cUP BorED

 What lives have been in these cupboards

A hundred years of knives and forks

Bits of string , spent wine corks,

Pocket knives and paper clips

Old lipstick to stick on lips,

Note pads , pens, pencils and rubbers,

All have rested in these cupboards,

Sitting in the darkness, waiting to be opened

Staring at the chink of light where the handles broken,

Then one day  it’s quiet space

no longer shuffled into place,

But heaved on to another home

Bumped and barged along the stones

Shovelled out into the bin

But oh what’s caused all this sin

Some one died ?, a broken home?

Or someone who just lived alone,

Now smelling of a lick of paint,

Previous memory now gone faint

New occupants of the cupboard

Note pads pencils and the rubber.

kiLl ( we’RE aLL Going to DIE)

 

He’s white kill him

He’s black kill him

He’s a Christian kill him

He’s a Muslim kill him

He’s Chinese kill him

He’s Russian kill him

He’s an American kill him

He’s an atheist kill him

He’s British kill him

He’s a Jew kill him

He’s an Arab kill him

It’s an animal kill it

It’s a fish kill it

It’s a forest kill it

It’s a sea kill it

It’s an ice sheet kill it

It’s an earth kill

It’s a 

Oh shit 

08/10/2021   21:25-21:35

gUArd-Aeons

 

3 guardians guard my gates

Guide my life they sit and wait

Watch me as I shamble on

Aimlessly before I’m gone

Protecting me from the thoughts

That sometimes take me out of sorts

Leading me back to the path

Of happiness and carefree laugh

The triangle they form for me

Protects me from the falling tree

Shields me from the blinding light

That sometimes visits me at night

But in the distance on the dunes

Silhouetted by the moon

A fourth protector scouts for me

Helping me to keep me free

His face I have never seen

It’s always hidden by the dream

Looking outward, hand shades eyes

As if he looks for different guise.

I do know, if the others fail

To my rescue he will rail

A true, true friend he’ll always be

But perhaps that man is really me.

24/09/2021 22:00-20:31

1/4 TeT

 String quartets that dwarf the mountains

Pour their honeyed music down valleys of ears

Creating rivers of milk that wash and soothe

The jarred senses of the day.

Each note forming crisp peaks of ice

Before melting away in an avalanche of sound

Racing like mad dogs falling on their prey.

Brooding in the half light bows poised

In calculated rhythm that draw from the depths

A conjured harmony sweetly washing round the walls

Echoing down the caverns of time.

Soft as Autumn light bathing the air in mellow rays

Fading notes fall from the spruce,maple and willow,

In gentle arcs resting as a carpet of leaves

Swishing round feet of mankind.

Synchronised, the players glance with knowing nods

That their precision creates a sensual assault 

Transporting the listener to a mountain and peak

To look out on these accidental Gods.

05/10/2021. 09:45- 10:24

YooF

 Today I’m 25 again, my mind wiped clean from years of stain.

 

Enthusiasm back inside, looking forward to the ride

 

My step springs with youthful hope, for future plans I don’t yet know

 

To jump the hedge and vault the gate, to race along to unknown date

 

A heart that’s free, that knows no fear the sun of youth that shines so clear.

 

All choice is now in front of me, my mind my own, I can be free.

 

Excited, running down the lane, body free of aches and pains

 

That age and accident brings on, shouting out and singing song.

 

No thought of actions going forth, but random turns with random thought.

 

Paths to take with no clear end, let’s see what’s round the next few bends.

 

Close my eyes now, dream away, think not of the next new day

 

Or where I was or where I’ve been, or what would be the next new scene.

 

Revelling in the course of youth, look back in envy, and that’s the truth

 

We may be old and wiser now, it all slipped by. I don’t know how.

 

Revelling in the course of youth, look back in envy and that’s the truth

 

Or where I was or where I’ve been, or what would be the next new scene

 

Close my eyes now, dream away, think not of the next new day

 

Paths to take with no clear end, let’s see what’s round the next few bends

 

No thought of actions going forth, but random turns with random thought.

 

That age and accident brings on, shouting out and singing song.

 

Excited, running down the lane, body free of aches and pains

 

All choice is now in front of me, my mind my own, I can be free.

 

A heart that’s free, that knows no fear the sun of youth that shines so clear.

 

To jump the hedge and vault the gate, to race along to unknown date

 

My step springs with youthful hope, for future plans I don’t yet know

 

Enthusiasm back inside, looking forward to the ride

Today I’m 25 again, my mind wiped clean from years of stain.

 

 

25/08/2021 11:50-12:15

dReAmiNG SunS

 It’s said that when you came to me

With stories of your life that’s gone, 

you needed a hand to hold, a shoulder to lean against and cry on

Or was it that I needed you more than the life I lead

A lover to join me in the last days of dreaming suns to sigh on.

The journey this then took us on, around the world , emotions strong

To fight all mountains in our way , to fight the eagerness to stay

Within the confines of our bodies needs.

Ignore the signs that tear apart lovers lives and lovers hearts

But pressing on through stormy nights and darkness.

Climbing over rocks of fear, though weary, we are still here, and clutch at fire and ashes 

like all lovers gone before parting, eyes upon the floor

Hoping each contains a spark.

To kindle heat held deep inside, to burst  out into laser light from the oceans tempest ,unwilling cold and dark.

Now turning back I meet your eyes which blue and warm as summer sky’s

Greet my gaze with welcome childlike laughter 

And walk into each other’s arms we realise that know one else will save us from the next  unwritten chapter. 

Taking arms we walk alone in silence  minds now sequenced and honed

To each other’s thoughts  and fears of future moments

The story that you had before entwined with mine we don’t need more

Just lovers dreaming suns.

27/08/21 00:15-01:55

EnD

Universal wars and universal soldiers, guns full of arms arms full of babes

Unending cycle that never fades

 

Like pop up games you hit them down

Appearing again with cancerous frown

 

Not the last and not the first of desperate  mobs that die of thirst

 

For peace and calm and restful sleep

Not darkness fear or huddled heap

 

No stomach wrenching knots within

Waiting to be next of kin.

 

The sickness spreads throughout our earth and spreads still more with every birth

 

Ideology splits us in two with white hot lead to pierce the few

 

Unlucky to get in the way

Or close enough to think they’ll stay

 

Our souls are indeed in a mess

Increasing daily under stress

 

But most can do is watch and sigh 

Bow our heads , in ‘prayer’ and cry.