Poetry Blog by Rich
None of us are who we think that we are.
All of us portray our inner beliefs,
our fundaments, the bricks with which we’re constructed,
we can’t help but be people defined by our thoughts,
our beliefs and principles,
we are who we are no matter how hard we try,
to be the person we like to think that we are,
because it’s the way that you act that means w...
Tuesday 18th September 2018 9:40 pm
Comfort-satisfaction steam-feathers my mind;
my mug has this aura, a soul -
a presence that, when I see this crafted, ergonomic beauty,
I enjoy pre-consumptive, pre-experiential, pre-appreciative mind-flutters,
I feel the blood-tingle, the brain sparkle,
the caffeine induced dull-relief sharpened clarity.
My mug. I feel you. I would love you.
Had I not shattered you upon my ...
Sunday 17th June 2018 6:17 pm
Folk Cut, folk thrust, folk fight
for a slice of life,
for peace and quiet,
for their health,
And folk cut you, slice you,
dice you and fry you
to gain relative wealth,
their own ego.
So where you might be prone
to help, support and
nurture, advantage is
you get shafted.
Trust destroyed, isolate,
Saturday 28th April 2018 8:50 am
This morning, bringing in the milk, the air
was cold. A snail had crawled into our small
wicker milk bottle holder. I pulled the
poor lass away, to chuck in the herb bed
and her foot was all rumply, a mold of
the wicker work. Hopefully, given snail
anatomy, that’s not an injury.
But I did worry there’d be slime on the
lid. Tasted OK, straight from the bottle.
Thursday 12th April 2018 7:23 pm
Tea steam – I risk daze-distraction. Pot-brewed,
warm. Loose leaf. Pottery pot, hand made, wood
fired. Warm in my hands. Earthen mug. Tactile.
Warm in my throat. Warm. In me. My plants’re
waking up. Spring April day. My berries
growing shoots, little leaves – greengage blossom,
damson flowers. My grass is long. Doesn’t
matter – beetles love long grass. Guests who’re...
Monday 9th April 2018 8:49 pm
Beachwards we race – work’s done, day over, coffee made
and travel-mugs filled. Today’s sky is clear, sunset’s
not over water; beach-dusk, though, is beautiful.
And tonight, we sit chatting nothing until, by
degrees, topics turn to honest thought, true feeling
and we discover our love once more. We talk dark
into a chip-escapade, race home – this is life.
The true religion. ...
Thursday 22nd March 2018 8:31 pm
I’ve counted my friends and I am fortunate. Blessed
by life with true relations. In trouble, through gaps
in time, over distance and under-maintained. I’m
still lucky. To’ve known life and to experience
friendship. True friendship – beyond infatuation,
beyond duty’s bond and loyalty’s clasp, beyond
life-joined unity. Upon the rocks at the true
depths, the limits of human...
Sunday 4th March 2018 9:39 pm
Dawn cries to our hill, foretelling of day,
with deep shadows brightening, tree tops enlightening
the jackdaws, whose wing flaps and foot hops prepare them
as aerospace sky-students pre-warming to fly.
Bed clothes reject us, for now we must rise
to gulp down our porridge which tells us – surprise –
no need for our satchels, our bonnets, our books –
we’re here for our holi...
Friday 23rd February 2018 4:29 pm
Come sit with me, Ted, and I will tell you of a boy’s world’s wonders, waiting to be yours.
Of bouncing balls, sunny days, mud-cake kitchens and rainy-day holidays.
Of water-hoses giggle-sprayed in paddling pools and grinning-faces, of soaking-clothes and sopping-feet and people dodging, cackle-fleeing.
Of fishing trips to beaches made of rock and sand, where eels patrol and mackerel swar...
Sunday 18th February 2018 8:39 pm
Look how far we’ve come. Children educated
so fast they’re not ready for work. We are now so
thoroughly modern we have non-governmental
organisations to take care off our guilt. So
awfully civilised with our celebrated
towns and idolised cities, inequality
illustrated in blatant artistry. And we
still pay women less than men, for doing the same
job, with the same skills...
Thursday 8th February 2018 4:52 pm
So many programmes and news feeds tell us that in
our lives, almost anything we do has a marked
detrimental effect on the world around us.
Consumption consumes. Waste pollutes. Food has miles. Clothes
sweat. Journeys emit. So we all, collectively,
know this. However. Nothing changes. Mainly, I
think, because we’re largely – individually –
unable to make a difference. ...
Friday 26th January 2018 7:35 pm
Some folk have something about them we all admire,
recognise or respect. Bravery is, perhaps,
too simple a term. Lack of choice – necessity -
draws out the hero in all of us. Frequently,
all of us are amazed at what can be – and is –
done in extreme circumstances. Living through a
particular time, fighting one of life’s spectres –
ill health, bereavement, disadvantage – or...
Sunday 21st January 2018 9:33 am
Coal-warmth creates ease from eve-gloom
drizzle-wind, frost and face-sting skin-pierce
driven-drizzle blast weather.
Thermal ticks of stove-warmtn metal-clicks
promise heat and unguent to pink-red
The afternoon's gone, the light's fading fast.
Damp wool and sodden fleece
tell of walking in the wilds.
The dog's mud-caked and happy to be free,
for shrieks o...
Saturday 20th January 2018 6:12 pm
Spell-binding hammer-pounded sunlight retina-
flinches squint-eyed revel-faces. Crowd folk lost in
head clouds slow-revolve whilst time is on leave, passing
without fail – stopping to tell me not to hurry,
moving on unnoticed, startling late-crowds with
midnights and an early, well spent sun rise. Band-lulled
we join a synchronised gyro-walk, pacing the
flow-gyratory past fo...
Saturday 6th January 2018 10:14 pm
Our country allows free expression – in reason.
Expression without hate, prejudice or simple
discrimination. We are a genuine, true
bastion for our world. Occasions in modern
history illustrate the ease of taking the
wrong option – our mistakes. Regardless, citizens
do have a right to harbour and express valued
opinion, views or convictions that conflict
with that of our...
Monday 1st January 2018 11:16 am
Earth is a curious place. Sunrise evokes awe
in those who watch a day’s waking hour. To survive
that day, or consecutive days, we’re totally
reliant upon our ingenuity and
the society we’ve built. Were it not for our
technology, logistics and planning, many
of us would not be here. Earth’s beauty hides this harsh,
double edged sword. Something so beautiful can be
Saturday 30th December 2017 9:13 am
Blank paper: limitless potential. I mark the
page: I communicate. So too, my garden. I
recently planted a fruit tree; I look forward
to jam, sauce and pudding. I hope my successors
appreciate their bounty. My garden, my mark,
my legacy. So, too, planet Earth. Our species
have made our mark. We communicate our culture,
celebrate our achievements and know our science....
Wednesday 13th December 2017 9:32 pm
Life artefacts: the attributes of our world which
make us us. Which forge our understanding of what
and who we are. These artefacts hold power for
us. They resonate, they thrum with our reason to
be. If removed, struck away: we become bereft
of direction and belonging: we lose inner
essence-purpose. Lost in the world’s melange, perhaps
we’ll never again feel that deep mea...
Sunday 3rd December 2017 12:45 am
As an organism, I’m tied to natural
rhythms, natural scales, natural life cycles.
And I sit in my concrete home, watching sci-fi
LED technology, drinking a liquid
synthesised in a tank, which I’m not sure really
is an actual drink, although the flavour is
supreme. So I wonder where does reality
come in? That I am natural, I rely on
the sun to make my food, the air to brea...
Thursday 23rd November 2017 6:31 pm
We've all known for ages that we're slaves to
the machine. Without revolution. No
appreciable protest. All of us -
pretty much - continuing our blinkered
slavery with implied acquiescence.
Outside the machine is such a scary
place. Our machine, we know, is merciless,
harmful and unstoppable. And so much
damage is done by our creation. We
are the parts of the machin...
Sunday 19th November 2017 7:00 pm
A fight - sttruggle, battle, - whatever
you might call this thing -
this artefact of human artifice -
this conceptual agreement,
paradigm of being - this
society we call our own,
our single, greatest achievement.
Get one over, do better than,
succeed despite - magic phrases
for our self-measuring cult,
our narrow world, our purpose to
Wednesday 8th November 2017 6:01 pm
Far away. Away over hills, dales, swamps and footpaths.
Lies my dwelling. My being place.
Where all me is kept.
My spiritual, etheric, foddering home.
I can't take you there - for the place is mine and mine totally.
Taking another would change the place to not me.
Make me pine for a place that was.
That no longer exists.
So I'll slip away.
Tuesday 7th November 2017 6:21 pm
So many shades of blue cover the path
to my horizon. Clouds shelter my spot
right now – but I can see sunshine sparking
God’s flashes away in the distance. One
spot – maybe close, maybe far – reacts to
a cloud-break; glorious, eye-piercing sharp-hard
brilliance. Maybe that’s you watching me,
settled on the shaded sea, showing off
you Angel status. I remember you,
Thursday 12th October 2017 9:48 am
something fundamental lurks.
Our minds feel that tangible
knowledge – close to faith, close to
belief – close to explicit
certainty – understanding
reality’s true purpose –
the reason behind our shared
world, planet – solar system,
universe. Folk puzzle at
this conundrum – we feel we
should know, if only we could...
Tuesday 10th October 2017 4:57 pm
Teach children to aspire, provide them with
tools to reach – strive to achieve – after all,
we inhabit a dog eat dog world, where
we all fight for everything we’ve got.
Teach children that success is the purpose
of being alive, indoctrinate them:
the cult of self-measurement, relative
status the principle of life on Earth.
Teach children to aim for goals – achieve...
Tuesday 19th September 2017 7:42 pm
I live by necessity,
I compromise my desires
for security. Ideals
compromised for base comforts.
I play by rules I believe
to be fundamentally
unfair. I envy the gulls
I lie watching at the coast.
They live by urge - fly here, fly
there - investigate a pile
of seaweed, take off out to
sea to sit and bob for hours.
I envy the fox, living
Friday 8th September 2017 9:20 pm
I wish to be heard. To bridge the divide
auto-ostracising me from common
experience. Common understanding,
inclusion and collusion in present’s
moment. I think ahead what response my
actions engender. My words carefully
based: precision vocabulary I
once envied – recycled at will,
effect calculated. For reflection
on me, upping my status, ...
Thursday 24th August 2017 9:02 pm
Phases. Transitory time patches
Grouped or characterised by a theme.
A shade, a colour, a tangible
And identifiable sameness.
Phase of fashion.
Reflecting an idea.
Perhaps marking self out as distinct.
Separating self from the others.
Friday 11th August 2017 4:53 pm
Not on my side. Biding.
Race against. Relations
With time are contrary.
I’d have plenty, do what
I’d like; disappointed,
I must use time wisely,
Lest I run out. Demands
On mine mean diaries
Show choc-a-block days, no
Time for self amidst my
Commitments. Spacing out
Appointments, setting time
Aside to use as my
Own, I run short. Only
Sunday 6th August 2017 10:09 am
Black Dog. Stalking me. Matching
every step. Haunting
my shadow. Nanometre
My psyche cringes. Ruin’s
proximity creeping fear
into me. One false move. One
trip. One fall. One turn against
the flow, the stalking dog bites.
And I press on. Walk with fear
behind me. I’ve been knocked down.
I’ve got up. I’ve re-built lives....
Wednesday 2nd August 2017 8:53 am
Growing up, life teaches you lessons. The
More you experience, the more lessons
You learn, and this shapes your world view. Lessons
Form your outlook, changing your personal
Perspective, as you gaze out, over your
Future, an ever-shortening view. That
Future, the landscape of life, appeared bleak,
Featureless and hostile. Preferring not
To look, understanding ...
Thursday 27th July 2017 8:02 pm
Dullness quells life. Awareness lethargy smothered, freedom-yearn tears emotion.
Boredom-relief inspiring-action search reveals apathy.
Interest-sparking idea-moment sabotaged, all activity thought-rendered pointless.
Turn over a rock and see what’s there.
Discovery potential begs worn-minded attention.
Creates transitory hope.
Smithereened upon same rocks.
Thursday 8th June 2017 2:51 pm
To your tender question.
over a metter delicate.
A subject I hold close.
A card I let none other see.
A card that hurts,
for as long as
I hold this hand.
So, to play.
Show this hand.
Exposes part of me that's easy to injure.
A part held dear.
Friday 19th May 2017 5:20 pm
Defies any logic of control.
Mind-channel's pelt through anxious nonsense.
Peace a distant thought,
Foreign land. And there is no place to hide.
No breakwater, behind which
find lulling calm.
This torrent is totality,
whose subject matter
majors upon all those memories,
Sunday 14th May 2017 6:42 pm
What mistake can you make that I haven't already?
Your horizon's my pleasure to roll back.
Wonder at my knowledge.
And I show you.
You step solid here.
Lean on this.
I see you.
Know you ask th...
Thursday 11th May 2017 8:50 pm
Life stasis. Rut. Climb out, escape
Manifest new reality
Through positive action.
Hesitant. Awaiting Order.
Unable to instruct
Self to act. External control
Required to achieve goal.
Observe: written word, adventure -
Second hand life – passivity’s
Bespoke, known creation.
Disallow life’s victimising
Thursday 4th May 2017 4:56 pm
Beyond Hills. Plains. Mountain's peaks.
Across far horizons.
Is where I'm from.
Distant. In time and space.
Safety-craving yearns memory.
Inspires trance-thought flashback.
Filled with heart-sing reminiscence-provoking sights, sounds - the scent of security.
Monday 1st May 2017 10:05 am
I sit in a Titan's clasp.
Breaking out my only wish.
Looking through fingers.
Scared to touch.
Lest I am detected.
By titan machinations.
And run like magic,
At freedom's opportunity.
Tuesday 28th March 2017 9:26 pm
Strike a blow.
Ring the anvil.
Pace. Drive. Beat.
Be dynamis. Perpetual origin.
Chain reaction ignition.
Strike hot iron. Watch hammer-sparks ignite satellite flames,
Orbiting original impetus: You.
Ignite your world with positivity. Watch the wildfire.
Sunday 26th March 2017 8:52 am
Four-wall safe-box secure.
Heart beating duldrum to duldrum.
The World - Beyond my door: Danger.
Other-folk. Living other-life.
Of glee. Fun. Friends. Sociality.
One screen. Glitch. One portal-opening reality twist.
Unchecked at the door.
Unpermission-beg desperation-need self-denialled.
To Closest. Furthest.
Thursday 16th March 2017 8:15 pm
Solace in loneliness achieved only post-turmoil.
Mind-spin thought-paths create anxiety, confusion.
Smash-render peace elusive illusion.
Prevent slow succour-drift.
Heart-ache loneliness from gut-yearn apprehension resists calm.
Peace in tranquility hideous-mind forbidden.
Persistent thought-loops cover unpalatable memories, memes, paradi...
Saturday 11th March 2017 1:33 am
Tread softly, transient visitor.
We are burdens, weighing upon the world.
Leave no trace.
Our networks. Friends. Relatives.
Support our mental/emotional health.
Our spiritual wellbeing.
Earth supports our physical selves.
Dependency-webbed, we're bonded.
We draw upon our networks.
And are drawn upon, testing bonds.
Friday 17th February 2017 11:41 pm
I laid my head on your reassurance.
I crawled into your lap.
Prayed for all the world.
Felt you succour-warm my life-ache.
I trusted you. You rewarded me.
I miss you.
I can no longer lodge my trust.
I have nowhere to lay my head.
I hurt in small hours. Alert for nothing.
I ache loneliness when I am tested.
I haven't you by my side.
Faith - I long for you....
Wednesday 8th February 2017 8:07 pm
Time took the whole.
What I thought was mine.
We share this moment with all creation.
One quantum between all of us.
I believed experience to be whole.
I have only fragments.
And those are, at best, images and feelings.
Time eats us.
Swallows us whole.
And when all's said and done.
We leave with nothing.
Save knowing that we'...
Friday 3rd February 2017 5:41 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
How did that.
Going with the flow.
Faith in fate.
Belief that the Master Plan has a paragraph for you.
That the Great Decider has you as a priority.
Knows what’s best for you.
What you really want.
Whilst you stay quiet.
Forces the question.
Every force has an equal and opposite.
Thursday 26th January 2017 10:22 pm
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