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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