Take me to the hidden lake
let us wander through
the valleys of your heart
Let us revel in the splendour
of all that rests within
Accumulations, it’s what we are
everything we’ve felt and seen
Let us swim in the hidden lake
in that secret world
deep at the core of you
Make it rain, bring forth the sun
We’ll watch the waters flow
across your canvas
into the sea, into reality
Friday 29th April 2022 2:49 pm
I can’t remember how or when I began
to think I could create something
new maybe I started with
imitating my mother
I too began
to make new things
I could see that this was
how to live in the new world
to which I had entered I learned
how to live and to shape my life.
Monday 4th April 2022 4:46 am
Ostracised by society for my ancestors blood flowing in my veins,
Was once kings and queens but now stuck in postcolonial chains.
Our people in power are now corrupt playing the slave owners games,
As their puppeteer allows them small wealth as long as they keep us all tamed.
Sunday 11th July 2021 4:24 pm
I love being surrounded
by books, music and poetry.
Each one comforts me,
provides a healthy escape
from too much reality,
an alternate destiny,
full of adventure, passion,
rhythm and rhyme.
I will choose books,
music and poetry
over life’s drama
Saturday 26th September 2020 10:37 pm
You are enough.
are costs of the
through it all.
But, then again,
what do I know.
Tuesday 21st April 2020 11:26 pm
I want you to be unruly
write hard and clear
about tangled emotion
those who don’t
make me suspicious
I know there are other things
like genocide and selfish parking
and the bruises received
behind closed doors
I want to know people
who are walking antennas
sensitive and gifted
nerves nakedly exposed
flailing in the fallout
I was raised to keep all hidden
I was raised to deny ...
Saturday 7th March 2020 1:08 pm
Living in the shadow
of someone else’s life
is a safe hiding place,
most of the time.
You get to observe,
no fear, no pain.
Fertile breeding ground
to create art, music, poetry...
Until the shadow turns around,
chases you down,
strips you naked in front of a
Do you stand erect
in the blinding light...
Sunday 1st March 2020 5:54 pm
Here's the science bit... the left side of the brain is where visuals and imaginative ideas are constructed and so....
Is someone being misleading
Telling tales Oh So deceiving?
With every word they utter
There just ain't
Still searching for the truth
But not a single trace
One thing that you must do
As soon as you'v...
Sunday 25th August 2019 5:04 pm
Don’t be scared to put it out there
Don’t be scared to speak
sometimes what you choose to make
is pure gold
Don’t be afraid to paint what you love
Don’t be afraid to create
some things are bigger than you ever knew
eternal beyond our lives
I say go
and keep going
go and keep going
murmur love, if that’s all you’ve got
I love the way you carve it
I love the way you write
I love ...
Thursday 25th July 2019 3:28 pm
One day, I would love to sign my name
be wildly proud to autograph a volume
My words printed there in glorious black ink
Type-set, spell-checked and bar-coded
head-shot just inside the hard cover…
And the girl opposite says she loves my work
the way it resonates with her own feelings
gives a voice to what has gone unsaid
she and her beau read them at night
I’d be be one step closer to...
Friday 14th June 2019 9:46 am
Poets are renowned for navel gazing and being introspective. Here are three poems to prove the point. But hey, all navels need an occasional inspecting now and then. :)
The Unpublished Poet
He took a clipboard and a ballpoint pen.
He sat in the sun and then …..
He gazed at the sky, the inexplicable clouds,
Listened to trees sigh, untranslatable tones,
Thought of all that he...
Wednesday 29th May 2019 1:47 pm
Poetry about Real People - The power of poetry in hospice care
There is a tension between the advance of medical science, that pursues its ability to fix and treat, and an acceptance of the natural order of death and how that may be experienced. Atul Gawande, a surgeon and health researcher, has reignited this debate with his book 'Being Mortal' (and also presented the 2014 Reith Lectures on B...
Saturday 16th February 2019 2:09 pm
To all you writers and poets out there.
Thank you for your words of courage,
words of truth,
words of encouragement
Thank you for your solidarity,
for lifting us up.
Thank you for breaking ground,
cutting the edge,
standing on that soapbox
with daring and drive,
having the nerve to shout out
what many ...
Saturday 30th June 2018 12:15 pm
I need to buy tablet pen tips
Forty two hours since my last nap
Forty two thousand taps, scrapes,
And frustrated sighs
How much in sales today?
Can I sleep yet?
Is it enough?
How many strokes across digital canvas
To correct the damage done
One commission to the next
My heart left these works long ago
Onward, fingers, onward
Create the things they want to see...
Friday 24th November 2017 5:44 am
Let my energy flow effortlessly through the wind.
Let it travel the distance,
To make the difference,
Within each person it touches.
Allow those who could not see,
Witness the potential that I carry within.
Let the beauty of my creativity,
Shine like the moon high in the sky.
Like a feather,
Let it flow,
Let it be guided by the wind...
Let it reach it's ...
Monday 22nd May 2017 12:00 am
Drops of night crash into the sky, bye bye daylight, no more sunlight, say goodnight, darkness falls, the stars stand tall to shine, the artist hour has arrived, imagination now is at its all time high.
Thursday 19th January 2017 9:03 pm
Let Me Sit Beneath An Old Lamp
Let me sit beneath an old lamp
With its shade tilted at an angle
Tracing my finger along rough paper
Glowing in a yellow light
Lost in worlds of other’s making
Drawn from the ebb and flow of words
Upon a dim-lit page
As evening draws in
Closing around my imagination
Time passing unnaturally
Monday 8th August 2016 9:17 pm
Rubies and Diamonds
To the dreary and the lonely,
To the cautious and the weary,
To the listless and enlightened minds,
Let them hear what my words describe,
Through humble prophets speaks The King,
Who urges and pushes for The Reckoning,
Answer your soul for it is beckoning,
Cast away shadows,
Cast away strife,
You must answer your soul,
And answer your ...
Thursday 23rd June 2016 5:20 pm
So I hear from you all that he has died,
the man that touched so many lives.
He has not left you in your heart,
now it's time to do your part,
keep his music alive through the dark.
His shining light will never depart.
He left a legacy to show,
his wishes for those who know.
Never let your creativity die,
From the starman waiting in the sky.
Tuesday 12th January 2016 9:38 am
They say home is where the heart is
and my heart is where the art lives.
So where is my home?
Art lives within us all
and begins an internal/external exchange...
like humanity to trees.
We stop, relax, breathe
So where is my home?
First Contact was my spiritual home
gave meat and marrow to
Tuesday 8th November 2011 11:33 pm