Reporting life
In distorted
Staccato
Sentences
One word in front
Of another
Why bother?
Well, it’s just
A long journey
I intend to take
In order that
My journey and I
Will make
A natural end.
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Wired for Sound
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Tuning in frequently
sound bites, snippets
pop up in low fi
filling my mind
through wireless ears
Static surrounds and drops down
Ringing and pinging hearts beating
Your gestures punctuated
by prayers and pleading
begging for what we’re needing
to hear
connecting dots
between points
numbered
pulling together
problems and silence
soaked deep in Word
sewn together into
a larger world view
illustrate illustrate
no mundane repartee
sacrifice secular stoics
devout pleasure in pain
tears restrain
buoyed by passion
de-liberation? wrong..
good people I’ve managed
to hold attention too long
Thanks to Mikey
Aye Si
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I would never
let go
of fraternity
but if you asked me
I wouldn’t
say no
I can’t always be here to warm your toes..
Rewind
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I caught myself
On a cold wet night
Mesmerised by
That same sight
On the winding lane
I laid eyes on
the lighted way
That holds my own
Heart’s recipe
It makes me see in
Rear view clearly
When I could be
What I dared to be
I’d speak out loud
When I want to speak
Do whatever I cared to
I’d feel much more than
I ought to feel
Because there’s none
But you
The night sky is dark and heavy
Like my love
a nod at James Shelton’s famous song Lilac Wine (1950)
Longevity
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The older you get, the more I grow on you..
Reckless
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Like swimming
In a stagnant pond
Tiresome
But can’t put it
Beautifully
Your face serene
Tender note
Telephoned her
To imagine
Climbing onto her roof
I smelt your hair
On the east wind
Guesses are in store
With innumerable tins
Or else all likely places
Electric fire ends
Whimsical fondness
We should meet again
Dark & grubby
See hear if you wish
Stop. Love. R
Erasure poem from ‘Dying with Henry’ p.135 from ‘Romancing: The Life and Work of Henry Green,’ by Jeremy Treglown
Pilgrim’s Pass
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Tried, true, black & blue
So close to fine
To have your back
While roasting mine
Move the body
Do not desire
Still the mind
Do not dwell in the mire
The cooking pit
Half filled with smoke
They prepare the spit
Urge us to revoke
Body in a cage
No chance for a dance?
When the river rages
Don’t take the chance
Watch your footing
Past pilgrims plummet
Can’t see from here
We’re near the summit
Companions of the journey
No critique, compete, comparing
Everlasting prize is ours
His compass for our bearing
Heavy feather
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Duty is heavy as a mountain, death is light as a feather.
-Robert Jordan
Thick and fast
Right, left, hook, jab
Punch, drunk, reeling
Painful throbbing stab
Build quick defences
Cover vital places
Stance erect, leaning
Set, determined faces
Eyes off opponent
Solid bearings
Everlasting arm, iron will
Master, Saviour, sparing
Null and Void
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Hope up here
Expectation down there
straddle the void
build the bridge
overcome
love without words
give without gift wrap
surpass all assumption
bypass need for affection
silence we’re not listening
playing records on repeat
strumming songs of defeat
who will intercede
between you and I?
Every night is followed by a sunrise
– Native American Saying
Sunrise Dance image – created by Rachel Johnson
Unveiling
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So much time and effort expended
tediously applying glue
to the shards that fall from the plastered façade
hand-crafted for all to view
How much more time and rest afforded
if we cheered as each piece fell down
allowed it to crumble and fall at our feet
then, rise up on this conquered ground
Image of ruins near Ross, Tasmania – Mercury Newspaper.
