One Mile For Me

Do a mile for me when you’re out running

I feel like I could smash a mile today

My blood is up, the wind is only sighing

Do a mile for me, what do you say

 

Lift your feet o’er puddles I might meet there

Watch out for country pancakes in my path

Work a healthy sweat up, but not much, dear

What’s your problem, why, Frank, do you laugh

 

I think that I can do it this fine morning

If you’re willing to endure an extra mile

Or give me one of twelve that you’ll do laughing

It’s my birthday, darling, go on, make me smile

 

A mile is nothing to you, that’s a doddle

And I would like to do just one today

So, go on, promise that your trainers

Will pound one out for me, what do you say

 

Splendid! That is just what I required

Affirmation that, in this ripe year

I can run a mile, if you are willing

So, do your stuff and I’ll be waiting here

 

Bounding over burns all overflowing

Leaping over hedges like a doe

Hurry up, I’m just exhausted thinking

Now, give’s a kiss, before you have to go

 

My coffee’s getting cold and I have chocolate

Pending by me side and urging, eat

Run a mile for me but don’t be back late

I’ll need to bathe my aching, running feet

 

I feel so good this morning, an elation

Fifty-seven seems, somehow, just right

To exercise my legs, imagination

One coffee at a time. You know, I just might…

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Remembering Synthesis

(source)

You may find yourself believing

That all life begins from here

A cradle of commencement

Day’s new birth

Till you pause and, on reflection

Consider yesterdays

Weighing up those gone

Their value, worth

 

You may find yourself remembering

A tenement, a close

The black and white of film

And simpler days

A mangle turned by mother

A Humber Hawk dad drove

A skipping rope

And all street games you played

 

You may find yourself regretting

Words and actions you still own

Though they’re gone, they form

The discs of growing spine

Were they karmic then and now

Must you measure luck by them

Or dismiss them and develop

Like fine wine

 

You may find yourself a-chuckling

At some antics from the past

The giggling with sisters

About boys

The changing of your body

As you put aside old clothes

And give away to younger

Favoured toys

 

You may find yourself reflecting

On the choices, chances gone

The ones you took

The ones you let go by

And wonder at how different

Your life would maybe be

If you’d been brave

Instead of stunned and shy

 

You may find yourself in stone-age caves

Tracing fingered walls

As you think about connections

To the past

Witness to a wondrous bang

That started all your days

And wonder, on this stage

How you’ve been cast

 

You may find yourself manoeuvring

Chess pieces on your board

Permutations pending

While you mull

Losing self in options

To evade and hope you win

Then elusive thoughts result 

In army stalled

 

You may find yourself forgetting

Why you took the road you’re on

Why you came into a room

That actor’s name

What you had for your lunch yesterday

Where you put your keys

The title of that book

A song’s refrain

 

You may remember earlier

Second line of this long piece

‘That all life begins from here’

And so it does

If we can still remember

Who we are and where we’re from

And give credence to

The synthesis of us

Sands Of Time

Grains came and chased and chafed and gathered hinter

Reforming, as the desert lands, they grew

Shaping each new landscape, spring to winter

Changing ways we’d known, creating new

Grading and abrading roughened ridges

Coarse to smooth, they worked, to redefine

Refined the contours, excoriated edges

Rasped and grated, painfully, at times

Teeth gritted, so determined, how we travel

Blinded by the storms that befall here

Through sands of time, eroding, it unravels

In storms, that always settle, thus we steer

The Precious Touch

The texture, more important than appearance

The feeling, more appealing than the look

The facets of quality, as measured

Like the content of a treasured, well-read book

The touch, far more impressive than the visual

Though first drawn by sight alone, ’tis not enough

The smoothest, gliding surface when encountered

Convinces more than coarsened, crude and rough

The elements, attractive in display case

Cannot be chosen till character is felt

In life, as in the study of the gem stones

Intrinsic value known once precious held

The Work Ethic

We hunted, gathered, tilled and sowed, survival

Dependent on our effort and the climes

We bartered, took a share of coin and market

Reaping our reward, we hoped, in time

We salvaged time from torment of the workplace

Pretended a career was proof of life

Perhaps we could not work, or did not want to

Found solace in a different sort of tithe

Tied, by sufferance, to someone’s profit

Ethical, they say, and we’ve believed

Count your blessings, minus tax and years lost

Was there another way, a just reprieve

From semblance of salvation through endeavour

As if the scales were fairly balanced by our weight

Calibrate and calculate our worth here

Else work until we’re dropped at pearly gates

Retrograde the progress, no solution

Conclusions for the workforce, colonies’

Ants, upon a mound of blue-green orbit

Breed and work and die, unethically

Fighting Shadows

Do veins take on new colours, shades and shadows

Absorbing spectrum’s range as multi-hued

Muted, harsh, spectacular or mellow

Bleeding into consciousness till true

When courses plasmic liquid in exchanges

Breaths of capillation, calm, serene

Does dreary darkness vie with light in stages

Concur as cancer, out of sight, unseen

Inseparable companion, undercover

Ominous and partial to disguise

Unaware the host, a mother, brother

Living, breathing silence with each sigh

When veins resist the rainbow, embrace shadow

Pray light into the gloaming till it flows

 

If you pray, please pray for my eldest brother who, for the second time, has had a diagnosis of cancer. He will be undergoing surgery within the next week.  He has the strongest of spirits and has fought his way to life through major health trials over the years. My heart aches for him that he has to fight once again. Thank you.x

Daring Destiny

we travel now

across much

clearer waters

the depths

once dangerous

when still concealed 

what was hidden

lurking

far beneath us

is seen 

more treacherous

reviled reveal

we navigate

not unknown

with eyes open

what is spotted

noticed in the past

surface tensions

terrible and tremulous

stretching

to accommodate

hold fast

the journey

of a lifetime

still the stormy

epic little ways

with tiny oars

but many hands

to steer

to clear

all deckhands

demanded

at their stations

while they roar 

the way is way much

tougher

than the rations

apportioned

to inhibit

mutiny

till guiding star

gave credence

cleared the waters

ahoy! me hearties!

dare your destiny

That Came Later

It was not sudden

Or surprising

That came later

It was gradual

As erosion

Waves to shore

It did not happen

In an instant

Though some thought so

It grew

By quiet leaps

Then grew some more

It was not healthy

Or enhancing

In its charter

It was rancid

And despicable

With rot

Some said

As some will do

It did not matter

It would be

A policy that

Time forgot

It did not die

It hid, by turns

And simply festered

It passed

From flesh to flesh

And ate at core

It lived and grew

It thrived within

Corrupt as cancer

And radiated

Discharge

Ulcered sores

It did not happen

In a moment

Though it seemed so

It cherished

Space and time

To breathe again

It shook and took the world

But that came later

Wanton with desires of evil men

Deliverance

Where servile siblings gather, there you’ll find them

Trading lives for plaudits promised soon

Sacrifices welcomed and encouraged

Naked greed stripped bare by fulsome moon

When night it falls beneath a clouded mantle

Where secrets in the pot are mixed with bile

Souls hawked upon the futures’ febrile markets

Linger there and watch them for a while

They dance upon the graves of friends and strangers

Buried and forgotten easily

Names only in a ledger, stones eroded

Watch closely now, believe all that you see

Remark upon the eyes, how dark and hollow

Empty vessels mustered to be filled

Adherents to philosophy of selfish

Disciples drugged and daggered to the hilt

Swaying to a music marched macabre

Ecstatic to the beat of blood and gore

Listen while they chant to inner hatred

Death to all, their rousing ribald score

Stay softly, do not move, you are a target

Keep camouflaged, be hidden till they’re through

Upon the heath, beneath a sky turned blood red

Offering oblations to dark brew

Beware the servile siblings and their legions

Biblical bombast of putrid smell

Feeding evil, justifying actions

Of power stoked in fires of human hell

Deliver with dispersal of the siblings

Upset the crock where poison has been stewed

Serve antidotes of love by rise of morning

Negate the darkness, let light be renewed

No Surprise To Me

I saw her late at night

her neck, a signpost

rising through the surface

to the skies

Loch’s leviathan

her charm, her presence

testament to strength

and what is wise

from hidden depths and caverns

came she upwards

as proof to disbelievers

who despise

the legacy of truth

within the legends

endurance of her spirit

against lies

emergent energy

when threatened, dismissed

force of nature

nurtured in disguise

risen to admonish

free the shackles

to clarify, reveal

to crystallise

the ever-present power

‘neath apparent

the what is possible

when spirits rise

revealing, by endurance

force of fabled

to the detriment of those

with blinded eyes

her eyes, those eyes

a steady, streaming light-force

gleaming, fixed on shores

on me

all ayes

what, said I, of myth

and disbelievers

the proof, she said

is rising when you try

I gazed a while

she froliced for my pleasure

or to prove, perhaps

that she had found the prize

across the lands

a vision from deep waters

to me, a true believer,

no surprise