This is the poem that changed the world,This is the poem that made men thinkAnd questioned all they could possibly do,These are the words that laid bare the truthThen the truth did what only it doesAnd the cracks began to appearMaking wise men smile for the time has come,When all will be laid bareAnd all … Continue reading This is the Poem
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A Day In Kathmandu
I should have left my senses behind.So many colours even the rainbow will pale,So many scents seducing the unsuspecting desires, So many motorbikes ridden with reckless gleeSo many temples even omnipresence is pushed,So many gods, Shiva, Vishnu, Parvati, the whole crews in town,So many Buddas, Siddhārtha Gautama is relegated to division two,So much traffic making … Continue reading A Day In Kathmandu
I wrote a poem
So Pogue, I wrote a poem this week and I received an unexpected response. Two people asked, one directly and one indirectly, “Was that about me?”. Such vanity I’m thinking! First let me deal with the questions. No, it was not about you so, rest easy and know you both are still in my good … Continue reading I wrote a poem
I Just Dropped By
I just dropped by to sayFuck You!I’ve been meaning to do soFor quite a whileAnd because you know I’m not given to swearI hope you’ll feel the passionI hope you’ll know you’ve gone too farWay beyond the boundsAnd me?I grow in strength day by day,I’ve seen a better world,I’m practicing colouringBetween the lines,So my world … Continue reading I Just Dropped By
Saviours
I was slow to learnBut I’m thinking I am not alone,And when I came to knowIt was like, EYES WIDE OPEN!How did I miss that one?What just happened?I was so blind sidedFor in that momentI came to know that savioursTravel incognitoNot minding they go unrecognisedNor seeking glory and adoring praise,Rather quietly doing what they must … Continue reading Saviours
A Bird
There’s a bird I watch from my windowShe comes day after daySoaring on the up draughtsBorn of stormy windsNever fluttering a wingEasyQueen of the skyNot a care or concern can be seenAnd as Lawrence wrote “I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself A small bird drop frozen dead from a bough without ever … Continue reading A Bird
Close our eyes
We could close our eyesBut would we have to stuff our ears?So the sounds can no longer be heard?And if we did not see,No longer heardThe bullshit that we’re fed as lifeWould we be able to be free,To flourish and grow unhindered.Would the past sink claws into our coatsDragging and clinging,Resisting possibilities of loss of … Continue reading Close our eyes
It’s Not Your Fault
It’s not your fault,I know, I know,It’s not your fault,Yes I understand,It’s not your fault,I feel your pain,It was done to you when,You were, oh, so young,It was pain when you craved love,And the only light was dark,So you’ve sought so much help,To set you freeFrom what’s gone before,Brutal, callous, undeserved. But it is your … Continue reading It’s Not Your Fault
My Curse
Confronted with the issueRequiring an answerI looked from all sides,I turned it inside out,My own knowledge I searchedThe world I referenced,I plundered the outer limitsWhere stars are set to guard wisdom,Then I knew answers and moreOh, so much moreFor my gift was in playAnd I saw everythingEven beyond to the consequencesLike cosmic tumblers falling in … Continue reading My Curse
What Do I Do?
What do I do?When I can’t believe like you,Think like you,Read like you,Hope like you,Tell me,What do I do? How will it end?When I can’t walk the same path,Even admire the view,Believe it’s gone this far,Thinking we’re lostI’m turning around,How will it end? Can we think so differently?On such basic life stuff,Has life changed us … Continue reading What Do I Do?
The Bike
I rode a Harley DavidsonIt was a cool machineBut before long I came to dreadThe hours it took to cleanOften you find me on bended kneeTrying to give the chrome a sheenI’d ride across the countrysideSeated in an easy styleMatched by the lazy paceAs I enjoyed mile after mileAnd when I took my helmet offYou’d … Continue reading The Bike
Reading what’s not there
I’m currently reading what’s not there,It’s taken too long to see Between the lines there are gapsGaps that say so much,It’s what I’m not toldThe things not saidThe omissions waiting to revealThe things I shouldn’t know,But the whole picture seldom is completeSo you’ll forgive me please For reading into what’s not been saidFor pillaging your … Continue reading Reading what’s not there
Long Shadow
My shadow grew longAs I walked awayThe sun shone down behind meI had not realisedHow bright it wasUntil my shadow spoke to me The woods were agedAnd dense with growthI walked for hoursLost in thoughtBut then the woodsman cameFinally I saw the trees Music has filled my daysAn undemanding companionOccupying the spaceBut then I foundI … Continue reading Long Shadow
Free Verse
Recently my mind has become a depository of rhyming words Stacked ever higher against the day of needLike a library with groaning shelvesBooks awaiting to reveal secrets yet untold,And now I find my vice become a habitWithout knowing it a collector I’ve become,But for all the resource I possessI still toil over lines that don’t … Continue reading Free Verse
Things That Go Bump In The Night
They come after darkWhen my eyes are tight shut,As I drift between worldsIn search of some well deserved rest,Quietude’s balm is all I desireAs I’ve wrestled all dayWith a tumultuous world,The troubling thoughtsThat others createAnd hand me like giftsOr place in my careSo as consciousness subsides,At the very end of my day,As I slide into … Continue reading Things That Go Bump In The Night
Nothing
Sometimes there’s nothing to sayBut the desire to say something is strongThe need to create rises up insideAgainst the fear that all is lostThen I’ll just write whatever I findIn the belief inspiration will come Sometimes there’s nothing to sayI have no wisdom to giveAnd despite the need for an answerThe need for some hopeAll … Continue reading Nothing
Words
I seek the wordsOthers no longer use,Found by the wayside In states of disrepair,Neglected and unfashionableIn need of attentionAnd some loving care.Some can be brushed down,Others need much moreBut each was onceThe vehicle of meaningThe carrier of feelingPathways to understandingWinged messengersHermes, each and everyone,Worthy of time spentCollecting and relaying to pagesTo touch the minds of … Continue reading Words
Mistakes
I made a mistake onceSomewhere on the wayI didn’t do it againUntil the other day,I felt something was missingAnd now I must sayI’m really, really tryingTo make one each day,I admit it’s not so easyI’m trying to not delayBut please, please appreciateWith life I’m having to play.I want to be quite human I’d be glad … Continue reading Mistakes
The Trees
I went to the trees todayFor I was weary and sad,I went to the trees todayTo escape the world that pursued me,I went to the trees todayBecause I felt no one understood,I went to the trees todayI needed friends who listened.
My Dreams Are Strong
My dreams are strongBoth day and night,In this reality I am feared,Even revered,Held in trembling respect,For I walk in placesOthers fear to go.With an elegant madness in my eyesI plunder the depthsBeyond death mysterious veil,Mordors fires,Valhalla’s glory,Nivarna’s bliss.What you prophesied as heavenWhat you call hell,Nothing is denied to the dreams I have.I tell you, you … Continue reading My Dreams Are Strong
My Pocket
There’s a poet in my pocketI think she’s rather quaint,She smiles like an angelAnd makes me feel a saint.She’s lending me her best linesThoughts deeper than I’ve known,Compelling me to write themUntil I’ve composed a poem.She’s not bothered about a creditIt really would be a bind,To have to wait to be acknowledgedMaybe getting left behind.For … Continue reading My Pocket
Somewhere Between
Somewhere between brilliance and blasphemyThat’s where I position my mindWith my eyes to the mountain And my back to the voidThe world in all it’s diversityI’m reading like a bookUnderstanding there is no rightTrying to decide if there’s wrongIf I should pin labelsTo other people’s thoughtsWhere should I draw the line Between divine and demonised?Oh … Continue reading Somewhere Between
Beautiful Mind
Her’s was a beautiful mindA place where the spring flowers growWhere autumnal leaves aboundAnd colours are awashYet as only nature canAll was held in harmonyShe had a beautiful mindGentle but self assuredQuietly constant without doubtLike the beach when only small waves lapFilled with purposeUndeterredAnd on days when the wind blewHer hair breaking looseThe waves would … Continue reading Beautiful Mind
Your Priest
I will be your be your priestAnd I will bring rest for your soul,In a confessional of light.You will give up your desiresWith hands held forthBearing your scars.The pain, I will release you from your pain,You will know that there is lightWhen the darkness fadesAnd in the light there will be absolution,Your heart will be … Continue reading Your Priest
Winter Coat
There’s an old woman in a winter coatA coat that has known the coldShe wears her scarf up highAgainst the coming frost foretoldWoollen gloves that have seen better daysAnd boots that are perhaps too oldBut walking the country pathsWith greying hair set freeShe cares nothing of what others thinkPreferring just to beThe person that brings … Continue reading Winter Coat
In The Eye
If you were to look God in the eye,Could you hold that gaze for long?Even for a moment?Find your smile to wearAnd pretend not to feel brazen?In a wild momentWould you dare to ask the questionThat steals your sleeping hours?The question you ask as ‘Why’?Adorned in tones of accusationFire smouldering in your eyesBearing testimony to … Continue reading In The Eye
Memories
Memories are not what they use to beAnd is that good Or is that bad?Because I don’t remember things quite the sameAs others who repeat the tale,The memory was once a clothPatterned in a certain wayBut time the magician has played a gameAnd embroidered patterns of intrigue.So our histories have a different viewWhere I remember … Continue reading Memories
The Old School Field
The children still play in the old school field.The trees stand in the same places,Shed leaves in the same season,Look bare in winter like before,They’re just bigger than on that dayWhen you and I climbed so highHid in their branches And were possessed by make believe.I was happy then.The crime was that I did not … Continue reading The Old School Field
To The Woods
Come to the woods with meCome amongst the trees,The wild branches in passion with the windHeaving and thrustingEcstaticHeaving,And we will be lovers by proxyAs we sit and feel the energyThe raw power of ancient woodBent in nature’s embraceAs trees bend and stretch,Groaning,Gasping,Yes, yes,Our skin will tingle Wind whippedAnd we will share the momentThe climax,Then the … Continue reading To The Woods
Light your candle
Light your candle and hold it outI’m lost and stumbling around in this darkness,The night has been longLonger than I have ever rememberedBut the little light you profferIs a seed of hope to my soulAnd I can tell myself that all will be wellIf only I can get by until,Until the dawn heralds the new … Continue reading Light your candle
Letters To Pogue 
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