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
Saturday, 14 July 2012
Crescent Moon
I don’t know when I lost you
When I lost myself
Beneath the full lit skies
Bathed by clear night scars
I don’t know when you lost me
When we lost ourselves
I post this for those of you still lost
for only yesterday
I appear to have found myself
A poem from Rising Shoots & Falling Stars Love Caught in the Crossfire - Available from iTunes - see details by clicking on this text
Friday, 13 July 2012
Je t’aime
There were good times
Excited by expectation
Tilt at the thrill of the chase
Slick and grace
Race for the silk, and for the lace
Then there were better times
Desirous and deliverance
Spilt over the taste
Lose the pace
Dare to mention, misplace
There was exultation
Screamed out loud sensation
Christ don't stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Love’s sounds of lust
Throb of lead guitar, strum of double bass
A poem from Rising Shoots & Falling Stars Love Caught in the Crossfire - Available from iTunes - see details by clicking on this text
Thursday, 12 July 2012
Steam Gallery
Electric blue
Surf on through
Singles night reflected
Circumspect introspected
Electric blue
Shine on through
Never seen your light before
Transmitted at the shore
Winters night
Transparent sight
Never seen you look so bright
Before
Eclectic hue
Dancing shoe
Painter from the peak
Horizons you seek
Shine on through
You eclectic blue
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
Six Four Six
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
Clear Water
Bhagavad Gita
As it is, as it ever was
Behind Proust
& Evelyn Waugh
Pennies from Heaven
From five to eleven
Too many coincidences
My seven senses tell me
Remonstrate and castigate
Harden up the will
Forge some strata
Put some clear water
Between you and you
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