Poetry Blogs (purpose)
Spring fluffs fall like snow
"all is lost; our end is mud"
but wake up a tree
Saturday 10th April 2021 6:16 pm
Give Praise to the world,
To all those who'd been here before
Who made this world so much more
Than it had been.
For each tiny change,
If it took years, months or days,
Was all part of the way
From nothing to everything,
So let's Give Praise to the world,
To all those who'd been here before
And maybe do one thing more
Because we share their dream
To make this world a better pla...
Saturday 20th March 2021 7:45 am
We are at peace
when we stop wanting
We are happy
when we accept ourselves
Maybe we went wrong
when we thought we should be trying
to achieve anything else.
there are many people hurting
And we hear about
many people getting hurt
Maybe we went wrong
when we thought life had a purpose
to struggle for.
Or is it life
can't contain true peace and happiness
Or not unles...
Sunday 28th February 2021 1:38 am
Right here, right now
is how & what, & where,
for nowhere else
has the key;
could it ever be?
This is it,
of a timeless Rhyme
set in space--
Anomaly or intention?
Accident or invention?
Stop-- and check-in--
since this is the occasion
to lose--or to find,
a flowing mind.
Tuesday 16th February 2021 5:04 am
There is no winning or losing possible
Only what we let go of and what we keep,
Because we don't know the final outcome
Or the purpose of anything.
And positivity and negativity are as good as each other
When nothing much matters,
So it all comes down to not what we want to be or have
But what we want to feel.
Sunday 31st January 2021 1:30 am
You'd be surprised how rarely we think
About what we want to say.
This world barely gives the time
To do more than think
We are thinking,
Not the everyday chatter,
Though even that sometimes slips out
It is our inner message to the world,
Our message to ourselves
That we neglect.
Whereas, a blank page challenges the poet
To do more than merely spill the sou...
Thursday 7th January 2021 1:12 am
Oh my soul must have dropped litter in heaven
Here in earth, on Earth, on earth I am bound.
Oh my soul,
Why did you drop litter in heaven?
Now on earth, with earth, by earth I am ground.
Oh my soul
Rise, strive, and soar to heaven
Redeemed, relieved, rebound.
Friday 11th December 2020 2:34 am
the midpoint of the universe,
the center of everything
in the middle of nowhere
space is infinite all around
think about it
your thoughts chase
the ever-extending boundaries
with the speed of light
but the limits are impossible to find
they are set by your mind
no need to be a scientist
to know, what can't be known...
Saturday 24th October 2020 5:17 pm
If you could compare my soul to anything in nature
I’d say it‘s like a thunderstorm
people have mixed feelings about it
there are positive and negative feelings involved
some fear it for its destructive potential
some admire the lightning show
tension holds it together
that it’s trying to release
an inner state of unease
it’s contrary in all of its parts
Saturday 25th July 2020 10:18 am
The rose recognizes the beauty of the sunflower, all the while self-assured in her own. She does not envy the golden beauty for her appeal to you
She knows better - she has guarded her stem from the likes of your fingers and the fingers of those before you, and the ones that will come after
She knows that while you, selfishly and ignorantly, believe the garden to be created for you...
Saturday 14th December 2019 2:59 pm
The old man sat on the terrace his eyes closed. The throbbing purr of the mini-digger sounded like some very large, contented lion. Rob the driver was telling Jake the plumber, who was in the trench, to saw through the large root from the acacia tree that was stopping the digger scooping out more trench. The old man opened his eyes and saw his friend Dave, owner of terrace and trench, holding out ...
Tuesday 6th August 2019 5:24 pm
My car stands motionless in the drive-way
but I still don't have my licence
That guitar stays propped against its amp
but I don't know a single chord
and my lover, she lies there in the bedroom
My chess set collects dust in the fire grate
but I don't know what the rules are
That fishing rod looms above the bait box
but I don't have the technique
and my lover, she lies there in t...
Saturday 22nd June 2019 12:35 pm
Too much reality
can burn a hole
through your soul.
I prefer to temper it
with rose colored glasses,
as you know.
With my glasses on
I can see past the ego
to the wounds at
I can see that the
past, present, and
future are all
created for one purpose
to tell the story
of how we want to
show up in this world.
I can see beyond
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 3:08 pm
An explosion beyond comprehension sent all
The ingredients of the cosmos careening through the void.
Light, matter, and energy diffused chaotically,
Taking billions of years (as we now know them)
To fall into some kind of order, to establish
Some vaguely predictable interactions of
Cosmic proportion. Somehow, trillions of
Particles began to cooperate to form
Molecules of ca...
Thursday 17th January 2019 11:13 am
Live life today,
Like there's no tomorrow,
So forget about the pain,
And embrace the sorrow,
Life is a struggle,
That we all go through,
Searching for deeper meaning,
And contemplating whats true,
Beauty and complexity,
A trip through the divine,
It can't be mere coincidence,
It was done by design,
At first we are taught this is it,
The material is all that's there,
Then what is my p...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 5:54 am
This piece comes from an exhibition of the work of celebrated Australian artist and sculptor Brett Whiteley. Parts of his enormous masterwork "Alchemy" can be found on the cover artwork of Dire Straits' album of the same name. A long-term drug user, he died in 1992 from a heroin overdose.
A metaphor for clear technique,
the Gallery (patrolled, secure,
Tuesday 9th January 2018 7:28 am
Let not distraction keep you!
When The Drama of the perfume Fades
The Tossing Tousled hair parades
Settle in a lazy muse and the moon no longer lingers,
When the mystery seems tired as the night turns day,
The conversation feels hired as the wine wears away,
When reality strings together like a cellists’ tune,
Awaking your longing for a richer room
Be the see...
Saturday 20th May 2017 10:21 am
A noun all alone in the white open space is at risk,
if it doesn't know its own definition or purpose.
Without knowing its identity, this noun may search for a verb.
Once it finds this verb, it may begin to become active.
After it is active, it may come to dwell upon passive.
Should this be the case, it may call itself just a subordinate clause.
Still without the sense of cause, ...
Saturday 22nd November 2014 9:23 pm
She, born of the forge and cast from the pyre,
The fire of her birth soon vanished to iron,
Cold and lifeless, but still with a purpose
And then, from the worthless womb of coals
Her sisters, countless in their tumble
Collide and stumble to the four corners
Of the earth. Rapidly consumed
Exhumed for a thousand years
Or perhaps two…
Here she, in the wood of the pu...
Wednesday 9th October 2013 3:09 pm