THE WAY OF THE CUT
Category: Writing and Poetry

THE WAY OF THE CUT

The day knows no sadness

within its pure motion

I within, integral,

my heart beating sad drums into the world regardless

o.k, memories,

my life, her death,

we are transient with the wind, with the seasons.

Her death moved from life

As the breeze has shook the trees

and moved the leaves into autumn.

Here

 by the canal, the sunlight has whitened reeds

The swans have moved upon the water

under the bridge and out of sight

I

here by the canal side, on renovations

to some old mill

My diamond saw cuts a piece from stone,

with a sound that cuts the peace from day.

Alive,

I think of you

drifting somewhere like the seasons,

knowing no sadness, pure within your own motion

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NIGHT WALK IN AUGUST
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NIGHT WALK IN AUGUST


Out here among this closeness of night
Under orange fire from concealed rain
interstellar of street light
I laugh into the dark walls of this world

Yes! full of wine
Yes! full of devilment
and full ear of burgundy myth
Oh August ! have you ever been as close ?
within your shroud of merciless weight

This town, my home ;
indifferent to my seeping disgust,
my umbilical love,
my street sought solace and solitude,
roaming wet in rain

And you ! behind the windows of tears
The idle, the fat, the oblivious
dreaming the measure of your thoughts

And my love ! out there beyond the black hills,
enveloped in feathers
none of this dark distance between our hearts

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SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE BEWILDERMENT OF BIRTH
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SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE BEWILDERMENT OF BIRTH

Where are you now behind that smile ?
Beyond the teeth and tongue that show the world the walls,
before the bleeding thoughts
burst into words through anticipating savliva

Did you feel those years collect as soil upon your boots,
You, tied to dreams and shot to skies opaque with clouds,
the birth of stars just beyond

The bewilderment of it all
Birth ! The truth of your mothers pain...the world that they taught you
Dillusional truths of where you started
And the years since then, the loves and deaths among earth,
scattered like rainfall upon hearts
only the ghosts of which memories retrieve

Where are you now, behind that smile ?
those walls of teeth and flesh
Astounded into silence, weak with your strength in dreams sewn into clouds
below the cranium of earth bound self

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NO ONE KNOWS ME HERE
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NO ONE KNOWS ME HERE

I have already spoken to the blackbirds

who paused, but not for I

The church bells of silent metal :

vanished rhythms gone where ?

over the thatched roofs with the last of the crows ?

No one knows me here,

a working class poet in the shadows

Nor earlier digging earth in the back fields

where the long grass sways

And here by the shop selling scarecrows

and on past the brook bend of weeping willows

and the bakers shelves of empty light

whose bread I did not taste

For no one knows me here

within the old pub where I room

here, below beamed ceilings, where ' locals ' have gathered

whose talk is of chutneys and cidars

in an accent from these shires

in the armchair by the unlit fire

 I pen verse... to no one who knows me here.

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LAST WORDS FOR THEE
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LAST WORDS FOR THEE

As the sun shines through leaves

flickering in breeze

You are walking through my head

What is the end that we talk of ?

Where did it start ?

And how do I finish

what recurs with the rising sun

Did I tell you I loved you ?

Did I mention what was happening to me inside ?

Do you know that I listened to the moments when you secrectly cried

Its over now so we say

Our freinds are even tired im sure

I write in the morning

as the blossom leaves the tree

When my pen leaves this page

these will be my last words for thee

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RIPLEY TO RIPON with the death of love
Category: Writing and Poetry

RIPLEY TO RIPON with the death of love

 "151 casualties in five years "

The road sign reads before the flowers in the meadow

Yesterday, I was at your door

weak and broken

full of vodka, full of cocaine

full of loathing, full of lust

Full of you, always full of you

" Let me stay a little while, we can listen to the breaking of our hearts "

Here, on the road,

new lambs in the meadow

 pheasant in the field

majestic colours by the hedgerow

On beyond the roadkill

blood and feathers cover asphalt

Death surrounds this living day

What of life remains after the death of love ?

Here, on this morning

sunrays slanted through the cloud

With the thought that in time, you will be someone elses love

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FIRST DAY OF SPRING
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FIRST DAY OF SPRING

Heads are bent

into this faceless return

Strides to meet the cold wet whip,

lashed from raider of rattling wind

This the return of the first day of spring

Alcoholics carry cans

their quartet of colours break  the grey

Hooded coats against brick gable

through the flats they sing

On this the return of the first day of spring

The white flag of surrender

is litter in the tree

A bleak shiver through this day

sends the wave over grass

What forebidding nub, the north wind brings ?

A sombre crown for new born spring

Yesterdays bee stripes

sodden in death

The daffodil sway by the ’ minnow bend ’

trumpets of sunlight drowned in this dirge

The throatless song the north wind brings

fills with death, the first day of spring

The moon is on the ’ Tinker ’

as rushing clouds permit

For a moment poetry in silver

a warped symphony in boughs

There is music to this gloom

the shadows darkness sings

this is the end of the first day of spring

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HEARTS ARE BREAKING
Category: Writing and Poetry

Hearts are breaking

across the starry void

A white face is given by night

pale as the death of my love

Here !

exposed through the thorns of desolation

whose shadows shake across dismal light

 Here !

hollow within this fill of emptiness

For sure I am alone tonite

Hearts are breaking

across the starry void

a multitude of cries carried by the wind

each of them

alone

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ROBES OF THE MONKS
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ROBES OF THE MONKS

Young boys play amongst waves

Orange and crimson robes

drape the green of the Kannada tree

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TIME UNDER YELLOW HILL
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TIME UNDER YELLOW HILL

The slow fall of white water

as wave strikes black rock

Futures imagined

I fragment each moment

Detached,

I miss the kite leave yellow hill

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