Hi everyone,

I'm popping my blogging cherry on this site, so I do hope i'm doing what i'm supposed to do!

I've been reading lots of Mark Tredinnick, so i'd have to say that he probably influenced this little poem.  The cat crawled onto my lap when i woke up on Sunday morning and this is what i wrote in about 10 minutes.  I've since gone back to change it, and can't see that it needs to be changed.  However, if anyone out there has different ideas, i'd be very…

Met a young man, still a boy you could say

who claimed to own a life that was in disarray

Born out of wealth, with a privileged upbringing

he…

requires for the one with few tools

to be incredibly swift

and deft;

and static tears

in howling storms

for all the sparrows that have died.

There was a face

visible in the landscape painting

that meant really

it's-all-weird



Which is Ancient Greek translated into Modern English for

"everything is beautiful in its own way"

your frowning sounding board face



the face that left an imprint on the mirror

in torrid delight kissing the Cheshire Cat



the face of Orpheus bent

after many attempts of the brick walls

"between 9am-5pm No Understanding"…

in the night a monster    a man

spiked with metal rods

walking    trancing his way

across the coals

that monstrous heat

but pain deterred    where the sacred

and the jostling crowds meet

the whole world begins to rock

like a school of fish    everyone

moves at the same strange pace

our faces scorched by heat

eyes ablaze in wonder at this feat

that should bring tormented…

See that leaf falling from the tree, 

to the motions of the wind, falling so free. 

Like the spirit of a happy soul you can see the colors change, 

it really is something strange. 

See how it falls so slowly, so calm, so pure, 

heartbeat raising wanting more and…

A golden spa, an entourage

Capture me amongst a haze

Thirsting lips take soothing sips

Familiar warmths become ablaze

Sparkle shimmer lustful liquor

Sway me fabricated free

Finding flow until you fade

Consuming you, comsuming me.

IN YOUR ARMS

You…

THAT'S NO MOON

Star Wars fans amongst you will recall the moment in Star Wars Episode IV when Luke, Han and Obi-Wan realise they're approaching the Death Star.

Luke: He's headed for that small moon.

Ben: That's no moon. It's a space station.

Han: It's too big to be a space station.

Luke: I have a very bad…

Ayres Rock.

1952.                                                              

Nestling in a desert wasteland

is this monolith of fame,

perhaps a creature quietly sleeping,

omniscient, oh! so tame.

Knowing all but seeing nothing

as many others pass it by

while it dwells in concentration…

Good to have friends

or at least witnesses

to the deeper meanings of this,

as diamonds pile up

all over Waikiki.

You need a soundtrack

& the current contender,…

when%20Bob%20died.doc

This cute little poem is about the acceptance of difference. It is aimed at children 3-5 years of age. I would be very grateful if anyone who has children, neices, nephews, grandchildren or friends of this age group to check it out and read it. Thank you, Bridget Cameron

Alex, the Amazing Snail…

The day is long, the rain is hard

your job is full of shambles

the wife has left you for a retard

your son? well he's started to gamble

You arrive home fully soaked

to find your daughter full on dope

you wonder how you can ever cope

guess your life is all but a practical joke

the heart's shortcomings

quietening to dark apparition



open the windows now

to hear a psithurism



that pets Our singular tortoise geography

with the seven swinging eyes.



The citadel ahead in the haze

was claimed by a tricoleur



on arrival it housed only a scavenger's romantic circle 

suspended vocations on retaining walls

installed like paleolithic homeware paintings

that is, with the sense of homely…

Love Poem

frozen

sentimental

if not sensation

then thawing

must occur

in the mind’s frost

oh that you

will always be more

than this

imprint

of sheets on a bed

in a ciphered

imperfect poem

an impossible

absence

my other

that called yesterday

all that

that is

and is not…

Love Poem

frozen

sentimental

if not sensation

then thawing

must occur

in the mind’s frost

oh that you

will always be more

than this

imprint

of sheets on a bed

in a ciphered

imperfect poem

an impossible

absence

my other

that called yesterday

all that

that is

and is not…

I was bashed by a

Wife beating

Child abusing

Cripple bashing

Drunk thumping

Beer swilling

Pot smoking

Meth head thug

With an attitude problem

So I went home

And exercised

I ate less

Walked…

JRR Tolkien's wife's favourite son the good writer called the second.



the boy went 'aye aye father' like a harry potter thirsty for knowledge



'You know, the Second? My favourite words in the English language are 'cellar door' not because of its meaning but because of its sound...'



and the young JRR Tolkien II said 'really? come off it dadsy!! you like that word because we have got the 8kb video…