Friday, February 28, 2014

Wind


The wind builds into the gloom
A west borne tide of anger
Its fell voice is on the air
A call to the shadows of the heart
But I shall not answer tonight
For I am harmless and warm
And perhaps a little afraid
In darkness they will come
On steeds of Atlantic breath
To gallop me away to silence

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Shale


Through the shale of dried tears
Walk then softly in delicate bliss
For the bounty of tearing skies
Does not lightly fall down upon us
Wind may howl its vulpine song
But dawn will always ever come
And return despair to its rocky lair

Monday, February 24, 2014

Atoms


But if the atoms can coalesce
At the breath of creation
Fuse in the elemental emptiness
Merge into unity
And incalculable years later
Make you whole
Then we redefine destiny
For we are coherence
The oldest corporeal things in the universe
Till time and its unequivocal law
Dissolve us back into the breathless void

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Counting


125,000 fewer unemployed now on the figures
But I know for a fact it is was only 124,999
They have not counted me; they never count me
And if they do not count me; who else did they miss

 
Across the wider UK economy there were 2.3 million people out of work in the three months to December, 125,000 fewer than in the three months to September, although the pace of falling unemployment was slowing, according to the Office for National Statistics (ONS).

Perhaps they should change the name to the ‘Government Office for Nonsense And Dubious Subtraction’ with the acronym ‘GONADS’ because let’s face it; this is all complete balls.

Prosperous


We are a prosperous country but...
We are submerged in years of futility
There is no aid for poverties flood
Its waters enter homes like tidal wolves
But when the Home Counties suffer
When nature dare invade the south-east
Location, location, location
With the correct political affiliation
Is all that really matters to a Tory Nation?
And the rain gave way to showers of gold

Patrick Wintour and Robert Booth - The Guardian, Tuesday 11 February 2014 21.11 GMT

A resolute David Cameron vowed to marshal the forces of the state to tackle the flooding crisis, pledging a wider role for the army and unlimited public funds to protect families. After two days of Whitehall infighting and mixed messages, the prime minister returned from visiting stricken communities in south-west England to hold a Downing Street press conference at which he sought to assert his authority over the natural disaster.

In words that may yet come back to haunt him, Cameron said: "My message to the country today is this. Money is no object in this relief effort, whatever money is needed for it will be spent. We will take whatever steps are necessary". He insisted "we are a wealthy country and we have taken good care of our public finances". With many communities complaining about the lack of help from official agencies, Cameron claimed that the emergency Gold Command system was working well, but he added: "It is clear the military could play a bigger role."

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Sochi


Men and women gather and some of them are gay
But no Olympian flame now enlightens the way
It guttered on its journey and ignited ancient division
It orbited the earth but did not leave its prejudice
Was quenched in space by a dark rhetoric of homophobia
A long shadow is cast to the shores of Sochi and beyond
And no Athenians of antiquity are left to illuminate us

Monday, February 17, 2014

Hornet


Patterns in black on yellow like Polynesian tattoos
The hornet queen lay in my hand like a fifth finger
She is rust-orange and so patently magnificent
Vespa Lancastrian; but she is weak and confused
Has awakened far too many time this winter
Yet she laps up the nectar I have placed there
Takes her fill of food and rare human warmth
Then she is replete and she needs again to sleep
I place her in the darkest, coolest, driest corner
For the frost is coming soon and she will slumber
Till the April and then what work she will make
And now she knows my scent she will come visit
Roar thorough the garden and to all her children;
She will tell that such kindness is always repaid
And my garden shall be picked clean of all the bugs
And her debt is settled in full when I eat my greens

 

Friday, February 14, 2014

Sad Valentine


If you were a monster
It would be simpler
But I remember you
I know your face
But not your name
You watch me for hours
And when I do nothing familiar
You cry!
I wish I could smile at you
Give a small token of love
But I am within a fortress
Though I did not build it
But you are ever my Valentine
Never forget that
Even when I do

Valentine's Day

I can't say Valentines Day is my favourite but in the spirit of the day


Loves' origin of all
Is really very small
It never has a plan
Nor needs no diagram
It blossoms in spring
If willing Valentines sing

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A red letter in the hall
Pink flowers in a wall
A text that says it all
My valentine is to call

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I painted a picture once
It is the colours of my soul
Now when I look upon it
I can always see your face
There is heaven in its strokes

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Pain


We find in older age
We cannot live with pain
But we dare not live without it
Pain stalks me like a wolf
It hunts in the long night
Biting deep into wounded flesh
For its banquet is fear
And it always dines alone

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Alias


It’s all in a name
But no ‘nom de plume’
No ‘nom de guerre’
Nor ‘pseudonym’ or ‘alias’
Carries real sincerity
I will remain only me
For to hide is to dread
And what fear weakens
The hard world invades
To reclaim our liberty

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Rain


It has rained more than was needed
And it continues with small respites
Water has penetrated every weakness
For some it flooded rural life with anger
But water is the master of all the Earth
The silver blood of a world in cloudy veins
But we would wish that it would slow
Still its rapid heartbeat just for a time
So we may catch sight of the rainbow
That arcs across the watery meadows

Saturday, February 08, 2014

Gran Canaria Holiday photos










Avatar


Comes the avatar of night
A creature men name the cold
To touch one toe
Then another
To heel and ankle
Calf and thigh
Till she can shrink and curl
Make us less in loves eye
And then she is sated

Thursday, February 06, 2014

Healed


Come softly tonight
But only at the moment
That...
I close my eyes to sleep
Settle next to me
Take hold of my hand
Do not speak or sigh
Let me hear...
Only your breath
Feel your warmth
Your bony knees
And I shall never know
If this was just a dream
For in the morning
You will be gone
But I shall be healed

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

Cede


To each is given a karmastic end
We cannot cede these fears
All will come to pass
But we may...
Take what grace is given us
And seize a sundering day
To tread upon land one last time
And sorrow our indiscretions
To all those we have hurt

Friday, January 17, 2014

Nights Breath


Wet grass now moist
Coated in nights breath
As we lie spent
Coated in the dew of ardour
In lieu of today now be still
Whisper not sweet parting
When the sun now must rise
Into mornings heady bloom
And the world is ours
For one more day till night

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Cachet


All the winds circling the world
Would not stir one leaf
Clinging to your autumn hair
For time has no memory here.
Nothing that you did
Can come to any effect
You will remain always my love
The cachet of my noble intent

Monday, January 13, 2014

The Fish


There’s a fish in my pond
Thinks I don’t see him, but I do
There he will stay through winter
Hiding within sour leaves
That fell like rain
In the autumn breezes
And he is content
In a mantle of humus
To wrap him warm

There’s a fish in my pond
Thinks I don’t see him, but I do
There he will stay through winter
Watches water freeze above
Into silvered stained glass
Held in green leaded frame
And he is content
To endure till spring
Softer than a whispered lie

There’s a fish in my pond
Thinks I don’t see him, but I do
There he will stay through winter
And his heart beats slowly
In time to the heron’s wings
A beat to descend and muffle
Orange eyes of desire, espy him
And he is not content
For he lies within a watery grave

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Bloom


That bloomed in all peaceful days
In the west the calyx of splendour
Soft, rose-scented velveteen; fades
Petals fall and drift to histories floor
But so open the new red blossoms
Rolled-up petals of modernity; unfolding
Brightening all the Orient with hope
But of thorny stems that grow apace
Matching hopes flowers in spiteful thorn
What buds shall they bear us?
And will beauty be even a care
When they open fully into day

Thursday, January 09, 2014

Space


For you but one site
But it is the centre
Of my universe
This is my liberty
Where I may arise
And move the world
Just a little
If it will let me
I never forget that

Blowing


One face cannot weather every storm
In a short game of generational moves
To a permanent state of higher elation
I wander not because I am ever lost
But because the world hides it message
That no flower may withhold its beauty
Not if the tempest comes without rain
Only air washes away solidifying time
On windy bluster, desiccating ecstasy
It is after all, sport played over decades
And I played it well for the most part
Not you, or nature, or others can do harm
Becoming unloved; takes longer than a lifetime.

Monday, January 06, 2014

Times' Sting


Ah, but do not be so harsh on this so human quality
He so keenly feels time’s ignoble sting upon his body
Time may usurp desire; sing its closing bars at evensong
Yet eventuality does not beckon hither a reckless want
So we will waive the night and make of a day infinity
And time may wait for us to clap his epigrammatic song

Saturday, January 04, 2014

Weeds

Weeds take ill from the soil
And yet flourish in adversity
Vigorous on meagre sustenance
Self-reliant and tough to the core
They resist all damage and abuse
They show us
We can overcome anything
If the desire to survive is strong

Friday, January 03, 2014

Shame

Like the phases of the moon.
To each is measured infamy
In me it waxes a regretful crescent
Held in place by only gravity
A scimitar of arrhythmic dreams
That rides above my tiny intent
This fixed point in time and space
A cyclical mother lode of dreams
Forever resisting forces of attraction

Lottery


I’m really quite expectant; but not in any way a seer
But I think my luck is changing with fortune very near
And all I need are six numbers to bring about good cheer
So wish me luck, and just in case, that I’m not very clear
Your tune will change to wedding bells, if I’m very rich dear
With all that lovely lolly I’ll almost become a noble peer
With champagne booze aplenty, to lubricate a dry year
I know you don’t believe me; for gossip around me I do hear
But the lottery phoned me up today if you’d like to shed a tear
I got the six lucky winning numbers to chase away all my fear

 
This type of poem is called a ‘monorhyme’ because it has a single rhyme sound

Thursday, January 02, 2014

Laughing Catalyst


There is no peace yet
Only the...
Laughter of ghosts
Spectres of chance
That mock humanity
From safer shores
But if one vision...becomes
A catalyst of hope
And solidifies into peace
They are undone
The shadowy fiends
Become utterly lost
Dissipate into history
Where they may stay...
Dim apparitions of legend
But no more real than that

Wednesday, January 01, 2014

Enlightenment


For here it is; a whole New Year to explore
What time and tides of adventure may not wait?
To appear so suddenly, as glimmers of chance
For wanderers seeking more spirited illumination
In 2014 live well in the slow light of chance
It may prove a glimmer, of what could have been
But it is ever radiant enough to navigate hope
Open the night and make a wish on your star
Because we who see; worry not for the future



Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Patience


I always knew you could see inside me
Look upon the darkest corners of a soul
Yet still find within you; empathy and love
Even if; I could not see it there myself
But what patience may secrete in guile
Our impetuous notions unravel in haste
Days may rise like spectres of ugly chance
But no ghost shadows this mirror of vision
That is emptied of reflected opportunity
Silvery and silent as water at a still dawn
Where peace hides in dread of awakening
I should find it and let it seize the day
No discontent is worth an unclaimed life
This precious liquid of life must flow free
A New Year is upon us; let it not leach away

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Graceful


When the head moves so gracefully
Inclined in its outlook of soft concern
It reveals nothing of its battle for calm
For entombed within a raging sprite seethes
Conflict and peace battle for high ground
But ever the war is won inside your certainty
I envy you the tranquil retreat of reason
For it does not exist in me; nor could it
Unless be it be the false peace of the fool
The hairsbreadth of desire that ensnares vanity
A torch ignites and I shall no more, know peace
Ah, but I remember your poise; it is forever serene
And that will hold a soul in hope till the end
What I may not have; shall be your abundant joy

Friday, December 27, 2013

Goodness


What makes someone significant?
And how may I judge
For goodness is not born or instinctive
Nor is it learned in disappointment
It comes without announcement
Though you do not ever sense it
But you possess it in abundance
Even if you do not know it
Excellence is the aura of your soul
It sifts teardrops into sunbeams
Walks gently beside me at dusk
Holds my hand through the winter
Weeps in joy at shooting stars
And more important than all this
Has never understood why

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Christmas


A message of opportunity and consideration
A promissory note of a better world to come
It is the whisper of a new year
It is the deep reflection of the soul
It is faith and love and honour in all 
 
Of everything that we hold true;
Christmas is held ever the tightest
We know the fragility of intention
Yet we honour its message
For it seems good, to dare to hope

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Compassion



How far we may come in compassion?
When the greater planet is long at peace
To reflect on a harm that sullied its grace
Concealed within plain sight is the truth
If there is a fate; it is lack of knowledge
That we, who fail to learn from events,
Are thus ever doomed to repeat them
Though one pardon does not excuse sincerity
It is still a hope, that in a small way
We learn that no matter our importance
If the world is against us in writ and act
People may fall short of expected greatness
And who now would wish to believe
That only 60 years ago ignorance held sway
But no law changes the incontrovertible fact
That to be human is to be in need of love
And who would not seek out its comfort
So perhaps he was the most human of us all
In his own way he fought an unseen enemy
In the peacetime trenches of unawareness
For he helped make a better, fairer world
Though he paid a terrible price for it
So they forgive him, but we never will forget


He was the father of modern computing whose work on the Enigma code at Bletchley Park is said to have shortened the Second World War.  But he was also gay and in those less enlightened times was chemically castrated by an ungrateful nation after being convicted of “gross indecency” with a man in 1952.  Now, nearly 60 years after his suicide from cyanide poisoning at the age of 41, Alan Turing has been officially pardoned by the Queen under the little-known Royal Prerogative of Mercy. It follows a sustained campaign by scientists, including Stephen Hawking, and a petition to Government signed by more 37,000.

The pardon comes after a change of heart by ministers who had previously insisted that Turing was properly convicted of what at the time was a criminal offence. A pardon is usually granted only when the person is innocent of the offence and where a request has been made by someone with a vested interest, such as a family member. But Turing’s pardon has been issued without either requirement being met.
 
Announcing the change of heart, the Justice Secretary Chris Grayling said Turing deserved to be “remembered and recognised for his fantastic contribution to the war effort” and not for his later criminal conviction. “His later life was overshadowed by his conviction for homosexual activity, a sentence we would now consider unjust and discriminatory and which has now been repealed,” he said. “A pardon from the Queen is a fitting tribute to an exceptional man.”
 
The pardon under the Royal Prerogative of Mercy will come into effect today. Since 1945, only three high-profile pardons have been granted in England and Wales under the Royal Prerogative: to Timothy Evans, Derek Bentley and Michael Shields.

 

Monday, December 23, 2013

So it rains


So it rains in the heart when the night comes
Of the compassion let-out I seek no redress
Save the clown smile that seeks an approval
Or the bat at dusk that flies one last sortie
It is the benevolent nun who gave me bread
The ducks on the water that chase mayflies
It is more than the sum of the new question
It is calculation of a lifetime lived in wonder
So it rains in the heart when the night comes
But it serves me; washes away all the questions
So I can begin at the new dawn tomorrow reborn

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Platitudes


But what spurs this false sycophancy
This want of need to enshrine tribute
I posted a picture someone else made
It was no more perfect than others
Yet status covers over a clumsy ego
Lifeless dreams that haunt the reality
Platitudes are perhaps superior flattery
But none the less still imitation of fact
That a thousand miles away a thought
Takes shape in the mind of another
That a connection has been made
Tenuous and fragile, though it be
But understand that I do this for myself
Technology just brings you closer to mine
Our words are the cipher to our souls