Out of town
Onto the new road
Then back onto the old road
But first petrol, and a bacon sandwich
Then back onto the old road
Car stereo playing loudly
Or silenced completely
To allow poems to be recorded
Onto the new road
Poems dreamt up whilst driving
No, I know it’s not the safest way
And it is quite possibly illegal
But first petrol, and a bacon sandwich
Poems dreamt up whilst driving
Or silenced completely
Depending on the mood of the moment
Out of town
No, I know it’s not the safest way
Car stereo playing loudly
No one knows where you are right now
No one knows where you are right now
And it is quite possibly illegal
To allow poems to be recorded
Depending on the mood of the moment
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
Friday, 10 August 2018
Thursday, 9 August 2018
Cube 2: Bottom, top, right, left, back, front
All is to be blue sky
Faint wisps of white puffy clouds
Slowly, gradually, entering and leaving
Mind like sky meditation
All is to be green hills
Rolling dales and valleys
Undulating, gently and smoothly
Mind like land meditation
Undulating, gently and smoothly
The waves easily ebb and flow
Lapping, onto the soft submissive sand
Slowly, gradually, entering and leaving
Rolling dales and valleys
Passes through black mountains
Vistas offered for the seeing
Faint wisps of white puffy clouds
Mind like land meditation
Passes through black mountains
Lapping, onto the soft submissive sand
Mind like sky meditation
All is to be green hills
Vistas offered for the seeing
The waves easily ebb and flow
All is to be blue sky
Faint wisps of white puffy clouds
Slowly, gradually, entering and leaving
Mind like sky meditation
All is to be green hills
Rolling dales and valleys
Undulating, gently and smoothly
Mind like land meditation
Undulating, gently and smoothly
The waves easily ebb and flow
Lapping, onto the soft submissive sand
Slowly, gradually, entering and leaving
Rolling dales and valleys
Passes through black mountains
Vistas offered for the seeing
Faint wisps of white puffy clouds
Mind like land meditation
Passes through black mountains
Lapping, onto the soft submissive sand
Mind like sky meditation
All is to be green hills
Vistas offered for the seeing
The waves easily ebb and flow
All is to be blue sky
Wednesday, 8 August 2018
Cube 2: Front, bottom, top, right, left, back
Sunlight falls onto the moss-covered shingle shed roof
Sunlight fell on the moor, on the cart track lane
Time to take time to simply be observant
Time to take time simply to breathe
Time to take time simply to breathe
To watch the ladybird on the dry stone wall
To spot the four leaf clover in the meadow grass
To see the white sight-screens, on the cricket field
Sunlight falls onto the moss-covered shingle shed roof
Sunlight on the tree, the hedge, the fence
Still to work out the purpose of it all
Still to engage, with and in, the wonder of it all
Still to work out the purpose of it all
Time to take time to simply be observant
Observe no more than what actually can be seen
To see the white sight-screens, on the cricket field
Sunlight on the tree, the hedge, the fence
Objects placed with objectivity in mind
Sunlight fell on the moor, on the cart track lane
To watch the ladybird on the dry stone wall
Still to engage, with and in, the wonder of it all
Objects placed with objectivity in mind
Observe no more than what actually can be seen
To spot the four leaf clover in the meadow grass
Sunlight fell on the moor, on the cart track lane
Time to take time to simply be observant
Time to take time simply to breathe
Time to take time simply to breathe
To watch the ladybird on the dry stone wall
To spot the four leaf clover in the meadow grass
To see the white sight-screens, on the cricket field
Sunlight falls onto the moss-covered shingle shed roof
Sunlight on the tree, the hedge, the fence
Still to work out the purpose of it all
Still to engage, with and in, the wonder of it all
Still to work out the purpose of it all
Time to take time to simply be observant
Observe no more than what actually can be seen
To see the white sight-screens, on the cricket field
Sunlight on the tree, the hedge, the fence
Objects placed with objectivity in mind
Sunlight fell on the moor, on the cart track lane
To watch the ladybird on the dry stone wall
Still to engage, with and in, the wonder of it all
Objects placed with objectivity in mind
Observe no more than what actually can be seen
To spot the four leaf clover in the meadow grass
Tuesday, 7 August 2018
Cube 2: Back, front, bottom, top, right, left
The main line brought me the most part
The branch line almost finished me off
I cannot remember where I started
Whether an aeroplane was involved or not
I walked from station to bus stop
I waited in the dark night’s fine drizzle
I knew this place, I knew it well
Now who on earth knows where I am
Whether an aeroplane was involved or not
For the moment, let us say that was so
To add a little glamour perhaps
Now who on earth knows where I am
The main line brought me the most part
I had been travelling for a long time
All of the day and on into the evening
I walked from station to bus stop
But I had not yet reached my destination
I knew this place, I knew it well
I cannot remember where I started
To add a little glamour perhaps
I had been travelling for a long time
The branch line almost finished me off
I waited in the dark night’s fine drizzle
For the moment, let us say that was so
The branch line almost finished me off
I cannot remember where I started
Whether an aeroplane was involved or not
I walked from station to bus stop
I waited in the dark night’s fine drizzle
I knew this place, I knew it well
Now who on earth knows where I am
Whether an aeroplane was involved or not
For the moment, let us say that was so
To add a little glamour perhaps
Now who on earth knows where I am
The main line brought me the most part
I had been travelling for a long time
All of the day and on into the evening
I walked from station to bus stop
But I had not yet reached my destination
I knew this place, I knew it well
I cannot remember where I started
To add a little glamour perhaps
I had been travelling for a long time
The branch line almost finished me off
I waited in the dark night’s fine drizzle
For the moment, let us say that was so
Monday, 6 August 2018
Cube 1: Right, front, back, top, bottom, left
I am pretty much self-sufficient
In a mindful, spiritual, kind of way
Pretty much ok with self-confidence
When left to my own devices
Not that I crave solitude
But if by chance it happens upon me
In a mindful, spiritual, kind of way
Not that I desire to be a hermit
But a little time alone would be ok
Every now and then that is
Pretty much ok with self-confidence
Yet still exploring my faith
Not that I crave solitude
But to know more about oneself
I am pretty much self-sufficient
But a little time alone would be ok
Not that I desire to be a hermit
I hope you are coming to understand
When left to my own devices
Yet still exploring my faith
But to know more about oneself
Every now and then that is
But if by chance it happens upon me
I hope you are coming to understand
In a mindful, spiritual, kind of way
Pretty much ok with self-confidence
When left to my own devices
Not that I crave solitude
But if by chance it happens upon me
In a mindful, spiritual, kind of way
Not that I desire to be a hermit
But a little time alone would be ok
Every now and then that is
Pretty much ok with self-confidence
Yet still exploring my faith
Not that I crave solitude
But to know more about oneself
I am pretty much self-sufficient
But a little time alone would be ok
Not that I desire to be a hermit
I hope you are coming to understand
When left to my own devices
Yet still exploring my faith
But to know more about oneself
Every now and then that is
But if by chance it happens upon me
I hope you are coming to understand
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