Snow Ghost

December 10, 2017 at 5:27 pm (Poems) (, )

Behind the softest shift of snow
Beneath the winter weather
Beyond the places people go

There treads a pretty little girl
With hair of white and sparkles
And slippered feet, and hair a-curl

Then quietly stands and waves at me
That little ghost, upon my word
A friendly face you too may see

When snowflakes cover up the world.

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Christmas Homecoming

December 5, 2017 at 9:54 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , )

I reached here earlier today,
lit our fire to guide you homeward,
I built it bright and warmly wait
The return of your footfall.

Amongst Christmas preparations
In the twilight of a year
We’ll kiss beneath the mistletoe wreath
Hang holly in the hall.

This Christmas birth, twelve days of love
One tree, one Angel dear
Our family’s arms, our human forms
One day when heaven calls.

Come in, come on, come Christmas,
How sweet the choir draws near,
How we’ll embrace and feel the grace
And learn to love us all.

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Wait

November 25, 2017 at 11:57 am (Poems) (, , , )

One pulled out an iPhone,
showed photos to Another-
a car, a cat, a garden gnome:
no consequence to Either.

Other talked incessantly
whilst staring straight ahead,
Not even feigning interest
in anything One said.

Two talked with animation,
their voices harsh and shrill,
No pause for contemplation,
they had a void to fill.

The muzak wraps around us
and the colours pin our eyes,
and we’ve almost lost our bearings
in a sea of empty lies.

But halfway through an outburst,
Partway through a word,
Quietly, in the cosmos
Something waits there, to be heard…

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Walk

November 17, 2017 at 6:42 pm (Uncategorized) (, )

You walk, so I walk, we go, walk real slow and

notice our feet and look up each nook, on each street,

and down as we go, thigh knee toe heel thigh toe,

stealing past history, poverty, street graffiti

eyeing every kind of eatery, we remark and

when it gets dark you hold my arm,

and are alarmed by shadows, broken pavements,

steps, and this affects the way we walk, how

we talk, what we say on our way, on our walkabout.

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Beyond sharp eyes

November 10, 2017 at 11:43 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , )

I put on gentle plastic glasses
To reset my perspective
Grow those cosy, closeup feelings
In the land of safe and sound.

Reading tangled Russian stories
Tales of wicked woods and witches
I was glancing frantic dancing
In the hazy middle ground.

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Gym

November 8, 2017 at 11:34 am (Uncategorized) (, , )

To live completely is akin
to building muscles in a gym
Every lift, bend, stretch and pull
makes us feel incredible.

And when we’re tired and ache to rest
we know that we have worked our best
and quietly sit and watch our young
arrive, warm up and carry on.

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Coming Home

November 1, 2017 at 11:15 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , )

Often living souls will stray

Sometimes they will tip and sway

But as the tide returns each day

Soon they will come home.

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Where do catlike spirits fly

Which toil would hold and stultify?

They’re hunting free, but by and by

Soon they will come home.

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Forget the knots of doubt that bind

us to the clock, uncloak the mind,

reach far beyond, and unconfined

we’ll welcome our souls home.

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Computing

October 18, 2017 at 7:39 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

Spent a day trying to understand why printer won’t talk to laptop – why laptop won’t even look at printer.

Spent a day delving into computer registers, enabling and disabling policies, downloading drivers.

Spent a day digging deep, persevering, threatening and cajoling.

That was yesterday. Today I am spending with my beautiful son – just loving.

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Fear of Everything

April 8, 2017 at 2:20 pm (Poems) (, , , , )

Fake news – the buzz that

Eats away at our wellbeing

Attacking our thought processes and

Ruining our sense of perspective.

 

Of course, we could switch off

For the sake of humanity.

 

Each of us has responsibility –

Vandalism of our inner resources

Endangers the human species

Ruling us as much as any despot.

Young brains are malleable

Twisting into shapes that destroy

Hope and create depression and despondency.

I have no love of the status quo, but

No positive change is built without conscious foundation.

Goodness must be nurtured, and this takes focus and love.

 

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Made Up

March 26, 2017 at 11:40 am (Poems)

In the days when hair was big she would stand before the oval mirror to backcomb, and, spray in my rosy eyes, I sat behind admiring lipstick as an art form, built and blotted.

I knew she powdered on professionalism, glossing over foibles, preparing for the day.
There were layers, lines drawn, new brows to arch above and accentuate truly beautiful eyes. Properly late, anxiety etched there too, and I sensed her tension where I watched and learned, transfixed.

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