Written in November 1978, I intended this as a sort of tumbling stream of consciousness. When I wrote it I was torn between using and not using punctuation but in the end I conformed and included commas and full stops. This time however, here in the 21st century, I'm going out on a limb and … Continue reading Any excuse.
In Unread Words.
In Unread Words A sad and lonely poet, comes to the end of his rhyme. The suns and moons, of age, are passing, through the canyons of his mind. "We knew the way," he sadly cries, "we could have shown you life." "Your eyes I see are crying now, they dim your blood-stained knife." And … Continue reading In Unread Words.
Paper Flag Can you believe them? Sing their songs then. Understand them? Come to terms then. How can you say, that they know how to please you, can't you see that you are cheated? Every turn you are defeated. They pave your way so narrowly, and strip you of identity. I see a child in … Continue reading Paper Flag.
Today, 21st March, 2021, is World Poetry Day, so in the spirit of things and as I've already dug out some older poems; here's a little ditty I penned earlier, some time earlier, sometime in the 1970s earlier. Goodness knows what was going through my head at the time, probably the thought of having to … Continue reading Hypocrisy.
When they turn out the stars.
This hails from somewhere between August to December 1977. I found three revisions of this particular piece, so I've been a bit selective and chosen the one that I feel now, after all these years, makes more sense. One had lapsed into a remarkable state of pretentiousness and was going on about; "a five-dimensional expanding … Continue reading When they turn out the stars.
Was Power Led Astray.
Again, it's tempting to re-write these, but this is just how I wrote it in 1977. "Where'er" indeed! Was Power Led Astray Where'er the shadowy footsteps trod, Upon the consecrated ground of a forgotten god, Did dust fall disturbed from age old slumber, With echoing steps like distant thunder. Long ago from the steps of … Continue reading Was Power Led Astray.
Closer bind the pages, The book we write, hold tight, The words of honesty and truth, the sages' only might. And rested minds of many, Shall sing along the wind, in praise of written harmony, The story to fill need. So closer bind the pages, The book of love, our creed This little ditty is … Continue reading Closer
Let’s talk poetry
Come this September I’ll have travelled sixty times around the sun, seemingly endlessly looping around the star as it in turn circumnavigates the galaxy which is itself wheeling through space on its own course. It’s enough to make you giddy. It is true though that the older you get the more you do realise that … Continue reading Let’s talk poetry