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I live close to the river thames in kent, england with my beautiful lady. I am much more influenced by the wonderful ocean of poetry from the past than by any social or political fashions of the day,
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28th Oct 2018 8:13am
Haiku (title unnecessary)
this haiku I find
curled inside an ash guitar
reaching for the strings
4th Oct 2018 7:45am
Fourteen Divided By Two
Fourteen silent meditative years passed
before the ascetic returned at last.
The man of common sense, a twin brother
asked what "years of denial had amassed"
Whence in fourteen strides the ascetic led
to the wider river in its deeper bed
and calmly walked over. The twin brother
paid a ferryman for crossing, and said
"See! With two pennies I have done what you
have wasted fourteen years the same to do."
In this comedy of the twin brothers
We decide for ourselves just what is true.
2nd Oct 2018 11:31am
Before the drama is over
shall we leave for a simpler place
before the level drops lower
can we learn of our saving grace
a way to apprehend beauty
through this forest thick with duty
there is a world we might attain
we might recover, might regain
there will be no bells set ringing
but still this work it will be done
already the last act begun
and what key the singer...
28th Sep 2018 11:13pm
One is, bewildered, left upright under the sun
while the other, speechless, slipped faraway for shade.
Now those pretty bands making sense of this dumb rock
lead down, like steps, the one who will not leave.
One set in his ways in this age of the critic
reliving the days when poems built up in praise.
Pretty the bands of rock, pretty the rings of trees
pretty your crumbling steps, canyon I'll never leave.
28th Sep 2018 3:58pm
In an English country garden I roam.
Because there my dreaming mind percieves you.
Your place in my heart is all I hold true.
And where do you blossom as a poem?
Where do I find you complete my rescue?
In our English country garden I roam.
It is there my dreaming mind recieves you.
All your wishes like arrows find their home.
And all fall down sorrows wilted and few.
28th Sep 2018 10:57am
There falls an almighty darkness
in this most voracious of cities
but one side of the mind is not yet victorious.
Being on the eve, all that is plentiful is hearsay-
new dawn carried off by black knight;
students of fashion seek martyrdom.
But like clockwork the day breaks
glittering, aircraft set their scars across the sky
a show of power
to the universe beyond the stars
as to the barefoot peasant child.
27th Sep 2018 11:19pm
The Stake To The Sunflower
You might have struggled to escape me
yet your tendrils held me to you.
I was far too implacable for any living thing
though strangely bound to you, sweet-sight.
How could I not recognize you as my wife?
We were as one standing for summer.
Now you see me, by fractions,
fly madly from this child's bow.
Yourself carried off:
a fine subject for that painter.
When we meet again, in the garden's dark corner,
we shall be freinds. Watch wagtail wag
#relationships #flowers #nature
27th Sep 2018 10:25am
Is the gulf so wide
we can no longer see straight and far ahead?
However great a part of humanity:
apart is not nearly enough.
When reason borders on unreasonable
where do you draw the line?
Conquest confounds poetry
in the soul, a trophy never enough.
As efforts to camouflage the obvious
spiral into loveless isolation.
Antennae -sunbeams- pierce armoured skies:
beyond the pale is far enough.
27th Sep 2018 10:01am
One Autumn Twilight
A gong struck once holds the attention forever
and ever in the meaning of moonlight
describing the limbs, drinking
doubles in a dry land and
moving as statues, silver the hue.
We are communicating at last
through music and poetry.
Bark and croak of howling beast
should persuade us no longer.
Above the din, on the highest peak
we make our home.
Days made sweet blending
pure minute with minute
#humankind #WritingPoetry #art
26th Sep 2018 9:19pm
Among The Willow Branches
There was no pond when you came here
you have stood and your tears have pooled
now I stand by though summer may call
choosing the site as most suited
You are the willow bending over the pond
and just as time's appointments are meaningless
to you, I'd be your close correspondant
but forgive me if I obtrude, understand when I recede
I choose the site most suited, or it chooses me
and chained by honesty where we belong
we commence to compliment the scene as one
26th Sep 2018 5:13pm
In Thomas Hardy's Wessex
he goes as the crow flies
she in her own fashion
how slowly she approaches
the huddled herd lain for warmth
though persuasive the weighty mass
she will decide when to abandon them
he sketches spires and hedges
she knows the edible mushrooms dell
he will see her before they meet
his hand in the fire by choice
in silent frost-crisp fields
who has the power cannot be said
frost-grey fields primed to blaze colour
he captures the sun and embroiled moon
she defeats troll, wolf and dragon
26th Sep 2018 10:25am
V. S. Naipaul Passing
At the house of Mr. Biswas
we'd evesdrop: a bond between us.
On moonless nights like this, I swear
we had a light leading us there.
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