Fixed Fascination

He waded puddles,

She paddled pools,

He practised stringent,

She broke the rules.

He never questioned,

She answers so denied,

She wept in buckets,

He grieved while dry-eyed.

He loved the movies,

She found her films in books,

He doubted everything,

She believed in spooks.

He trod a measure,

She went where angels feared,

Opposites in many ways

Yet love lived, always near.

He travelled inwards,

She ventured out,

Alternating circumstance,

Always there was doubt.

But constant was the keeping

Of the fascination fixed,

Dots connected details lost,

Oil and water mixed.

 

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Up In Smoke

Climbed to rooftop,

found warm chimney,

perched as bird might do,

darted eyes,

questioned skies,

inhaled for breath of you,

Remnant fire,

 cloud wisps gathered,

having heard the plea,

cushioned flight

‘cross endless night,

taken so to thee.

No more lair,

as fox once was,

timid, shelter found,

burrow’d fear

from hostile hounds

hunted to the ground,

till tortured route

to higher plain

lent a diff’rent view

from chimney pot,

where dreams are wrought,

disembodied fox, smoke flew.

 

How We Gathered

How may we gather in the valleys then,

‘neath sisters three whipped wild and crowned with snow,

How find the wilderness we lost again,

Telepathy in footsteps led below.

How, when silenced, stardust stare to heavens,

Search still sequestered truth in long gone light,

Be the canyon, rift within the riven,

Attuned receptacles of shifting night.

How, attention turned, midst highlands wakened,

Accordance cast in near and distant shores,

Elemental fabric drift, so quickened,

Beat syncopate to breathing mountain core.

Dispersed anew, that dream, the turn is dawn, 

How gathered, diaspora we, reformed.

The Falls Of Retribution

Oh, the Falls of Retribution gush, they thunder,

Torrential rush, eroding cliffs around,

Flushing false, mean coatings of distemper,

But tempered mercy is their roaring sound.

Surging waterfall, a bless of teardrops,

Fashioned from the weeping, those in pain,

Justice cries, rejecting meagre milk sop,

Those who suffer most have most to gain.

Kindred knowledge tenders where it touches,

Beneficial bathes, aches no more,

Union of the pained, of those inflicted, purges

Vengeance while it evens score.

Hands of watered loving, this baptising

Soothes as much as takes, for this we hope,

Falls of Retribution, count our blessings,

Count our faults, counted thus, we cope.

Oh, the Falls of Retribution flood with knowledge,

Hidden coves beneath that flash with gems,

Nuggets of the knowing long secreted,

Never to be unknown e’er again.

Harlequin Lost

Right, I’m stepping outside of my comfort zone here so behave yourselves, you hear.

A few weeks ago I wrote a poem/song entitled ‘Harlequin‘ that Johnny Ojanpera read and liked. As it happens, he had just written a piece of music entitled ‘Lost’ and thought it would make a good background to a spoken piece.

Well, my weans, being who they are, said I sounded soft reading to music. I took that to mean like Telly Savalas talking along to the picture song. You know the one I mean and I can’t be jacksied looking it up. So many insertions to make here as it is.

So I’ve ended up doing a sung version of my poem adapted to fit the length of the wonderful music Johnny so generously provided, just one of the many beautiful pieces he has composed.

If you think you may have preferred the Telly Savalas version after hearing this, tough! Be thankful you didn’t get the video version. 😛

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sipping Your Health

I’ll drink your health in coffee at the sunrise

While Nature paints with streaks of grey and blue

Shades of light appearing from the night skies

Rest and sip and think of all to do.

Slowly, as the dawn trails, fingers skyline,

Dabbing daylight daubs, alerting birds,

Listen, think and sip and feeling quite fine,

Silent plans in head, unspoken words.

Reflected glow in windows as the sun wakes,

Bright without and brighter here within,

Sip and think and write and bid your health at daybreak

Good morning, world, a brand new day begins.

Between Two Poles

Located within reach,

just catching,

t’internet halts halfway

between two poles,

can pick up

further down

but neighbours

wouldn’t like it.

Besides,

don’t know their passwords

till I’m told.

Ignore this shite,

I’m blogging ’cause I can do,

halfway ‘tween two poles,

I’ve found the line,

bleedin’ rhymes

are doing my brain in

but they’ll do in yours

before they do in mine.

Caught between prolific

and tormentin’,

trapped between

the devil and the deep,

let me finish up here

and I’ll try to

hold my schtum

with not another peep.

Caught between

the sunshine and the shady,

equidistant with

insane and not quite gone,

sitting in between

two rows of washing,

between two poles.

That’s it.

I think I’m done.

Nearly.

Feck it. I’m making no promises.  😉

 

On The Bright Side

Take my hand and lead me to Aegean,

To ferry boat (or cruiser would be best),

I’ve packed some smalls, a sarong and my flips flops,

Some sun tan cream, my shorts and one cute dress.

We’ll sail to islands, (none of them specific),

And gaze on sparkled droplets caught by light

As dolphins, graceful, leap along beside us,

Pictured it? OK, you’ve got it right.

Let’s sip ouzo mixed with drops of sunshine,

Ecstatic with the gods as we lie prone,

We’ll rub each other up the right way,

Don’t be filthy! We have to, (for healthy skin that’s how it’s done).

Now get right back to images of mellow,

Chirrups in the air, among the grass,

Bottled beer with condensation running

Like perspiration between breasts and (something cheeky that rhymes with grass).

I’m spoiling all romantic with some laughter

For in memory that’s just the way it was,

Heaven tinkled on us, gods all giggled,

Forsook creating myths, took earthly pause,

Danced with us syratki, played bouzouki,

Zeus was in his element, that sod,

Scuba’d with his brother, what a show-off,

How in Hades’ name compete with gods.

Thunderbolt to side, he set the pace there,

I gave him run for money, snorkel on,

Flippered like that king of sea from telly,

He cheated! (Apparently, deities can do no wrong).

Ah, those were the days, as I recall them

Poetry in life I never wrote,

Well maybe in my heart, where I won’t lose them,

Eyes closed in sunshine, poems I know by rote.

So let’s join hands, we’ll drift on pleasant waters,

In pleasured memories and maybe soon

We’ll set upon another more fantastic,

I’ve heard of cheap flights going to the moon.

Don’t book the dark side.

signed, A Sun Worshipper