Poetry Blogs (2013, journey)
if you must.
I don't understand
what prompts you
to surface anyway.
I will do like I always do,
show up on the page,
stumble through what
I was put on earth to do,
share my truth.
I know even though you
fly away again and again
to do whatever muses do,
you will come back,
when I least expect
and light up my soul
with your beautiful words,
like you alwa...
Wednesday 27th March 2019 8:25 pm
The blackness doesn't exist
With eyelids positioned, fixed
To all looking in
A mind that won't give in.
Spectrums of colour await
Films and events,
Into moments that shouldn't exist
As the frequency demands it's existence to manifest.
The future and past
Pour like an hourglass
With each grain of sand
Making moments of transcendent glam.
Moments defined by an anagra...
Thursday 14th March 2019 2:52 pm
We were lame and we were young,
Walking in the woods,
While singing our song,
Never in my dreams, felt anything wrong,
Thought you were always coming along,
Do not remember where exactly I lost you,
My eyes searched for you in heavy fog,
I continued my journey amidst the rocks,
Shivered through-out the night,
Darkness was blocking my sight,
Always thought that you wer...
Thursday 24th January 2019 5:56 am
Our ultimate journey
in life brings us
to the place of
You are enough.
I am enough.
I see you
beyond the labels
You see the same
spirit in me.
and that is
Poem inspired by Oprah's Super Soul Conversations with Elizabeth Lesser, author of The Marrow of...
Friday 18th January 2019 1:22 pm
Light, from a billion years too late
Creating states of existence
In an essence of brilliance
On a journey that deliberates deliverance.
Belonging to all
These black nights filled with pockets of galactical,
manifested mystical’s –
of fire and pure delight.
Welcoming all, to join them in a dancing rage
Screaming to all who look upon their fate
Come and join us and live among this art...
Monday 10th December 2018 10:18 am
A Prayer for the Living
Pray that your living be thus:
A journey fulfilled, not forgotten,
a place for the touching of souls, not Mammon,
to freely forgive, and bear no malice,
a mind at peace, never roiling in anger -
and room to grow, not retreat or wander,
with no pangs of envy for the birds as they fly,
but to drink in the indigo boom of the waves
as they c...
Monday 17th September 2018 10:44 am
She was already sunken before she got off land,
pelted by the pebbles,
sliced on the slippery rocks.
As soon as she tried to float the weeds
slip an emerald chain tight.
It was a journey that nearly choked her.
She fought to surf along with them
having learnt to fear everything
I have fished in these waters for many years,
watched helplessly for her to rise from the...
Sunday 15th April 2018 11:59 am
This rumination came from growing awareness of my mortality which, in turn, is generated and measured by the expanding list of things once given or assumed that, alas, are no longer possible.
How shall I talk to you, my friend?
How should I regard you
(and will I care)
as you grow ever older before my gaze
while I stay young?
Who are you? Dare I look on yo...
Monday 15th January 2018 2:33 pm
The Glowering Mists of Autumn
As I travel life's journey I'm often-times struck
By a vision both novel and possibly true; that serenity
In a dangerous world without luck,
Is impossible; but is there a temporal divinity?
Perhaps the root causes of wonder and joy
Really are in the sky, or on Dante's fine peak,
Or my fireside, where the dance won't annoy
In the compa...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 9:06 am
Affinity with words has been part of me since trying to decipher little card cut words given by a teacher, but my journey into poetry began in 2002 when something changed the course of my life as surely as a strong tiller on a lightweight boat, or piece of drift wood caught in a strong current.
Before that I was as a sycamore seed spiralling every which way in winds. What happened caused my ship ...
Wednesday 1st November 2017 10:33 pm
In cloaks of words I wrap myself against the weather
Storms I conjured up as punishment.
Hands full of swords thrusting up out of the earth
The round route I take. Gazelles return again
To the brink, to drink. And me? To think.
So I skirt mans burning fire, hyena lurking
Laughing in the dark. A great arc I make
Like a dim sun at the end of his leash
Scribing the day across the sky...
Friday 27th October 2017 8:00 pm
This is a commentary on living, when the living is hard.
Dawn has come to smother the light
in my house.
As I douse the candle's flicker
its feeble flame shines at the window,
lifting the road beyond
into patterned pathways, glinting
in the early bright;
the soft rain of midnight's darkling succour
is almost gone.
It will return tomorrow, u...
Wednesday 11th October 2017 8:54 am
In loving, I set myself up for loss,
In caring, broken by those who don't give a toss,
What is the point in this moment or next?
We all end up broken, more broken, bereft...
From start to finish just feels like a flash,
Earn money, more money, broken for cash,
Tired and more tired waiting for sweet release,
When death's knell calls, signalling my peace
So what is ...
Monday 29th May 2017 11:06 pm
Traveller: walk roads.
Wash eye's innocence in life's flow.
Erode face-gullies in time's flood.
Let years sculpt wisdom into an open soul.
Face journey's lessons willing.
Respond. Adapt. Change.
Face alternate current.
Learn. Change again.
Be you. Inner you. Consistent.
Time's sculpture, life's subject.
Friday 27th January 2017 8:52 pm
A FLIGHT OF FRENZY
I sit and I wonder,
I hope and I dream,
I see in the sky and let its depth swallow me.
I lay still,
And the body lifeless;
But the mind,
Oh the mind is soaring, riding and galloping; on a stork, on a horse, on a ram, on a breeze,
On the wind of the spring and the waves of the seas.
I soar up as an eagle and I see,
A trans world laid out in front of...
Thursday 12th January 2017 4:56 pm
White beaches and bent Palm trees,
Bath warm water and hot sand,
Ice cold beer, the scent of blossom,
The sound of fire lit live bands.
Humidity and waterfalls,
A Milkworm eaten from a leaf,
The mud, the rain, the cramp, the sweat,
The view from at the peak.
18 hour coach journeys,
The illness and the sick,
Your shuttle bus is a dump truck, and
Thursday 5th January 2017 5:31 am
It is an anti-climactical relapse into the repression and suppression of life.
You'll be on a cloud of positivity held in the captivity of optimism.
And then as if your minds been hit by a tun of bricks that indicate the euphemism of the candidness of reality.
As you get older you realise that the higher you climb the further it is to fall,
so you get indecisive between the f...
Monday 28th November 2016 8:04 am
The Journey of Life
Life is a journey,
And along the way will travel many,
You will begin the voyage with a destination in mind,
Aboard many friends and family you shall find.
With them you will share stories and laughter,
But you must realize that life isn’t always “happily forever after,”
You will travel across steep hills and through the dark night,
Nevertheless at ...
Sunday 21st August 2016 12:32 pm
Caught in the muddy waters of life
Spiralling in a whirlpool of tenacity
Plucked and discarded
To continue its journey alone
Monday 1st February 2016 9:13 am
I hope the train breaks down
Before the end of the line.
Then again; that’s a bit of a foolish thought
For sooner or later
We’ll get to the end,
I like the journey
But not the destination
So I think I’ll break my journey
And change trains at the station
Because I’m not quite ready,
For the end of the line
So I’ll carry on with my trip
Thursday 13th August 2015 3:22 am
I want to go, I want to go
Back to the bend of the straw, 'neath heights of hay
On red lop-...
Sunday 10th November 2013 11:27 pm
The key of currency
is the changing of hands,
a baton passed on
in constant motion
that binds together
all its participants.
A fresh, crisp bill
is a virgin still,
between your fingers
and epic journey
are yet to unfold.
Thursday 31st January 2013 2:24 pm
This poem is a collaboration between myself and another poet, J.R.Morgan. You can find her work here. www.J-r-morgan.tumblr.com
Bold is myself, Italics is Morgan.
Bland winds hold her hand
as they lead her through the scent of lilac promises
exhaled from decomposed breath.
They carry her down to the riverbank
where Zephyrus winds churn the
tides to the ri...
Thursday 5th January 2012 11:11 am
I’m one of the boys; I’m one of them who lives in my southern English town of Witches’ Elbow.
We just love it in our quaint little town by the sea, we chill out on the beach on the long summer nights, drinking warm beer and making love on the sand dunes knowing these moments will last forever.
I’m originally from the north and moved to Witches’ Elbow coz I ...
Monday 3rd October 2011 3:20 pm
THE TRAGEDY OF SONG
She sings in such hushed vocal tones one second,
then she shatters glass in an attack of tragic beauty the next.
The truths and traumas of life seem so real and painful when her voice glides over them,
after all, isn’t this the life that you and I and her live?
We are all in the same boat on this rough ocean at the mercy of the gale.
Sunday 2nd October 2011 4:16 pm
Ascending and turning to the right I shield my eyes to the horrors before me.
I don’t want to look but I know what is there – it is the unbegotten,
all swirling in flames, flesh falling from their burning bones.
Writhing in eternal damnation. Am I to become one, or am I to watch from the edge of hell as they burn? I am being drawn into this vision, this nem...
Monday 19th September 2011 5:40 pm
Universal medium of communication,
A spatial concept of a nation.
Cartographic knowledge preserved,
for Earth’s monumental search.
A land marked aspect, a mountainous trail
Without a map would surely fail.
Setting latitude’s apart, for ocean voyage,
or a walk through a park.
When we are lost and fail to find,
beacons of light wash up, with m...
Saturday 4th December 2010 6:50 pm
live and die
and very inviting
oh glory be
praise the sacredness
of true womanhood
I'm gladly trapped
a joyous prisoner
playing with you
playing with my thoughts
melting into pure lust
you desire me
to exhibit my
I'm aware of your
of your red blooded
and beating heart
together we'll explore
our sacred whore
and we'll return from paradise
desiring more m...
Tuesday 26th August 2008 12:06 am