Life – momentarily

I can’t believe it
Life is here
It tickles inside me
It is laughter melting

Something has succeeded
A prayer has rooted down
That the darkness cannot fight
A spirit of birth

When each thought
accepted the other
In the mind

When each feeling
Is placed chromatically
In the heart

Begins its circumnavigation

After the explosion
Has drained away
The water level returns
Better than before

Sing to God
a psalm of everything
sing To God
Everything in a psalm


Can you see
The cat on the bench
And the dogwood rose
Can you see
The flowering shrugs
Where the honeysuckle grows
If I were not at peace
Would any of this grow
What more can I do?
What else is there to know

Can you hear
Occasional laughter
From the window where I live
Can you hear some odd discussions?
It’s only what I give
If I were not at peace
Would any of this exist
What more can I show you?
Then this

Some have only just begun
To build their garden
Some think that a garden grows by itself
Some have a garden built on a graveyard
Some think a garden is brought with wealth

Can you hear the occasional bird singing?
Can you see the slugs and snails around the leaves?
If I were not at peace
Would I bother
To entertain anything
Like these

Spinning wheel

Spinning wheel

My life has been like a wheel
Spinning out of control
Until it spins quite freely
On an axis made of gold

And although I reached out to people
People did not respond
Then I saw a greater thing
In the mountain range beyond

Washer and buffers

We are like wheels without washer
We wear down in rust
Pollution gets to us
It’s all dust

Like a station without buffers
When the train comes to crash
Blood leaks out like water
Into the wash

the last smile

I like to see the depths of people
Bubble up into vision
I who have been deprived o truth
Like a bird deprived of wonder

And I to you will not leave lies
Like a mine field in your harbour
But I give you a truth ingredient
To mix in with your grit and your doubts

In the dream of dying
I will be a trickle of a stream
A last smile, a last heart beat
And you to me will be like a golden air
Preserved forever in the sun

The hour of eternity

The clouds rain down
On the root
Ending their journey
Along the rainbow road

People are getting ready
To leave
Unpacking their raincoats
From their pockets

Suddenly, zo suddenly
The sun is shining
In every pool

Wild flowers
Open up to the sky
This is the hour
Of eternity

this started With a what if idea about the the cloud/rain cycle

His Cold air

His air spreads out
Fast like in an explosion
Then you hear the sound
His spirit explodes in anger
And you can feel the blast
Of cold air rush past you
So strong is his outburst
That it shocks the air
And it feels cold like a ghost
And you know
That a second later
The chill will touch your very heart

sometimes I feel I can sense when someone is going to be angry

A poet writes

A poet writes
His mature poetry

After the world has imposed
Its rules on him

the rules are the academic rules

Elegy to climate change

The new army
The new model army

Each soldier
Is desired by women

Each soldier is put to use
Each soldier pushes back the boundaries

Frees the women from slavery
Frees the women from early old age

Coming in the great vans of the manufacturers
Coming to their doors

Just this strange wind
Just this strange rain

Of ocean currents losing their way
Of greenwoods burning

Of the gloomy clouds in the sky
Of clouds looking lost and frightened

Of sunlight lost in a storm
Of moonlight in cloudy prisons

Just this strange this heavy rainfall
Just this thunder, this beast hurt by battle

This clashing of sword against shield
This clashing of lightning against roof

This athlete who does not wait
This constellation that spins out of control

Oh carbon
Oh, black carbon
Where do you go?

With your disturbed sleep of ages
With your spoilt dreams

Oh carbon
Beneath the grass sleeping
Inside the ice dreaming

Oh carbon peat mummy
Spread out like the dust of angry toads

Oh carbon dust pile
Blocking the lungs of trees

Oh carbon
Out you come
You have a score to settle

Your work has begun
Your judgement is upon us

Should God be told of it
He would be sad
Should God wish to see
He would be angry

And governments would fall
Like red and green monopoly houses
Into a bin

Is that a sea of water in space?
No, it is a spirit

It moves from one edge to the other
Without putting out the stars

It rests in peaceful coexistence
With galaxies
That cover it like a hand-sown eiderdown

Where are its eyes
Where are its mouths
How can it hear the sound

Of cars on the freeway
Of wars in the jungle

Satellites pass right through it
As if it were not there

It’s a great sea of life
That you cannot see

A great sea of love
That you can love

We are, daily faced with this horror of climate change arn’t we and the future looks uncertain doesn’t it?

Beast of burden

The beast of burden
The working class slave
Saddled and shod
Sinks into the grave

While the eye cannot see
Nor the telescope find
Words in heaven
Spiritual signs

The beast of burden
Sits on a drain
His teeth are a grate
He’s lost his brain

While the eye cannot see
Nor the telescope find
Words in heaven
Or the spiritual sign

The beast of burden
Grows from the soil
Dirty fingernails
Mud on his soul
His feet are like horseshoes
As he drags the stone
His eyes are fettered
His heart is alone

While the eye cannot see
Nor the telescope find
Words in heaven
Or a spiritual sign

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