Monthly Archives: March 2013

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Water Gypsy

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Pirate-eyed,

Dragon-ruffed,

Lion-maned,

Pharaoh-masked:

I am water Gypsy –

Diver of the

Deep Truth Lakes.

You are welcome to walk

The margins of the seasons,

The borders between our souls.

But, if you think

To cross the divide

There will be fierce questions.

 

Photo source: www.bbc.co.uk

28/3/2013

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When It Isn’t Playing.

I suddenly realise that I

Need the lights on, the

Candle’s  insipid, greasy guttering

Is no longer sufficient.

Into the left,

Across to the right:

Who could have guessed it?

The juggler tastes his throwing apple;

Thunderbolt runs down kite-string,

Water no longer fits in the bath-tub,

Frustrated scientist goes gamma-green.

Maybe the best dancers

Don’t need the notes?

it’s about the white matter –

Less is more –

A disembodied voice informs me. –

Does she know I can hear

Music when it isn’t playing?

 

25/3/2013

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The Smiles

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The smiles were

Always pretty

And she said

“You are the son of a witch,

Brother to a vampire:

It’s no wonder you are crazy!”

 

The candles were

Soon gone

And she said

“I must have smoke,

I must use gold:

It’s no wonder you are crazy!”

 

Remaining days were

Travel-filled;

We danced

In a blaze of glory,

Kept the faith.

There’s a marvellous magic

to being crazy!

 

11/9/03

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Hell To Pay

 

Did we really surrender

The rock, our roots,

The purple passions

That meant so much

Too soon?

Did we come down from the trees,

Leave the mesmeric cave paintings

To race into the ether future

Too quickly?

Did we  first desert,

Then crucify, those that

Had been our magnificent heroes:

The blacks, the blues, the pinks,

The mean and moody intransigents,

Those that were bitter and

Those that were mild

To comfortably readily?

Did we stop yelling questions, stop

Believing that we would live forever,

Lower the rebel colours,

The volume-threshold levels

Too rapidly?

Did we, worst of all:

Give up resistance,

Shape our lips, teeth and tongues

Around the well-paid gag-bit

Too comfortably hastily?

Did none of us,

Even for the tiniest

Fraction of a moment,

Realise there would be

Hell To Pay ?

 

24/3/2013

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The White

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The white that fell
Like mushroom spores
Giddily, god-driven; endlessly
Down the skies,
Across the winds.
The white that fell;
That carpeted lawns
That changed the contours,
That blanked the colours,
That washed the sight,
That revised plans,
That altered the focus.
The white that fell
That froze the breaths
Of unfolded sheep;
Brought strangers to the window,
Magnified distance
And bent familiar routes.
The white that fell?
It’s falling still.

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The Dreamtime Fire

From the warmstones that circle

The dying dreamtime fire

Rises a ghostdance drone.

Fast falling sun is a scalped skull

On a medicine horizon pyre.

 

This is the Eve of Retribution;

Tomahawk, drum and lance-chant zone –

Vendetta’s insistent dark-whisper tools,

Revenge’s twisted-logic shadow rules …

And … escalation echoes travel swift

Between dog-fox scout and

Sabre-blue troopers:

Each and every one:

Today’s-war fools.

 

20/3/2013

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Journeys of Stones

Beginning with the grain;

The barley,

The board and

The beach;

Thinking it

Ought to

Hurt much more,

Mean much more

Than this.

Where is the music?

The returning tide?

Prints prove

You were here before,

But you have no recall.

The songs and cries of pebbles

Ring in your skull

Though you would swear

You’ve never heard them before.

The journeys of stones

Are buried deep

In your bones.

English: Five Pebbles

18/3/2013

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