to us through
the softbed verdant floor.
Before, we were boys –
bored of the gravel track, wanting
wild trees and Action Men
and McQueen punched jaws –
anything but old men’s roads.
Then, Dad told us; “Go on! Run off!
Find something really exciting to do!”
That’s exactly what we did.
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– A poem about Love, Lust, Lyrics Edit This
Nocturne.
I remember,
the Vetiver night –
all pillow scented
innocence
and star-fueled lust
of youth.
We, as lovers
sharing delighted air
deep, below
the honeyed ocean thrall
in flow and pull,
of sense’s haul.
Tuned high
like piccolo snares
in the grand pre-amble
of life – before
the musty quiet
theatre bow.
You and me,
velvet fleshed,
brushing the skin
of our very being
against the inner folds
of who we were, and are.
Endless,
Complex,
Compelling.
I looked into your eyes
and saw it all.
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September 30, 2004 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
Strange Parcel.
Man,
I’m still
on broken shells
waiting for a signal
to open up the box.
Hoping, for something
that says; “It is OK –
now I understand.
it was vain to think
the world is just for me”
But all I hear is tiny
cocoon wails from a spoilt
toyless child within
the soggy wool old news.
Scrunched, but wanting,
I’m trying hard – not to tear
the bubble wrap of scratch inside.
Pulling fist and knot of everything,
to nail some loose tape slack.
But what I get is blunted,
tweezered looks – that never help.
Then I realise. Indignant,
scornful tools are not
enough.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 28, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Meeting Place.
At night, in the pear orchard –
that’s where I will swoon and roll,
warmed as a firefly – like an ember
blown beyond this life I know.
So high, the guilded memory moon
that glows as if a silvered hole,
through which my wantings rise
then fall, as I am kissed
by dusk and dustlight call.
In time, I’ll mingle with the starlost
leap unbound, in sweet-seed air.
But now, I’ll seek the honest breeze –
and fall in love with tumbling midnight
leaves, like scattered souls.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Entwined.
String controls
the puppeteer
pulled as he
walks to lean.
Fate dangles
a pulley cord,
to the choices
of a king.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 27, 2004 – A poem about Nature Edit This
Question.
Born under greendown farmer’s scar,
but now amongst the pinched ones –
a child of earth to man-made stone
is walking through the grey.
In cities armour, there we are
pedestrian stiff-coat bones.
Sometimes, no mirth
for what we have become,
or knowledge dare not known,
the emptiness we help to hone.
O’ child of grass-seed skies
when will you help us seek,
to gaze renewed – in curiousity,
in splendour of wonder’s
perfect way?
Thoughts? (0)
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September 26, 2004 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
Close-up
You are not quite
as I’d imagined –
more … tenacious,
and defined.
Noble boned,
and crafted –
in the cliff-edged
haul of everything.
Steel eyed too,
like a motherbird
on guard – guessing
tomorrow’s wind.
But you too look
weary of being wary.
Let me reassure you;
of the many waves
claiming the shore,
or of the winds
against the plume,
I am only one.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 23, 2004 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Nightlight Wind
You want something. Faster, more lucid –
real moments that are sharp, not blurred.
The slippage of mortality is rushing you,
like wind to a candleflame at the start
of its final gleam and flicker.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Love, Cosmicity, Technology Edit This
We Transcend
Don’t blink or shiver, but I am with you now.
Right at this moment – beamed through the wires,
soft-breathing across the bones of you.
Relax, feel my curious spirit near – go on!
Concentrate; let your shoulders fall
and the worries roll – be conscious of
the tensions sloping down.
Here, let me help. I’m raising my arms,
waving spectral palms your way,
circling with unseen fingertips –
willing you on as you read,
sensing the electricity and flow
of who you really are,
and want to be.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 21, 2004 – A poem about Love, Situations Edit This
Her Poem
Oh, she is the damnation of me.
Letting me taste from the cup,
but taking it away before I sip.
I am just a blind man crashing
through the glass factory of her,
opening box after box, but never
finding the cold-lipped chalice.
She pulls from me. Like a yacht
on a windless day, hauled across beach
by the angry parent of a sulky child.
I am trying to finish a jigsaw; peeling
edges not quite straight and middle gone.
Why did she take the missing piece?
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– A poem about Age, Situations Edit This
Waiting
Balanced on cotton thread
with arms aloft – struggling
to catch each word
wishing for the night-latched birds
of tissue bed and sleeping soft,
and back to life normality.
She says;
“Come, fly to me”.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 20, 2004 – A poem about Words Edit This
Hello
I am a poem.
Not as complicated
as perhaps I like to think,
but maybe a bit confused.
There’s a contradiction
between who I am
and who I want to be.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Situations Edit This
3 x 3 x 3
Me, so proud
of your fortitude
despite the pain.
You, grown up
beyond your years
strong with hope.
Let me help
with all these
nasty horrid things.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 19, 2004 – A poem about Nature, Lyrics Edit This
Kiss and Tell
It is nearly time
for green to graphite grey,
from summer’s baton pass
to wet edged days and shadow snatch.
The last gasp vivid glow,
a final flare from nature’s lamps –
the scurry from the light of day,
to autumn’s tired call.
Gone now strokes of sun,
and arms of hope upon our backs –
warming the glue of us.
Steel clouds are on their way,
dulling stars and scent of meadow
in midnight now we dread,
smudging slush of rain soaked sky.
Smell the damp mortar return,
feel your very fibres change,
fear the crisp night wind
sucking though the frame,
and know – this is the first kiss
and tell of winter’s wail.
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September 15, 2004 – A poem about Words Edit This
All Hail the BrokenBound
Here’s to the sons and daughters of the black crow quill,
with their moon soaked scrawls that never still.
I adore these scratched iterators of positive intent
moving through scribbled situations,
calming worries mere mortals
must ferment.
If life is trite – an open book,
all crooked texts and ink splat truths,
then these souls of word illuminate
the stilted ways in which,
we often look.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 14, 2004 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Huckster
Are you truly a fool?
Or just prodding,
the ant-heap of argument
for the sake of it?
Why do you enjoy watching
your up-ended antagonisms
falling out?
For sure, you can stoke
the steam of despise and spoil,
but your ego still flags.
So what is the point of you?
Your tools are blunt, and
they won’t cut through my paper.
Well, I’ve clicked my heels
and I know.
You are nothing more
than a spiteful grotesque,
pulling the easy levers behind
the fake wizard grimace of
an intimidating mask.
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– A poem about Age Edit This
Back Through the Memory Hole
In the unlit tunnel of your thoughts;
stuffed to the joists with memories,
piled high like mildewed dominoes
or musty blankets under the stairs.
Buckled buttresses struggle, like
tangled roots in cracked terracotta,
bulging from the squeeze and huff
of loose unlabelled circumstance.
You used to dutifully lay down
this priceless cargo of recollection –
comfort-stacking against the wall
the dusty happenings within your life.
Now, shoved-in – no weave or industry;
life payloads crushed and buckled,
shapeshifted by the pressure shove.
Torn by the strongarm pull of age
Thoughts? (0)
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September 9, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity, Age Edit This
Answer
Listen!
You are too young to touch the stars.
They’ve been put beyond our reach
to keep them clean from naive grasp.
Tissue origami in the space wind
should never be unfolded.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Nature Edit This
Viewpoint
Near one foot on Wiseman’s Bridge
the bosky dance of trees to teal sea.
shot-slewed on the grey incline
down toward the quartzite bed.
Joyful, feeling the soft tongued
ardent lick of bridled sun,
running down the scallop edge
of the valley, but still seeing –
all through crossthread eye.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 8, 2004 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
One of My Friends is Me
My friend.
We’ve known each other
for as long as I can remember.
Like wheels on a bicycle,
one powering – the other, steering.
Dodging the rockish flip and flop
that life sometimes hurls upon the road.
Since early on; laughing, crying and muddling.
Through the rambling mechanism of it all,
laughing with – not at. Crying alongside,
not because of. I’ll recall us always cheering,
our steps together aside the rut and tangle of life.
Then, there is your awkward, morning grin!
Watching the scrape of my sleepy eyes;
squeezing toothpaste onto the day’s brush –
whispering sound advice, reminding me not to mumble,
making sure, I finish all my … sentences.
And now, there is someone waving a finishing flag,
I look for you to see it too. But where is that grin?
Where is the swagger of the only one who holds me up
when I have no right to stand? Where are you my friend?
Show me again! Unfurl my confidence – offer your calm surety,
help me once more to grasp the way of things.
Thoughts? (0)
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September 7, 2004 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
Stoner in the Ball Pool
“Are you a Hendrix man?”
…says the young stoner,
pony-tailing the ball pool,
guarding his voodoo chiles
with an alabaster grin.
Through the rope fence,
he ducks behind painted
door to turn his music up
and, er, change the mood.
We are different he and I.
But kin, like ying and yang,
tapping out Jimi rhythms,
grooving secretly among
the sandwiched families.
My kind of theme park.
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– A poem about Flesh & Bone Edit This
The Boy Who Swam
Who was he trying to impress?
The splash of him certainly announced some intent
but the tortuous to and fro of his flailing arms
and the stuttered line of his path worried me.
Out beyond the others, on the tip-toes of youth
but lonely in the trawl. Why did he swim,
so recklessly?
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September 6, 2004 – A poem about Memories Edit This
Saltrock
A little girl sobs on the beach,
tears as inevitable as falling waves
whimpering, down the folded dune
of her soaked opal face – her treasure
lost and rolled in with the multitude.
Into the age of us of through winded grain
and then to stubborn rock – like a wayward cell
off a sand-beetle’s back. I try to explain;
Even the most beautiful pebble on the shore
is just a stone when you take it home.
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September 5, 2004 – A poem about Nature Edit This
Lapping
I urge you, heed the pull of tide!
Surrender to the progenies of her push and pull
across clenched toes and red arched backs –
brushing us like fleets of soft milk necklaces.
Contemplate the glassy shivers she brings
the backward gasp of her shuddered roll,
rippling through the very bones of you.
Wonderful are her splinter-glinted shoals,
the diving loop of current’s teeth and wave,
moving bed and pushing sandbank mound.
Over and over she invites our stay –
let us be joyous in the swim.
Thoughts? (0)
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August 21, 2004 – A poem about Art Edit This
Sculptor and Stone
When does nature turn to art?
Here he stands,
Raising hot dust from cold
Trying to fashion beauty
From brutish chisel
Strike and scratch.
Passioned blows
Seeking form, in form
Already there.
Not knowing when
These vain stabs cease
Makes him wonder.
Thoughts? (0)
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August 20, 2004 – A poem about Fear Edit This
Hiding
We are crawling
Under the beams
Dodging flashlights
Without being seen
Yet still we crane to see
Through the darkened glass
Of who we want to be
Whispering to be opened
To be unwrapped before
The time of what may happen yet
Staying curled up like infants
Ball shadow flat against the wall.
In fear, of what we may become.
Thoughts? (0)
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August 18, 2004 – A poem about Words, Art Edit This
One Hand Applauds
Oh, the whispers we might hear
if we stayed silent in the noise
listening to the audience
and not the sound of
our own voice.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Age Edit This
See My Tarnished Bones
The squeaking wheels
Are sluggish as they rust
The stamp of age scratched
On pitted path that’s wandering.
A line that can’t be thread or cut
Like the tin-dented rings of seasons
Marking joyous turn of the sun
Laughing when I hadn’t heard the joke
Or looked inside the strongarm jar.
In a bleached picture of unglued frame
Naked and kinked with over-use
Glasscracked in the prang and crash
Of hoisted eyes and start agains.
Once again, fresh cotton pressure creased
Smooth cornerered in turn and rough
But now in permanent tuckaway fold
Knowing that I am more than old.
Thoughts? (0)
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August 17, 2004 – A poem about Belief Edit This
Where You Left Them
I believe,
we are made of keys;
for locks that interlock.
The more I can open,
the closer we will get.
Arggggh! I’m always losing them.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Situations Edit This
Torrent
The fallen trees
of who you were
hiding from today
are now an angry dam
holding back the roar and flow
where should be stream
and gulley tempered gleam.
The things you said
just tiny matchsticks in the swhirl,
or riverdust in the swell.
Like helpless ants in the water –
massed behind the downhill pull.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Situations Edit This
Solace
Worry is the purest form of prayer
a mantra in the grey of wavering
the voiced meter of our concerns
quoting the prophets of doubt.
Thoughts? (0)
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August 16, 2004 – A poem about Nature Edit This
The First Raindrop
Before sleep,
I heard the tinkering of rain
and it made me wonder.
Where did the first raindrop fall?
On garden, chalk or tarmac path?
In quiet kinship with the ocean?
Bouncing off the shoes of drunken love?
Ahead the fray of cloudburst,
succumbed in gravity of night?
Before, somewhere.
You MUST have felt, or seen, or heard.
The velocity of a solitary liquid crown,
shattering diamond-like in impact tears.
The lead in winter’s swarm.
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August 15, 2004 – A poem about Love, Memories Edit This
Deja Vu
We were like moonlit kites twisting wildly.
For a moment, escaping the tether and dangle of life –
untiying ourselves from the velvet smooth of night.
Windward held were we – on craving’s warm air.
Soaring vista birds, in follow and blissful rise;
High, above the spooled tail of humdrum days.
I recollect this thrill in flight. I remember us like this.
Lost in the circling entrancement of each other,
tissue-paper light in the eventide.
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– A poem about Words Edit This
Poemcoach
Thank you, you are right.
You have taken the time
to try and understand
what I’m about.
But I’m too embroidered.
Crossing the gap
where telling turns
to puzzle talk.
Hiding.
Behind riddled knots
just for show.
You have reminded me –
forget the vanity
of words.
Thoughts? (0)
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August 13, 2004 – A poem about Love, Cosmicity, Puzzles Edit This
Isle of Yew.
There’s a voice
amidst the noise of stars.
Feint, but distinctive.
Sawtoothed in wave
and cackle of ozone.
Sensed among the spark
and spin of planets through
the galaxy, like bats circling
flare-wicked candleflame.
The voice is calling.
Vague, repeating, passionate –
words that want me to understand.
Argh! I just can’t catch the drift:
“… all our youth … ill of you
… oil of hue … isle of yew …”
What is the sky trying to tell me?
Do you hear what it says?
Can YOU work this out?
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August 12, 2004 – A poem about Journeys Edit This
Get Me There
The road fools.
Innocence and trust
are far away.
You whisper in the engine whir.
Routes pass.
Through hungry night
Grinding me like
old teeth crunched
in ache and hope.
You grin in headlamp gleam.
No room to muse.
On more than road,
or space for touch
or breath of you.
But still I feel you – in the wheel.
Thoughts? (0)
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August 11, 2004 – A poem about Lust Edit This
Consume Immediately
O’ when will you devour me?
Turning me endlessly over the flames –
searing my tender heart like a cheap cut
on a queasy rack; hoping to be adored cuisine,
but ending up as drunken, mangled dogleg fat.
The heat and dry baste of you overpowers me,
spoils the subtle taste and sweetened juice of who I am.
The recipe, it clearly states: I need softening.
With marinade and seasoning – patiently prepared,
long before iron grill or flash pan griddled char.
And then, and only then with licking flames of care
will you slowly warm the tender flesh of me.
Thoughts? (0)
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August 10, 2004 – A poem about Puzzles Edit This
They
Who is this ‘I’ of whom everybody speaks?
They do seem very self pre-occupied.
How they feel and what they do,
it means something to them, obviously.
But what is ‘I’ to me and you?
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August 9, 2004 – A poem about Memories Edit This
Washpool
I found
a pentagram
scratched out.
White chalk scrawled
on a mossey pillar box
built to stop the Nazis
in Nineteen Forty-two.
It was claimed by older boys
looking for Slow-worms,
beyond some Nettles further on,
high as eyes they grew,
sliding up to the stern-bricked house,
to inventors & their witchy wives,
experimenting.
In the valley, rubbled and burned,
a ruined mill was where I hid.
Watching and listening.
In a place – flooded now by the seasons,
the peaks and piles of age softening,
stones and cindered beams
barely sneaking through.
Across and above.
the farmer’s burred curse fell
steeply down like a pushed log rolling
through the brambles, tumbling into secrets
displacing any innocence
in the flint stream below.
I found a pentagram
scratched out and scrawled
then it was claimed by older boys,
in the Washpool, on a pillar box
where Slow-worms shed their skin.
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– A poem about Love, Memories Edit This
Gone
She said she would let him know,
when she got there, and he’s
still waiting for a sign.
Sunday, six o’clock; forever,
preparing to pounce on nuances
of a shadow calling – showing
that she made it through.
Prideful in the chore of whittled hours,
marking his bide. Onward, pressing –
noble packet and stamp waste of days.
So now, he eats strawberries
at midnight, smokes cigarettes again.
Catches the shuttered doze and whiskey grey,
of dusk’s vague promise.
Up late, getting dressed even later.
Re-reading the scattered bedside papers
still addressed to both of them.
It’s Ok. It’s Sunday, six o’clock.
Thoughts? (0)
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August 6, 2004 – A poem about Words Edit This
Feed
Words,
are the chickenseed
of thoughts flying low.
For clipped wings,
in the coop on the hop
of circumstance jumping
weasels in the wire.
A means,
to candle the eggs
in our tenuity
of doubt.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Friendship Edit This
Difference Between
My logic about this is simple.
Your emotions are just too elegant
for me to understand.
My drive in saying this? I can’t swim
in the world around me like you can.
When you dream – I sleep.
I close these eyes of mine
but look at all you see!
The tree and not the leaves,
riding cusp between breath and sigh,
the song and not the singer,
grand paintings in the sky.
I’m counting the notches on the road
of a journey we both share. But you…
You, are already there.
Thoughts? (0)
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August 4, 2004 – A poem about Age Edit This
Rattle of Age
—– withdrawn———
I wanted to write
for someone I know in distress.
I ended up writing about them.
That’s not fair.
Thoughts? (0)
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August 3, 2004 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Sluice
These channels are too shallow
to catch this entire granularity
spilled from rippled fall.
Dug out by tired hands that fail
to grasp the strong downhil pull
of all they want to be and do.
The intent of tomorrow should be syphoned
from the silted discontent of today.
O’ will that gravity take care of such
complex and introspective activities!
Only then, might we find diamonds
within the lucid edged furrows
of cool clearwater’s flow.
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August 2, 2004 – A poem about Humanity Edit This
Rorschach
They see the devil riding
Dead ivy that clings
An inkblot weathered,
In climb over cold stone.
Insidious in ascent – like
Musty damp on the rise above
The otherworld, where urban wands
Spew roots to dusty tenement clinch.
Look upon the spoilt concrete vanity
Flourishing in this city of hasty rise
Watch impatient fall, and wonder.
What do you see?
Thoughts? (0)
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August 1, 2004 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Nightbird
Someone told me
you were once a bird
that forgot how to land.
With restless wings that ached
to leave steadiness of earthly hands.
In flighted glide (you said) because you knew
that our fitful ways were not for you.
But now, your night and spiralled tan
lights up the room in which I swoon
bewitched – by fleeting flash of interested eyes,
all perch and hold succumbed to slipstream touch.
Someone told me that you were once a bird that forgot how to land.
Now I understand.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 29, 2004 – A poem about Nature Edit This
On Salted Wind.
What in Heaven is nature doing now?
Her summer leaves are turning autumn brown
Some say it must be salted wind that blows
Such clement air for Aphid’s frothy crown.
But cause for rusted windburn on the green
Prefers the pause and muse of pagan wells
For grey futures not yet known or seen
Are heard like peeled notes from fractured bells.
She knows the leavened denature of ways
That bond the who we are – to how we’ve been
Staring oil blunted in stunted gaze
At slow decay of wonder’s stay unseen.
And so we blank the signals that she sends.
Complacency, denies our season’s end.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Love Edit This
Glow.
You are the amber snow
on the mountain top of who I am.
The electric arc glimmer
crossing the cold lake of me –
a white poppy in the rape
of my doubt
Thoughts? (0)
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July 28, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Lucksense
I found a four leaf clover
It wasn’t sought – it just occurred
For me to peer below my tread and look for trove of luck.
I’ve wished upon its rarity for payback of my random find
Willing some consideration in the grand schema of being
Yet still I wait like a worn old coin resting on its side
Hoping the blackened cat of happenstance will show
The way that things could fall.
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July 27, 2004 – A poem about Humanity Edit This
Voodoo in the News
Only the heated pins of questioning
Can melt this wax figured spin
That denies the state we’re in.
Muting the padded batteries of flattery
To begin the ritual Voudoun dance
Of trance to Legba’s altered flags.
Raise them high on the air of denial!
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Friendship Edit This
Calibration
Someone’s,
been cranking the handle
turning the gears of my day.
Mustering iron-like crunch of persistence
to tilt the balance of who I am.
They’ve been winding up the clock
with hands that circle the hours of my ways,
leveraging dedication with obligation,
and burdening my arms with plans to catch
the spinning cogs of responsibility.
I’ve been resisting the pull of these loaded wheels,
slipping the notches – slowing the steel pull of their load,
vaguely dodging my interlocked dependence on normality.
All this just to spy between twain and spite of grind –
straining to catch a fleeting glance of a silvered albatross,
cutting through the soaring blue above the machine.
That, is the beautiful distraction of you.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 24, 2004 – A poem about Nature Edit This
Goldfish
A fishball is
rotating round
the scrapes of
my luncheon
but only one
winner is in the
swim.
His shoalsnap
on the turn
of hunger’s tide
jumps at the sun
through surface
shroud.
I think of us
with all the
to and fro
of being, and
our own chase
for instinct’s
ride.
But for now
it is time to go –
the wasps are
out.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 22, 2004 – A poem about Words, Business Edit This
The Company of Poets
There’s a poet in the city,
bringing the lungs of emotion
to silver glass and steel.
Instant soul for the nervous,
throwing off corporate robes
wearing pressed badges of
attentiveness to the wonders of grind.
Suited hearts wilt under his proxied duress.
They say; “Bravo! This IS emotional,
look – we have the graphs
to prove it.”
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Words Edit This
Stop Peeking
Close
your eyes.
Picture the way
these words stumble
down the page. Visualise
the shape and form of what
they say. Evoke strong feelings
within yourself at the mysteries
conveyed. Just close your eyes
and imagine…
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Situations Edit This
Compliance.
You’ve let someone in
like a tame fox gone
bad, wild in your head –
rattling the cage of you.
The harder you shake, the
more you’ll feel grizzled
by the persistence
of their snarling way.
Leave them to run. Let
them tire, let them calm –
you’ll only get rid when
their resistence has gone.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 21, 2004 – A poem about Nature Edit This
Iceberg
Before sky and below sea
a sharded tower – echo stilled
frozen clouds blown by cold
distilled whispers of season’s change.
Meltwater from this calm innocent
with no intent to deceive beyond
the quiet halo of noble modesty
and the glacial calves of beginning.
Growling like a lost white giant caught
in agitated seltzer of watered blue
an ice-eyed pinnacle scours flow
and grinds the floor of the world.
She craves the body of the whole.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 20, 2004 – A poem about Love Edit This
Your Face
My eyes are a boat
drifting on almond sea
from inlet to island
and tectonic continents
the lines of which guide
my tack – each curve
and hollow tracing
beguiled incredulity
like a dazzled pilgrim
travelling a worn path
I cannot help but stare
at the rhythms that are
the perfect composition
and surety of you.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 19, 2004 – A poem about Words Edit This
All Obey the Stanza .
Quick! Call the word police – there is someone writing poetry
Now! Arrest this voice that speaks direct to you but not to me
Without use of approved tools such foolishness should not be
They are raining down emotions – without embellished decorosity
Stop them! Sharing these thoughts. It’s too straightforward and easy
To fix such frigid magnetry and fit it in with greeting card mentality
This uncultured wordplay must cease! A chair without studied carpentry
A hunk of brutish wood that was once a useless, untamed tree
You must! You must! Ignore this common prose – for I, will not be moved.
Note: This poem features the self reflecting use of irony. No actual poets were harmed (or are addressed) in the making of this piece.
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July 15, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity, Nature Edit This
sparkle
There is a spike of light within the shoal
Kaleidoscope corralled by ocean haul
Left flighted in the right hand swarm
Through co-ordinates unparalleled.
There is genius gold in the gravel bed
Silk patched to old corduroy of earth
Glow worm lit on abandoned track
Mesmerising strayed souls.
Darling voiced amongst the Starlings
You are the earliest, sweetest kiss
Of rain and storm to fall upon
the borders of this flock.
You shine where we are dulled.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 13, 2004 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
Talent Shows
Your modesty and restraint,
are wonderful gifts that entrance
like the pinpoint nurtured glow of a candle,
in the moss cleansed hood of nightime pine.
This is the undeniable attraction of inspiration
speaking quietly through the pores of doing,
breathing confidence though distinguished skin.
Such unshouting creativity flourishes and influences
our sight compelled to stretch beyond the catch of flame.
But we are vain to think such temporal majesty can be held!
It is humbled by its own brilliance – not humbling in itself.
And now you tell of vulnerability, of not being sure
of not believing in the cruelty of the winds we share.
There is even more intrigue in this disclosure
of you – who makes it all look so easy.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 11, 2004 – A poem about Lust Edit This
Textual Intercourse
I’d love a strong-boned girl made from Reubens stock
Shouldering the boulders and moving the rock of me
I’d follow her love unfurled and the satin cloak of she
Dusky in the blanket musk through the gates of night.
She wouldn’t need to twist and I wouldn’t need to shout
Quietly potent in the scented motion of who we are
We’d be smouldering beholders in wonder of electricity
Together in the push and pull of what we’re all about.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 10, 2004 – A poem about Situations Edit This
At the Mouth of Regret
There is no oil in the milk
of this coincidence, for you.
Chaperoned by the purity
of chance to read this now.
Words connect like the errant
stars you count – one by one.
But do you see all the other
patterns sewn by night?
This reclusive truth you seek,
a search for comfort in the whole.
And the smoothest pebbles wait
on the solitary shores of now.
There’s a crazy kid trying to skim
stones across the ocean towards
somewhere they once were.
Tell them to move on.
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July 8, 2004 – A poem about Technology, Flesh & Bone Edit This
Virus
You have infected the system of me.
Blocking the corridors of normal operation
like a smouldering fire in the ever green
insidious in the deciduous.
I didn’t know you were in me to start.
Waving for attention like a drowning fool
just waiting to see me waving back
oblivious to your litmus.
Your transmission was beamed deep.
Triggering a change in the process of myself
like a rogue signal without permission
moving the dial to denial.
So here you now are, resident in my veins.
Rocking my steadiness and surety
like a sleepless night-sweat child
harkening through the dark.
What do you want from me?
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July 6, 2004 – A poem about Age, Flesh & Bone Edit This
Ache and Wane
I’m not,
looking after myself.
Feels like my head’s been turned
inside out. One eye glued and
squinted like a drawstring bag
staying up until the late time.
I’ve been sleeping like a juggler on call
with fumbling hands that drop the ball.
Seeing steps to come but not gone by
auto piloting through the chore of day
This weariness now comes as standard
for these dry bones who need to rest
just can’t seem to concen ——–
——-trate.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 5, 2004 – A poem about Friendship, Journeys Edit This
Teacher’s Sail
You are the pilot of my naive ways
Perfectly maneuvering us through
A fog of ignorance and lack of guile
Klaxon like in the authority of you
Piercing the fated crowds of night
Across the simmered sea of doubt.
I trust your calm commands to shore
Away from drift over shallow shale
Above the wrecks of young mistake
For the tide of years is a wise captain
Who has dredged these paths before
And learned – all that you teach now
Thoughts? (0)
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July 3, 2004 – A poem about Family Edit This
Poem for the Little Ones
My ambivalence is an irrelevance.
For they, are the enthusiasm of life condensed.
Beautifully illuminated like playful little meteorites
plotting random vectors across my ordered sky.
The world is all but a wondrous climbing frame
for these busy souls – that cling with gravity
when told it’s time to leave.
My introspection is no exception.
For they, are the conscience of vain mundanity.
Their helium voiced, small-fry dive for pearls
is deep in the ocean of my everyday.
Jumping with such fine bones of glee,
into the boringness of me. In search, and trail
of some outrageous mystery.
My frustration should be celebration.
For they, are joyous in the suckle of discovery.
Like young bees in honey dance and thrill of find
of fragrant flowers’ golden powdered load.
My unbridled joy is in the moments shared
with their fledgling winged adventures
and wide eyed stories told.
My intent then, is the content of a diamond.
For they are oblivious to the drudge and toil –
no crowded hive or sad polluted sea and sky.
I pray that they continue to know this delight,
of whom they are today. Like moonlit flares
showing us all how amazing it is,
to be alive.
Thoughts? (0)
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July 2, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Granularity
Have you ever licked a snowflake
Felt its crystal heart evaporate
Beautiful complexity briefly riding
On a red hot rodeo?
Have you ever blown a dandelion
Seen parachutes of wishseeds fall
Gossamer batalions to the wind
Scattered mission – no recall?
Have you ever heard a petal roll
Listened to golden hiss on air
The roll of nature ventured
In turning of the dial?
Next time you catch the rain
Feel it light on hand
See the raindrops form
Like tiny oceans held.
Think how complex
we all are.
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July 1, 2004 – A poem about Lust, Flesh & Bone Edit This
My King Undressed
He rises firm necked with the sun, calling servants from the day
Dawnbreak’s cry for fervent palm and guile of masculinity
He stands aloud before begins the stir, to service of his ways
Putting all my civil qualms aside from warm vicinity
All men know this potent balm and call – this will that
cannot be ignored. For these are the orders of this king
crowned in ascent, and I must bow to his fertility.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 30, 2004 – A poem about Words Edit This
Fisherman’s Lament.
I am running out of words
like an angler on the bank,
trying every lure and bait
to cast and pull you in.
Stood on trampled ground,
where full of net has been
and scratching furrowed
brow to second guess the
wind.
I see bob and weave below
the surface of the pond,
spying ripples on the turn,
and the places they begin.
But there’s no rise of water,
or breaking in the spray.
So now I leave this seek and
strive for paddled shadows
of your fin.
Ah well, if not this evening,
I can wait for another time.
A new approach, a subtler style
and I may yet haul you in.
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– A poem about Age Edit This
Emptyhead.
Some days,
it’s just great
to tilt your head and
let the thoughts drop out.
Listening to the hollow
thud of your own ideas,
tumbling aimless to
the floor. It’s nice
to contemplate the joy
of mindlessness, befuddled
for awhile in a break from
knowing. Every now and then,
taking time out to let all
puddles of intellect drain
from the dome of your mind,
just so you can floss inside.
Embrace the vacumned logic
of perfect dumbness and taste the
sweet soma of its purity. It’s OK!
There’s something wise to be
learned in the beautiful blankness,
and somnolent stupor – the timeless
cleanhanded truth of saying;
‘I just don’t know’.
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June 29, 2004 – A poem about Love Edit This
All is You.
You
ask about
relationships,
of what or whom
we are, but all I’ll say
of this, is that there is
only ever one. I reveled in
the promiscuity of multitude
enthralled, but always lonely
though, until you captured me
in fall. Know that I love you
– all of you. And ask again
of us, and maybe I will
call that none is lost
and all is found.
For there is
only ever
you
.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 28, 2004 – A poem about Love, Age, Lyrics Edit This
Mocassin Fit.
Be by my side for season’s roll
along the years of timeworn hold –
handmade measure of my ways,
moth eared wise but sometimes frayed.
Threadbare in the scuff of life,
such comforts mold familiarity
the things that calm and settle me
over step of weathered days.
And strong stitched path across the years
has formed the jagged shape and fold
of how we travel journeys made.
Companions in the ride.
From footprints where I have been
through stumble here and now,
to stride of what I may become,
my feet are bare without you.
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– A poem about Love, Lust Edit This
Through.
It’s open,
come straight in.
I’m behind the threshold,
waiting for you to fall upon
the fate of who we should be.
Bring nothing but yourself
and I will gaze in sublime hold
of white light beauty and
the ocean of your eyes.
There is only one flame I see
in the dark – and it is yours.
Take a step and come inside.
I am waiting
for you.
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June 26, 2004 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Vent.
I saw the red steam rising
and thought of ways to circumvent
the climbing vapour of your despise.
A means to stop the angry mist
from settling on unlucky souls
like acrid, airborne aerosol.
But shoots of spray stay powerful
no pressure drop – or cause to stop
when flow is locked and discharge blocked.
You need to learn, to slowly turn
and open up the valve.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 23, 2004 – A poem about Friendship, Business Edit This
Chairman of the Board.
Goodbye Supergeek,
you have lost your domain
but long may your downhill logic
stay dudish in its bank and curve.
White collared, polite in line
where T-shirts once yelled loud,
may you surf across the brown stuff,
steady in the slalom of the day.
As a king, in climb and dive
the chocolate wristed compromise
and breaks of comfort’s creed,
are not for those like you.
Your Ninja wheels crave more
than a two foot curbstone ride –
and Kung Fu cool stays strong,
thrilled in jump – forever high.
So long may you somersault
through the pinstripe hoops
and air conditioned flames,
leaping mundane ground
of office ramp and rail.
For you, you are Supergeek!
and your many feats of awe,
draw raptuous applause.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 22, 2004 – A poem about Nature Edit This
Garden’s Call.
Now you’ve planted flowers
you’ll have to watch them grow.
Earthbound spirits in the border
of patient ground, sown in craving
sun with gentle rain to nurture.
Nature’s growing pains find solace
in your care of wonder’s veins
and shoots of tenacious youth,
audacious too, find climb to bloom
through cold wax clay.
So tend loam and budding spears
pierce winter’s call to arms of time.
Watch over the flowers that you grow,
energised by noble reaching limbs
together – in beauty’s rise.
Ah, what fascination!
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June 21, 2004 – A poem about Journeys Edit This
Standard Class.
I see the whole world, in carriage
No. 9, chicken stacked on shunted track
awkwardly aligned by destination
as footfall clunk and rhythm of ride.
Out of my window, stop-motion towns
like snapshot blink and snatch
assembled strobelights in the blur
from greenhill up and down
to grey high rise and logo crown.
But seated linear in the curve of life
I see without look, know without feel
feigning sleep for fear of settled gaze
or locking eyes and furtive glance.
I want to steal words of muted commune
to rustle the headlines of everyday lives
but I’m quietened in thievery of thought
whilst a pinched announcer interrupts.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 17, 2004 – A poem about Humanity Edit This
Invisible Ink.
Do you see the Shadow Man?
availed from you by vacant gaze
He steps on pavement cracks
on chewing gum and tiretracks.
A backstreet tan of hunger
in a blanket worn of mile.
He hopes for change.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Business Edit This
Mr Immaterial.
Today, as I stand
here readied to speak
to suits and polished hosts
and aisles smiling hopefully.
I am earnest and they are them.
All fixed gazed in quiet attention
of who knows whom and how
(and why and when and where).
To my air conditioned audience
all card pressed intersection
my whisper now turns full voiced.
I step up to the platform and smile;
“Hello” I say.
“My name … is immaterial”
Thoughts? (0)
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June 16, 2004 – A poem about Words Edit This
Chain of Command
My words found here
swing like rusty chains
snaking from boat to anchor,
all reeled and spooled
then rattled into shape.
Each link – an utterance
through mud and silt
crying resolute but timeworn,
as iron against the ancient
clawing salt of tide.
Many things I’ve said
are hard to pull aboard
this small ship seeking
departure for currents bold
of faster, deeper seas.
But steadied – as now
through connection’s bond
in multitude of wisened strength.
I speak, and feel – these words.
Heaved by a crew of many.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 15, 2004 – A poem about Love, Cosmicity Edit This
Starcrossed
Here fall stars from lover’s robe
raining down on earthbound foil.
In monarch cloak of night are we
as light above sublime.
Let us navigate these skies
bewitched by rapture’s satellite
for here we chase the dust
of a thousand million moons.
Just hold out your hands
… and fly.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 14, 2004 – A poem about Senses Edit This
Slow Burner
The neck of a cigarette
all shimmer and promise
straw dry in the stifle
of the hottest day.
It pretends, to shade
char of stone-dry bones
ripened under heat
from waring sun.
Mirage of sweetened air
and slow blood cooled,
the lead footed and weary
follow this shadow’s lure.
Today, I imagine this false wind
and curl up as old parchment
to stop myself inhaling
the tinderstick splinters
of its powdered air.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 13, 2004 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
Your Royal Dudeness
You are the genius slacker,
all denim words silk lined.
Life’s audacity out on show
our roadkill for the day.
For us of average ways
and those who fear to know
the purity of your dudishness,
black coal diamond in the snow.
Long may the dudicity
of your wisearsed goodness,
and your smartcracked world
stay cool and prosper well.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 12, 2004 – A poem about Words, Cosmicity Edit This
Vanity of Words
I
am
vain
to think
these words
might resonate.
All pride misplaced
in the done but not the
doing. Technique is never
mystique, and clever words
alone are not enough to speak.
So let us both agree, to watch these words unfold anew.
In the being, in the seeing,
placed in the now – life’s
glorious nothingness.
Layed out for view
and framed by the
mystery of next
– the point of
fellowship,
between
you
&
I
Thoughts? (0)
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June 11, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Be Still
Thine atom,
in contemplation.
The flow you crave is found inside
by calm stillwater, in quiet ebb.
As crystaline scintilla on the folded swell
of glacial ripple and listless tide.
Within you must wait.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 10, 2004 – A poem about Love, Nature Edit This
The Process
It grows stronger.
Purified, closer to the source.
No sediment, just clarity.
Every turn of the sun,
adding puposeful gravity,
to its calibrated flow.
Gently guided, filtering slow.
Watchful of energy refined,
like a wild forest stream,
cutting through mountains.
Our love distilled.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Cosmicity, Puzzles Edit This
Lesson (a butterfly has two wings)
Who is yearning?
He says to me.
Is it you?
Asks I of he.
But who is you?
He questions I.
“You are learning”
is my reply.
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June 9, 2004 – A poem about Journeys Edit This
The Unfinished Road
From aching bone to wisdom come,
all hear this ode of heartened mind.
From bridge of high to soul entwined,
like skipping stones of life aligned,
from stumble creep to giant step,
I sense a journey come to end.
As life reels in and thoughts contend,
to follow more than age descent,
my hours in creation’s land
all plot my path to puzzles solved.
From clay of doubt to tread resolved,
these old roads traveled can still evolve!
Thoughts? (0)
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June 8, 2004 – A poem about Age, Flesh & Bone Edit This
Sleep
We yearn
the warm flicker
of her anodyne way.
Between tomorrow
and today – she is,
the sopor to ease all.
She carries us over
deep tribulation thrall,
helping us rise above
the sluice of discontent.
She comes to tighten the
night hatches of our eyes,
with their ever hopeful
hinges of slumber,
so we may look
within.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 7, 2004 – A poem about Nature Edit This
Wiseness of the Green
O glory!
Says the sky.
As it reaches to circle,
luminous arms around
green frond down and
poplar spire.
A parliament of trees
awaits its governence –
nature’s capilliaries
aligned to embrace
the touch of origin.
Chorus lungs of oak
or elm, of hedgerow roots
in readiness to sing –
to praise with ardour free,
joyful verdancy.
The rape and corn of man
hear not these
ancient melodies.
and of grey grip clans,
of bread and oil and
of landscape chalkhill scarred,
the sky says
nothing.
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June 2, 2004 – A poem about Belief Edit This
Uneven Surface
If life is like a table
then its legs are self belief.
We balance what we are able
from falling underneath.
Sometimes stacked and tidy,
othertimes just a heap,
to keep our substance stable,
is our primary relief.
This platform that we care for,
on plinths of warp and creep;
life’s every level moment,
its achievements all too brief.
Thoughts? (0)
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June 1, 2004 – A poem about Technology Edit This
ThumbGen
The teenage interface.
Neon bright, electrified,
click happy, button savvy,
always on-demand.
Instant downloadable culture,
ergonomically designed,
anything and everything,
– just press go.
Navigated by impatient hands,
left and right – now zero and one.
Hypertrophied digits,
mutating.
Be aware,
the game called real life,
may not run
on this device.
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May 31, 2004 – A poem about Words, Lust Edit This
Addiction.
Every letter bold
blood deep vanity of want.
All heal my hungry ache within
beyond glass and wire.
Every inch of my being craves
for you to read on.
Don’t stop.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 28, 2004 – A poem about Age Edit This
Old Age
Here I lie in patient’s well.
Twixt the weal of the hammer,
and the woe of the nail.
Wary of rust stained leaf
and dusk cold ground,
between my restless slumber,
and this shadow’s tail.
The rush of life slowed,
brings forth an other companion,
timeworn through dark eyes,
all dormant torpor stilled.
It is true – he does not come alone.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 27, 2004 – A poem about Situations Edit This
Spawn
I see you wrenched by the grip of the current,
prised from your leap by a false aperture,
no more enough to hope, yet just enough to strive.
How can I tell you about the whole of this?
Of joyous return to the source,
and time’s circle – of journey resolved?
I fear for you wretched in the moment,
gaze fixed unerring against the spite of the water,
constantly onward and pummelled by backward flow,
How can you guess at the end of this?
Of still blue pools and nature calmed,
and yearning end?
I’ll promise you something.
Your broken skin, rock-scratched and scarred,
badge and bruise of mortal toil worn,
in end, a fated hurt embraced.
Let it flow, let it all wash away.
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May 24, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Urge of the Flame.
Do you sense the rising?
The mercury of your soul,
pulled by creation’s arm?
There, within you – spirit kindled,
centre warmed.
In the hothouse,
of your precious frame,
lies a moment, slow kiln-dried,
waiting to be overwhelmed.
Delighted by the candescence,
of this – your imagination,
the grinning usher of pending heat,
is watching you ignite.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 23, 2004 – A poem about Love, Cosmicity Edit This
Fated.
We follow the orbit of a lost star,
you and I, sharing telemetry – irresistably drawn.
No mere convenience or random circumstance,
you are north to south in the spin of my life.
We are guided by quantum ghosts,
whispering across the noise of the cosmos,
and we float apon it with radiant glow,
blown gently through our lives determined.
Long live this dependence,
this vital alignment – this happenstance.
May this remain beautiful and rare,
– our wondrous mystery.
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May 22, 2004 – A poem about Love Edit This
Lovesong.
One day,
the wind brushed
the back of my neck,
and I thought
about you.
A sudden scent,
pleasant – making me remember.
A happiness song, moving
through lips sculpted
from saccharine kisses.
Song moving air, moving me,
a breeze sent to touch me,
that I swallowed and gulped,
in case I forgot that,
I love you.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 21, 2004 – A poem about Technology Edit This
Forum Poem #1.
Hell, we can drag this out.
today’s pleasure.
You play and I watch,
self effacement good,
found in the restraint.
To have and see the changes within,
just start doing out of the blue.
🙂
(a semi-random sample of lines from SU forums)
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Age, Journeys Edit This
Map of Doubt.
Tired in the bones of life,
every breath a sigh released,
the traveller journeys on,
no step, a stride decreased.
Mired in the wet sand,
footfall etched in memory,
only recollection’s path,
marks his lost trajectory.
Waymarks of a shadowed fate,
conspired against an open route,
a weary compass held, required,
to heed his map of doubt.
But though navigation end adjourned,
and passage studied slow,
this noble traveller, remains content
to tread the earth below.
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May 19, 2004 – A poem about Words, Lyrics Edit This
Broken Sonnet.
I am iambic jazz sax played
no hidden skill unsold
I wield a shining
word-axe blade
to cut my word tax paid.
The notes I play are multitude
performed with athlete’s guile
triplets wrote with attitude
all inches to my mile.
Yet still I need you to approve
this struggle with the word
and though you state my prowess proved
there remains a part of me unstirred.
I pine for you to play along
I think you know a better song.
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– A poem about Technology Edit This
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May 18, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
As I Wait.
Like a jewel of sunshine on the arc of a ripple,
and the elderly moves of a lonely cloud,
or droplets freed from fountains blown.
Beyond the confines of an ornamental source,
a downhill breeze carrying snatched birdsong,
on silent air, gossamer light above.
In this sacred space – this place of quiet,
I worship the moment where patience happens,
and wait for us to breathe as one.
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May 17, 2004 – A poem about Humanity Edit This
The Multitude Fray.
O’ angry insects.
I hear the crunching of wood
as your battle destroys my house.
You have descended on me through dark skies,
shared with enemies blood-feuded,
intent on the ways of the hive.
Why do you battle so?
Your blueprint is of no difference,
scratched out by a wretched swarm,
no variegation in design.
Struggling adversaries of the wing,
fury is not our syllabus,
and your ignorance in myriad,
is not mine.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 15, 2004 – A poem about Love Edit This
Touch.
Tonight we will forget ourselves, electrified with Reiki flow.
Skin to skin – softer than goldust on an Egypt breeze,
moving without bones through the sparkling night.
Forever overlaid and snatching passioned air,
we shall be unstopable as seaward lava.
Unbound and eternally magnetized.
Both suspended as satin blown,
on unity wind – one thought;
“two minds untethered,
… together.”
Thoughts? (0)
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May 14, 2004 – A poem about Fear, Situations Edit This
Poem of the Husk.
Pity your eyes.
They have seen too much, but not enough.
Cross eyed stare – lost gazed across the row,
seeing detail in the detail but not the canvas.
Damn your hands.
They have felt, but do they touch?
Rough as sinew thread – hardened by ages sun,
cotton reeled and fretted like driftwood.
Curse the silence.
You do not hear, what could be said.
Murmer lost in shout – plaintive soft,
in the darkness of the quiet.
I praise your heart.
A coda strong and truthful,
still not adrift – nor blooded witness sea,
to life overflowed.
Your heart still lives, and can be heard.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 13, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Duality.
We are,
more than one,
but each is split,
atomic like.
From me to you,
a cosmic knit,
apart alike.
Oh quantum glued,
your god permits,
lightning strikes.
Not one, but two.
Let us touch the sides
of this world,
reborn.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 12, 2004 – A poem about Family Edit This
Son.
Young pirates don’t watch T.V.
They loop from beam and sail,
rocking their boat,
bountifully nefarious,
laughing mad.
You is more than a game, boy!
Leave that Sorry Plaything®,
and swing.
Forget these cathode scenes,
and get some sunshine in.
Go forth, discover islands new,
hoist your pride up high.
See your cutglass smile.
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May 11, 2004 – A poem about Situations, Lyrics Edit This
Trucksong.
(For Squirt, an old Trucker.)
Man! It’s a heavy load to haul,
that worry under tow,
with all your gearing slow,
you are speeding to crawl.
A challenge that you know,
is troublesome to call,
engine burred against a wall,
destination, zero.
You, who dare not stall,
now a motor without growl,
no traction sense below,
A lever without fall.
End this static highway show!
Seek clear directions all.
For now, take joy in measures small,
and tire stains on the road.
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May 10, 2004 – A poem about Technology, Lyrics Edit This
Submit.
It blinks, it waits – it taunts.
A box that must be filled.
White chalk bare on a hill of thought,
words waiting, to be milled.
It thinks, debates and then, it haunts.
An intersection for the skilled.
Against the clock, no shortcut taught,
no booklet for the build.
It links, it states – it always waits.
A battle for my will.
This puzzle for my mind unsought,
left open, never stilled.
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May 8, 2004 – A poem about Humanity Edit This
This Butterfly Does Not Know.
Battering against the glass,
like newsprint blown,
across a barricade.
Bruised and endless vexed,
wings denied their want.
As landscape for the eye,
this struggle for seen and known,
is noble like a sand cliff,
yet futile as fragile shore.
One thousand heartbeats lost,
pulsing a plaintive lighthouse call,
to whitewater beyond.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Friendship Edit This
Just Add Beer®
Out with the loud crowd, pilot-free in the night.
Looking for zero – finding nothing.
Worlds put to right, momentarily stilled.
All drunken at the joyful bluring of the stars.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Love, Friendship Edit This
Beautiful Tone.
You are sharp as a stylus,
wow and flutter free,
following a scratchless track.
Analogue warm, mindful of old,
adoration snatched from the air.
Delight, engineered.
If you want to stretch a string from the moon,
to my tin can heart and beyond,
I will be listening.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 6, 2004 – A poem about Family Edit This
Daughter.
Dancing in parallel,
me and the snowglobe girl.
Tilting my axis,
beautifully unsettled,
everytime.
She is magnified,
glass clean and artic pure,
An enchantment.
All I am and all I can be,
balanced like a leaf,
on a fairground rail,
change and motion stirred.
Just watching the flow.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 5, 2004 – A poem about Puzzles Edit This
Something Else to Solve.
Maybe it’s my filters,
codebase unknown.
Pattern undefined,
orbit squared,
lens misaligned.
These mouldings squeezed,
are elder signals lost.
Tune me in.
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May 3, 2004 – A poem about Art Edit This
SuperReal.
It’s a struggle staying painterly,
when a photograph might do.
Using paint straight out of the tube,
and not observing hue.
It’s hard to spot the brushstrokes,
in a captured point in time,
but harder still to contemplate,
which is most sublime.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 2, 2004 – A poem about Words Edit This
Blunt.
These words are made of rock, crudely fashioned.
Tools to sculpt a larger stone,
such thoughts are chalkdust on the wind,
far and rudely blown.
Thoughts? (0)
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May 1, 2004 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
Dude.
You and me, we’re floating off tribulation flow.
Beyond the worried ocean – way past the undertow.
Surfing through the breakers wading, deep and slow,
you are ship and I am shore,
tidal pulled below.
Thoughts? (0)
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– A poem about Puzzles Edit This
Work it Out.
Paint the corners first,
Rubik mix, then shake the box.
You’re the one they’ll never solve,
Straight piece missing, broken edged.
Attractively packaged,
but no right way up,
not up nor down.
Self-build enigma.
Thoughts? (0)
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April 30, 2004 – A poem about Memories Edit This
Juliette’s Father.
First in honour, now in memory,
behind a wall and down a hill.
His secret garden grows.
Calm harbour, amidst bracken leaves,
kind to all and patient still.
A sacred place that knows.
Verdant wise and endless houred,
of life forestalled but yet, fulfilled.
Nature’s joy bestowed.
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April 29, 2004 – A poem about Friendship Edit This
Friendship Overdue.
Oh distant soul.
Let us venture friendship.
Without negotiation,
or word association.
Let us be as sorted corn,
side by side, not mixed up fire thorns.
You may not know me now,
but I know who you want to know,
for I am one of those.
So, friend in wait,
let us think of kinship,
without reproach or fear.
For we have hope and wonder,
to last us through this year.
Thoughts? (0)
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April 28, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
Let the Moon Astound.
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Don’t be earthbound,
as a shadow,
clinging to the floor.
Rise above the ground,
leave this dustball below stars,
and lose your earthly anchor.
Friends and Strangers!
The sky abounds,
for you today,
to love and to adore.
Galaxies surround,
your avatar,
a playground to explore
Thoughts? (0)
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April 27, 2004 – A poem about Humanity Edit This
Why:Is:The:Clock:Not:Our:Own?
Why do we toil,
twixt the furrow and brow,
working human soil,
with a broken plough.
Why do we graft,
life and employ,
such guileless craft,
with little to enjoy.
Should not we fashion,
our own self worth,
based on passion,
rather than convenient berth?
Should not we strive,
for new ways and free,
thoughts to a life,
not travailing debris?
Yet still we build,
these needful foundations,
just adequately skilled,
and a numb generation.
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April 26, 2004 – A poem about Fear Edit This
Dark Holding
If I go blind, see for me.
Lead me through a darkened life,
as I shuffle towards a change of light.
If our eyes no longer intersect,
tell me the way onward.
Still without words.
When the hood of these eyes,
is forever noosed and tightened,
will you be my guide?
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April 25, 2004 – A poem about Words, Lust Edit This
All But Kiss.
Here I go again,
turning word tricks,
for the poem pimp.
Lying on my back.
feeding the habit,
of an addict soul.
Every word you read,
is my release.
Purge this emptiness,
let me satisfy you.
Want me.
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April 24, 2004 – A poem about Love Edit This
Do You Know ?
Of all the blooms,
you last the longest.
For all the night,
you shine.
Clear voiced,
against the white noise.
You resonate.
Defined.
You grow,
where others wain.
The strongest,
of the vine.
A secret scent,
beguiling.
… never mine.
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April 23, 2004 – A poem about Age Edit This
Silent Dust.
Hands of leather, iron strong,
white wire haired and always tall.
Map-faced wise and joyous in the new,
wind spirited, yet quiet,
of the old.
Oh knowing gardener of souls,
patient of storms distilled.
You are deep blooded,
noble eyed,
all seeing all.
No more.
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April 22, 2004 – A poem about Cosmicity, Humanity Edit This
Soulscape.
We are all,
but grains of sand falling,
through a child’s hand.
Draining through,
a sieve of fingers,
hauled by forces,
not within us.
Humbled,
at our hurtle down,
and trembling,
as we strike the ground.
We are reclaimed,
as land for sea,
and tide to take,
our destiny.
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– A poem about Cosmicity Edit This
When Particles Collide
We share an electron charge, you and I.
Word and thought polarity,
crystalline tuned.
Pulsed from a lost lighthouse,
out there, in here and everywhere.
Circling transmissions, found.
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April 21, 2004 – A poem about Lust, Technology Edit This
a/s/l?
Hey you.
I give good word.
Be my laptop dancer –
make me tilt.
I’m intermittently indeterminate,
anonymously public.
I touch –
type.
What are you wearing?
I’m wearing thin.
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– A poem about Words Edit This
Old Wood
This is a door that you are passing through,
every word you read is a degree of openess,
textured and ancient veined,
close it when you leave.
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April 20, 2004 – A poem about Love Edit This
Million Mile Eyes
I swim in your eyes,
towards magnetic north,
but still I am lost.
Time stretched like kitestring,
clock not wise,
pulling me downward.
We are one,
but one is two,
and two means more than one.
Caressed by saline blue,
I travel without myself,
seeking ripples within.
–>
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