Today

January 11, 2019 at 11:12 pm (Poems) (, , )

Today has granted me some faith
The dark side will not thrive,
A fragile hope I dare to hold
That keeps my love alive.

So gentle was this day, despite
my fears that all was lost,
I found some kindness in the air
like clouds and fairy dust.

Old bitternesses found no place
to spoil my peace of mind,
they simply burst and spun away
to learn how to be kind.

Twenty three thousand breaths today
were all it took to build
A vessel made of loveliness
just waiting to be filled.

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Assessment

December 13, 2017 at 4:01 pm (Poems) ()

Breath in harmony
Politics is idle chat
But our souls are strong.

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Sunday Evening

April 19, 2016 at 9:44 am (Poems) (, , , , , , )

Inquisitor

Can you find me a fish that is holy,

as you say you wish us to be?

It is tidal, this water we’re swimming,

and it’s teeming with difficulty.

 

We live in contextual rockpools,

and cling to our rocks when it rains,

so principled thought might cause ripples,

that shatter our barnacled brains.

 

Can you find me a state that is noble?

Doesn’t sell out for money or power?

Incorruptible in all its dealings?

Or does sweetest milk always turn sour?

 

Father

If we cared a bit more about people,

they might regrow their courage and strength

and cling less to the rocks that divide us,

and believe they can swim the whole length.

 

The oceans of mind would flow outwards

our fellows in plight would walk on,

not burdened with mass self-destruction…

Believe it or not, we are one.

 

 

 

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Gifts

December 25, 2013 at 9:37 pm (philosophy, Poems, poetry, sociology, Stories) (, , , )

On the table, in the pudding,
in each glass you fill and lift,
in the faces of your loved ones,
may you find two special gifts.

Underneath the pretty wrapping,
hung with baubles on the tree,
mistletoed and decked with holly,
hope is boundless, love is free.

Wishing you a warm hug Christmas,
peace and kindness real and true,
may past and present friends and family
raise your spirits – Here’s to you!

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Sparrows

June 2, 2013 at 1:23 pm (history, literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, politics, sociology, Stories) (, , , , , , , )

A group of children, accompanied by their teachers, waits outside Saint Thomas’s church, eating biscuits and chatting. The church is due to open at 4pm, but the huge wooden doors remain locked. The RE teacher, a big man wearing a black shirt, makes a phone call, shrugs, and eventually guides his congregation away from the church, the sound of merriment receding into the dusty afternoon.

Sparrows peck for hope
at Thomas’s sandalled feet:
finding only dust,
they gather its providence
and fly heavenward.

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Lily

March 16, 2013 at 5:53 pm (literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, sociology, Stories) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

From this stricken bridge, our pickled Lily
is a ragged and a snarling twig
stuck fast between grey stones.
Whilst all around
cross Eddies feud and weave,
she brooks her gall, suspended.
.
Who knows, should snagged forgiveness
truly rip and run again,
the river, reprieved, may turn to smile,
and Lily’s spoiled white lips
would twist and split: a pretty boat.
.
Her veil, pulled low to save that petalled face,
could raise into a hopeful sail
and pistilled spirit bend and dip
to fast row Lily, blemished but aglow,
to steep her days without bondage and regret
in turbulent regatta.

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Beyond the Valley

September 21, 2012 at 9:04 am (Poems) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The night fire blazes
casting shadows across the hills
acrid smoke scorching the throats of trees

They hold their ground
wrapping order in roots regrouping
on ancient acclivities and in wiser minds.

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