Your intellectuality burns me
Turns me off
Puts a distance between
…I have heard of the inferiority
Complex, just what she can muster
Harbinger and buster of angst unclaimed
Shame they say is thrust by our
Childs abused muse; in your cloisters
Did you play that game too
Show off to the weak and the lonely
Take advantage but miss the feed of you
Snapshots, crackpots, simply a simple few
Hey I say
Back to where you once belonged
If, in your image of reality it still exists
Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle
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
Wednesday, 28 November 2012
Tuesday, 27 November 2012
Wild Flowers
In the roof space of silence
And echoed evening’s long
A place this morning
Not yet reached for
Held up by stone pillars
Here in worshipful gathering
A few simple words
Prayer, poem, calls to arms
Wide lakes of sidelights
Shadows grace falls
Touched, just by being
Still with you; to gather
On the slat wood
Sat in the pew
Inset offset imagination
Inactive, attractive so soon
Propagate wild flowers
Poppies, primroses of evensong
Closed and then open
At the time of times sunset
Also open, throughout
The whole of the night
Splashing her perfume
The old peculiar of
Old tobacco, Old Spice
Dominoes, counting games -
Maybe one day she might.
Except once more unable
Tables turned you edge away
Out under the stairway of silence
In flight
You still mis-taste her bite
Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle
And echoed evening’s long
A place this morning
Not yet reached for
Held up by stone pillars
Here in worshipful gathering
A few simple words
Prayer, poem, calls to arms
Wide lakes of sidelights
Shadows grace falls
Touched, just by being
Still with you; to gather
On the slat wood
Sat in the pew
Inset offset imagination
Inactive, attractive so soon
Propagate wild flowers
Poppies, primroses of evensong
Closed and then open
At the time of times sunset
Also open, throughout
The whole of the night
Splashing her perfume
The old peculiar of
Old tobacco, Old Spice
Dominoes, counting games -
Maybe one day she might.
Except once more unable
Tables turned you edge away
Out under the stairway of silence
In flight
You still mis-taste her bite
Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle
Monday, 26 November 2012
Psychological Welfare
You
You at this moment reading
You, my lover, my friend
My follower leading
You
In a meditation garden
Quietly beside
Your forty winks
Who else can turn
To whisper in your ear
Who that learns goes
With stillness to re-appear
You
In sunbathed shelter
Rare inside
Your hyacinth haven
You
Who at this moment thinking
You, my mother, my brother
My lifetime scent
Who else to can you turn
For always shone
And forever
Who to dare you to move on
Fold the page
Close the book
Walk into your garden
Real or imagined
Dare to turn
You
I dare you, to move
On
Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle
You at this moment reading
You, my lover, my friend
My follower leading
You
In a meditation garden
Quietly beside
Your forty winks
Who else can turn
To whisper in your ear
Who that learns goes
With stillness to re-appear
You
In sunbathed shelter
Rare inside
Your hyacinth haven
You
Who at this moment thinking
You, my mother, my brother
My lifetime scent
Who else to can you turn
For always shone
And forever
Who to dare you to move on
Fold the page
Close the book
Walk into your garden
Real or imagined
Dare to turn
You
I dare you, to move
On
Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle
Sunday, 25 November 2012
Fairground Riches
Picture postcards
Messages from well wishers
Givers of thanks, from thanks givers
Care - earned and banked with will
A clock
That these past few months
Moved on so little
Fingers of time stood quite still
Spring is now summer
Words in aspect south facing
Love unchained the melody
Pictures stay framed until
Hands stroke shoulders
Kisses on lips
Smiles and whispers
Night & morn the thrill
Read & write – draw together
New pastures
Comb the wilderness
Of the unknown chill
Chance to light on
Summers and autumns
Winds blown softly over
Frosted winters on the hill
Pictures and postcards
Wear fairgrounds riches
Virginia walls creep, seep
Into tender love of life’s tendril
Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle
Messages from well wishers
Givers of thanks, from thanks givers
Care - earned and banked with will
A clock
That these past few months
Moved on so little
Fingers of time stood quite still
Spring is now summer
Words in aspect south facing
Love unchained the melody
Pictures stay framed until
Hands stroke shoulders
Kisses on lips
Smiles and whispers
Night & morn the thrill
Read & write – draw together
New pastures
Comb the wilderness
Of the unknown chill
Chance to light on
Summers and autumns
Winds blown softly over
Frosted winters on the hill
Pictures and postcards
Wear fairgrounds riches
Virginia walls creep, seep
Into tender love of life’s tendril
Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle
Saturday, 24 November 2012
Social Gatherings
You trimmed the roses
I cut the grass
You smiled demurely
I coarsely laughed
Under my trousers
I was underwear free
You smiled profusely
Sat on my knee
You strummed unbroken
Around the trees
Your garden our token
Of flow and breeze
Your petticoat
Is discarded at rest
I smile into your hand
My card at your bequest
Under Milkwood
And at countless other
Social gatherings
Pleasure is understood
Weather changes
Passions blow high and low
You say Cut the crap
I say …Hello
Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle
I cut the grass
You smiled demurely
I coarsely laughed
Under my trousers
I was underwear free
You smiled profusely
Sat on my knee
You strummed unbroken
Around the trees
Your garden our token
Of flow and breeze
Your petticoat
Is discarded at rest
I smile into your hand
My card at your bequest
Under Milkwood
And at countless other
Social gatherings
Pleasure is understood
Weather changes
Passions blow high and low
You say Cut the crap
I say …Hello
Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle
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