Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Monday, 9 July 2012
Masthead
Flags in the park
Bring light to dark
Reflect stark perfection
Miles of orange cloth
Unveiled, curtailed
Sails for a city’s soul
Creation, core declaration
Stores of ideas, enthusiasm’s
Making something solid
Plastic, clay and vision
Monumental decision
Open to derision
Abounding joy
Abound in joy
A poem from Rising Shoots & Falling Stars Love Caught in the Crossfire - Available from iTunes - see details by clicking on this text
Saturday, 30 June 2012
Revealed
Knocked about
Rough edges smoothed over
Rough diamond
A touch too smooth
Shaped by all
That society could muster
Trusted too many pamphlets
Too many self-help books
Stripping bare
Is not an alternative
For the King
With too many clothes
A poem from Rising Shoots & Falling Stars Love Caught in the Crossfire - Available from iTunes - see details by clicking on this text
Friday, 29 June 2012
Rivulet
Wave crash
Whiplash
Onward
Unknown soldier
Wave crash
Oceans grow
Ever deeper, ever colder
Salt water drains
Across bitumen tarmac
Goes as nowhere
Rain water
Drains into rivulets
Hidden, moss grown stones
Roll on, roll on over
Wave crash
Pebble-dash
Inward, homeward
Onward, boulder
Cars smash
Society’s apart
Grown colder
A poem from Rising Shoots & Falling Stars Love Caught in the CrossfireAvailable from iTunes - see details by clicking on this text
Thursday, 28 June 2012
Invitation
Write to me more often
Where are we now
So innocently spoken
Where I am
Fairly often
There you are then
Nothings broken
Written invitation
Simulated tactile sensation
The coffee’s black
In Massarella’s cafĂ©
The light is bright
Behind the lens
I smile, awhile
In moments of magic
Where are you now
Write to me more often
Where are we now
So excitedly spoken
Knocks on the head
Some say I still suffer
Knocks on the head
Woken with beauty
Concentrate
On a transparent mind
Postulate, bring to life
Disorder thoughts inside
Drive me
Madly
Introverted
Extrovertly
Where are you know
Write to me more often
Where I am now
Panic fades slowly
A birth is more special
Than I can contemplate
A life is more special
Than I dare care to admit
How to release
Unwise ineffectual pressures
Retain, explain
Loves compassion learnt
Where are you now
Write to me more often
Grow me
Slowly
I feel
To exude high expectation
Is this received
Perceived, untrue
You seem able
Stable, of invention
Thoughtful, real, true
You, you…
Supportive or disruptive
Challenge or cajole
Balanced or biased
Me or you
Energy flows
The picture grows
The smile returns
Doubts burn away
Where are you now
Speak to me
Speak to me more often
Kick me
Metaphorically
Engage me
Express me super-sensually
Draw me, repeatedly
Tell me
What I should give
Demand of me
To reach you, with you
Command; perhaps
On reflection
The flow should meander
A little
Where are you now
Still with me
Instill in me more often
Be no more a distraction
Extracting
Self satisfaction
Self sufficiently
Unaware
People need people
Compliments breathe
Human intercourse is
The second oxygen of life
Where are you now
Will you
Be
By my side
A poem from Rising Shoots & Falling Stars Love Caught in the Crossfire
Wednesday, 27 June 2012
Phantasy
The rules of deception
A modern boutique hotel
Sepia tone pictures on the wall
Leather clad menus at the table
Sultry jazz music for wallpaper
Sat at separate tables, to begin
The cast iron posts and rails
That divide off the raised area
They appear to be authentic
Carry years of painted layers
Fixed down by torn headed bolts
We look away at the sea-view, to begin
Her long hair is dyed jet black
Straggly, but not in any way untidy
Sure, for sure to be authentic
The significant ring is on her finger
If you don't know me by now
You wont ever, ever know me
Elegantly she moves, to begin
Dressed entirely in the finest silk and lace
She makes slow passage to the ladies room
My watch drains towards eternity
Into the light the black clad mistress emerges
Floats on air past me without motion
Past me, on to the funeral directors parlour
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