I sat at the gate As the sun filled the dawn Gentle on my face And I knew I was a part A part of the morning of the world, And all was at one, Too perfect to be good Nothing ruffled the ease that was And everything could be no more No more than … Continue reading Complete
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Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now
Pogue, Three weeks in to a road trip. Walking beaches. Drinking coffee. New brews. Good food. Great company. And in another part of the world some new music. Well new to me. Share this one with me as it caught my attention as I drank a brew at the end of a long hot day. … Continue reading Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now
Monday Musing
Pogue, Good Morning. Has it stopped raining where you are? So this will be my last letter to Jonathan Livingston Seagull, for now, and to write it I have read Part 4 of the novel, a section that was not added by the author, Richard Bach, until 2014. By this point in the story Jon … Continue reading Monday Musing
Letters To Pogue
Pogue, My letters to Jonathon continue. But first, a familiar text: Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil … Continue reading Letters To Pogue
Monday Musing
Dear Jon, I wrote my first letter to you last week and the whole experience of writing it was good. I felt challenged as I did so and moved to seek answers to the questions your life raises for me. Today I have a single question. “What caused you to seek perfection when all those … Continue reading Monday Musing
Monday Musing
Morning Pogue, It’s Monday. Last week we started thinking about Jonathon Livingstone Seagull and I said I thought I would write to him because he intrigues me and I see he has so much to teach me. So here’s the first letter to Jon. Dear Jon, I am taking time off from my normal correspondence … Continue reading Monday Musing
Letters to Pogue
Dear Pogue, The first letter I’ve written to you this year so, “Happy New Year”.What will we make of the days ahead and where will we be 12 months from now? My wish for you is that, looking back in 12 months time, you will feel you have banked 12 months well spent. Not a … Continue reading Letters to Pogue
It Would Be Enough
Two kites, Red kites,PirouetteMagnificent and masterful,Outside my windowAnd if,Laying on this bed,I could see no more,This would be enough.Enough to rekindle the knowledge,The knowledge of magic,The assuringThat beauty still existsThat something lingersBetween God and manAnd we are not aloneA statement of possibilitiesOf intentOf a higher callingAnd I smile.
Wild
Wind and rain,Crashing waves,Wild seaScreeching spinning gullsBerserkers everyone,Wild windTearing at the beachCarrying spray like darts,Pounding noiseRelentlessNumbingly repetitive Yet wild and boundless,Beyond challengeUntamed,Defiant,Seaweed cast Like unbound hairIn tanglesKnotsCarelessly strewnOn the tormented beach,Canvas of chaosWild landscapeShort lived recordOf the commencement,Of the terminal moment,Of time,DystopianAnd…wild
Virginity
There are many virgins in the world,Inexperience disguised as plausible innocenceHolding back possible experience,Pushing back against progress,Against the enrichment of our lives.Life is put off and time is lost,Fear, that impostorBecomes entrenched and grows,It’s grip increasing the denialOf enriching lives.And you?You think of the giving of a body,Me?I’m thinking of the giving of a mind,The … Continue reading Virginity
Code
SometimesYour beliefsYour integrityYour codeIs of greater valueThan the pressureThe gainThe popularityOf change SometimesAlways
Well Practiced Witch
A well practiced witch could guide youThrough the labyrinth of your despairBringing you to a placeWhere your soul sojourns in blissThen with eyes clenched shutYou’d no longer tinge with painAll that clasped and hungOn the life you longed to buildThe enigmatic route to peaceLong sought by celestial beingsWill break forth at dawnTo eclipse the sunTo … Continue reading Well Practiced Witch
Monday Musing
Morning Pogue, I’m feeling a little despondent this morning. I’ve just had a few days in Amsterdam and that may have added to my state of mind. I don’t know but listen. While I was there I came across the Embassy of the Free Mind, a library and an exhibit celebrating the free thinkers, heretics, … Continue reading Monday Musing
Amsterdam
Amsterdam,First impressions,The pungent aroma of smoked weed,The heady vapor, The suicide cyclistsIn kamikaze formations,The apparent abscence of brasTrying not to notice,Perhaps this is freedom? Perhaps.
This is the Poem
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
Tears On The Street
There have been more than 200 mass shootings across the US so far this year, according to the Gun Violence Archive, which defines a mass shooting as an incident in which four or more people are injured or killed. Their figures include shootings that happen in homes and in public places BBC NEWS 9TH MAY … Continue reading Tears On The Street
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
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
Monday Musing
Hi Pogue, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking this last week or two, mainly spurred on by being with you and your two children. Their world, the world you create and try to protect, is nothing like the world of my childhood. They have Lego, but I had Lego. Difference is, I use to … Continue reading Monday Musing
Monday Musing
Morning Pogue, A few years ago I went on a tour of the World War 1 battlefields travelling throughout France and Belgium. One evening I found myself in a restaurant on the town square in Ypres, Belgium. As I sat my attention was drawn to a group of English school children who were noisily passing … Continue reading Monday Musing
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
Monday Musing
Dear Pogue, Forgive me! This started as a short thought and just kept growing! I have been noticing that amongst people there is often a need to be right. Have you ever noticed that? And being right, there is then a need to prove that they are right. I am sure there are all sorts … Continue reading Monday Musing
No Fear Here
We will lose everything we love, including our lives — so we might as well love without fear, for to fear a certainty is wasted energy that syphons life of aliveness. Maria Popova, Resolutions for a Life Worth Living: Attainable Aspirations Inspired by Great Humans of the Past in the The Marginalian
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
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
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
Monday Musing
Hi Pogue, So here I am and I’m still thinking about ‘weird’, your ‘weird’, my ‘weird’ and looking around and about for other people who have found their’s together with the determination and freedom to give it expression. To that end I spotted an account in a book I’m currently reading, A Moveable Feast, Ernest … Continue reading Monday Musing
Monday Musing.
Well Pogue, We’ve spent two Musings thinking about the fact that we all have unique qualities and characteristics that make us different. Our weirdness. These things set us aside from others and make life more interesting. At least I think so. They also give us a new sense of freedom once we have learnt to … Continue reading Monday Musing.
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
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