A Silent Mournful Prayer
There but for the Grace of God go I !! And the help from my caring, loving neighbours !
In the depths of unlived happiness
Close your eyes..give me your hand
From the Bottom of the Hill
In memory of Anne Sexton
Patient Patience
This was written when I was in intensive care very ill a few years ago and when I awoke after a number of weeks I observed the care and duty that all the ITU nurses gave to each patient. I also remember hearing things they said when I was unconcious. This inspired me to write this poem. I hope you enjoy it.
Autumn's song
just to highlight the fragility of our existence and its wonder.
A Sea of Tears!
Pondering
Blind Leads The Blind.
Waiting for the bus.
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just A deep emotion
Looking for my unknown kalyanamitra...
a kalyanamitra is a spiritual friend who is able(maybe, maybe not) to be a soulmate, in short a beloved one(any worthy otherself)... "kalyanamitra" is a sanskrit word... i guess i prefer "gewa chennyen"(kalyanamitra in tibetan) or "hao p'hon you"(kalyanamitra in chinese) or "kokoro no tomodata"(or "shin tomodata", kalyanamitra in japanese)... i really don´t know... words float in the void when i try to understand their deep and genuine meanings... Let there be kalyanamitras!!!! May all Heavenly Beings gather the kalyanamitras here and now!!!!... forever...
Your Touch
I watched you fall from the heavens. Glistening in the sunshine. You made me feel so alive inside. The coolness of your caress upon my skin. You brought back so many memories. New and old. Your touch felt like many sweet kisses upon my body.
the parade
A parade puts a smile on peoples faces the music is uplifting the theme is recognized everywhere A time to celebrate
A Week at Clare College
I spent a week temping at Clare College, Cambridge, UK, in 2010, and felt transported back through time to envelop its history, its culture, its journey through time and its atmosphere. The result was this poem which I originally set with a photo background of its setting on the river Cam. I hope you like it.
The old town
thinking about an aging waterside town.
In Memory
In Memory I awaken at the first break of morning light that chases moon and stars in daily flight, I see the dawn trap a blossom's new day smile and witnessing this, I hesitate awhile. Then as the sun causes my staring to yield I turn to st
Going Home
Underneath the trees of maple, once again I foot travel up the dusty lane going home Violets of blue in patches bloom, lilacs fill the air with sweet perfume Sunlit through the trees going home. Sam barks and comes to welcome us, kids wave g
Homestead re-visited.
I no doubt like many others, left my very small and humble Hamlet at a very early, now unheard of age, to seek opportunities not available in our Homestead, so this poem captures a nostalgic return in later years.
watching the clock
I watch the seconds on the clock Ticking slowly by One minute gone the minutes go by Now the hours Slowly add ed to my clock Tick tock Time goes by Slowly hours added The hours counted and have gone As I sit and stir As I watc
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Time (No More) Pt.1
just thinking on time.....
Through My Eyes
This poem is about how we try to see the other side of any given situation.
Rural Hamlet
this poem is based on my childhood memories
weight of the world
like Atlas in dark shadow there is a Titan in every soul a thing of horrible effort and terrible scars
Am I dreaming
Things that make you go hummm
Past and Future
Just thoughts
A lost angel....
looking for nectar of love
Confession
Maybe there are times I didn't tell you things, like of the desolate far away place in my body that I escaped from to find you... the cold intangible spot that draws on a string from my insides, thinning me out as from an ever more threadlike
Going Back
self discovery .......what i need to do
Until Better Comes
Just not good enough Still I’ll settle for this Until something better comes along It worked well enough with a job Maybe it’ll work for love Fed up and dissatisfied I walked away from my job Surely I’ll find another that’s better There we
The Bay
spot x.......
Rose
I am a rose that lays upon a bed of thorns, the dew on my pedals is but yet a tear I am up grounded from my roots, only to be weatherd ,rain or sun to sear Withering whats left of my velvety beauty, then at last wind to blow my memory away pieces
Do you know?
More memories and the kind of Man I crave:-)
Rain on a Sunday Morning
It is raining here and I am being very lazy and haven't gotten out of bed yet!!!
A Triolet by Banjo Paterson with a Second Verse
I have not written any poetry in the last 20 something years but...........I was on a recent trip in Tasmania where someone made the suggestion/demand that we read a poem of the selected works of Banjo Paterson each night. As I was a solo driver this was my first attempt and it was "Page 100" without seeing what it was I had to read. I had another 2 poems to read later, one I did manage to prepare for and one handed to me on the night of "The Reading." Very difficult to properly express a poem without some preparation. Having said tha,t and mentioning this to my house-sitter on my return, it has gotten me a wee bit interested as I have not seen or heard of this form before. So the second verse is mine. Hope it suffices.
...Slot Machine of Time...
I just decided to try and inspire myself with some poetic notion pertaining to TIME, and this is what evolved.
-to the tune of Steely Dan's 'Aja'
I've got 'steely dan' on my mind...someone we all know went to see them perform last night at Portsmouth Va (I wasn't invited). tonight, they played at one of my old haunts, Merriweather Post Pavillion in Columbia Md. Bodhisattiva friends!
"Something has taken you so far from me"
I am trying to uncover my deluded feelings towards an invisible mirror where i am able to foresee a tragic reflex of a love relationship that it isn´t responsive... Perhaps my otherself is still shallow and selfish and so i meditate if i am guilty or not guilty when i face my own behaviour and inner feelings while there is a lack of Love and i keep on being lonely and suffering a lot... Perhaps i am understanding my failures in matter of love relationships; by other hand i recognize my personal worth and my meritorious deeds even if am still hopeless and despised by others...
An Empty Clothesline
This is about my great grandmother Minnie Adams who lived in Mt Eden, and my sister and I would stay with her at times,she was 99 when she died. She came to New Zealand from California in her young teens, and went with her husband to go go kauri gum digging. What a beautiful amazing lady.
Kingsland
An incredible movie maker, Isn't life a Riot
She Walked with Grace (sonnet)
She walked with grace through grassy meadows pausing to smell the sensual fragrance watching the rabbits dart down their barrows their white tails flashing creating a drama Azure skies blazing, making perfect the day she laid in the grass
HEARTSTRINGS......
A fish hook may be tiny, but once it takes hold it can become a powerful tool to trap and hold......just like memories acting with heartstring........
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