The Tide


We should be without a trace
In some exotic timid place
Where memories won't grow to haunt
And daily dismal thoughts can't taunt

Surrounded by a dream of sleep
In which I'll fight the night to keep ~
You safe within a sphere of light
To see a new day dawn's delight

To celebrate the evening's peace
And huddle underneath that fleece
That ever was from times long past
Please sit with me, this hour won't last.

Serpentine

Moved with feline grace
delirious and free
Found another love-pace
and made her way to me..

She danced like dreams of sunlight
floating on her smile
With me her watching love-sprite
she desired to beguile..

Passion's rule stretched into night
darkness, sighs of bliss
Her eyes were dressed in moonlight
sweet Goddess with a kiss...

Alarm

Feel the morning waking up
gently flowers whisper
dreams still wrapped around a fuzzy smile
fountain trickles down

Smell the fragrance of this life
time blows like the wind
curtains opened with a joke
left lying around for recycled use

Hear what Springtime has to say
rejuvenate, ameliorate
dream and skip and run and play
to keep on living proves your fate.

Storage

Crept into your living life
dawn made rings of gold
leaves blown into cold bedrooms
slept late into the afterthought

Kept a memory of glee
bound for unforgiving
trees dismembered by the rain
stepped onto a moving platform

Leapt over my former me
glowing lights turn green
slowly momentary wheels
pick up speed and turn around.

Sound

Melody fashioned from Spring's fresh tones
Bird-like whispers reached my ear
Rounded like pebbles, ancient stones
Detached me from my long-held fear.

Sweetness played with my mind
Orchestral smiles pervade
Slow string movements would always find
That quiet part of me; the shade.

Maze

Mere dream surrounds the fabric of time
Prudent persuasion of a chimera's shimmer,
Softly we drift on waves of contentment
While outside the moon; making her merry rounds

Night lights twinkle and dangle up high
Skies re-appear from lingering aeons,
World is a toy children keep tampering with
Sleep comes to soothe my sensitive mind

Dawn like a milk float turns another corner
Yawning I take in the fresh new-born light,
Still haven't used up my quota of days
Life is a glorious, wonderful maze.

Grieving winter thieves surround
the darling buds that sway
eager sprouts that seem so green
one wonders if there's ever been
a time of mirth and wonder.

Stealing moments of your time
I feel the need to hide
seek the ways to start to climb
that sacred hill; confide.

Weaving garlands, happily
maidens dance around the pole
every smile quite cheerfully
sings of sun and woods of glee.

I match the sky with light-blue sighs,
thoughts that whistle with the wind.
I hear the seagulls' eerie cries,
turn to memory; awkward, kind.

I walk the plank with head held high,
waters ripple deep below.
Angels whisk me up to fly,
whereto I can't know..

Self, unravelled willingly,
trees and stone erections stare
through firmish forests of self-doubt,
outwardly content to remain kind and thoughful,
the centre revolved around a fragile vortex.
Fatefully reclined lie dreams of realisation,
equate the ebb and flow of life with love;
its forever changing cycles, moods turned
inside and out; staring, gazing at what the world's become,
hum of vacant gossip, served up as mindless entertainment.
Deliriously happy. Times move along like willing ancient friends,
always there with me, along the way, the ups and downs,
smiles and frowns. And ever ready for gentle repartee.

Dreams seem seamless tenuous bounderies
between you and I, skies and oceans below
knowing and feeling, sharing, caring and taking charge
of what-I-do-not-know..

Trail

Sleep keeps you and I in love
Mystic garlands weave above
Daylight dreams and lust-filled sighs
Silken smooth; these passion cries.

Dawn approaches with a smile
These rays sure have their own cool style
Clouds of white to accentuate
The break of day is never late.

Afternoon, the world works on
Fresh the window winds flow in
Our thoughts are back in Babylon
A hanging garden to grow in.

One for one, the words unravel
Single phonemes left to ponder
My soul and your heart set out to travel
Discover our own world of wonder.

Stark are the warnings they write in the sand
the ominous waves that roll over this land.
Dreams may unfold in a wink of an eye,
silver the vultures that soar in the sky.
Long lines of soldiers; their hands in the air
foul is the stench and nothing seems fair.
Robust metal engines move over the plains
impoverished farm hands cry out for the rains.
The push of the button, the scan on the screen
technology whispers, the agony's scene.
Wise men who lament the loss of the right
innocense screams to the heavens tonight..

Gargantuan dreams reap silent promise
susceptible recepticle of unquenched longing
surviving a life unfit for a king
bird song and eventide, ominous sting
fervently moving the waves up and down
sand dunes and water, embracing a frown
nothing moves, no thing remains still
undressed are the ages, persist though I will.

Political correctness is an insult to minorities...

For those with ears:

There seem to be a lot of 'old men of the mountain' these days..

For those with fears:

Chivalry isn't dead..

*as (almost) always: Cum Grano Salis

City Life

Business men count little coins
Drink too much and laugh too loud
Wallets ache like summer loins
Of silly things try to be proud

Politicians say not what they say
Evade all stern endeavour
With cliche brushes colour grey
Cannot commit; not ever

Dustmen come into my street
Gather all our waste
Smile and joke with whom they meet
Working, living without haste.

Final Chapter

I saw the world as from afar
revolving azure star
lights were smiles from yesterday
comets would come out to play
and dip in to the ocean blue.

I heard a song from outer space
sung by some celestial face
a lament of the ages
a turning of the pages;
the closing of a book..

Oh, Do Behave!

Scream the dream entangling you;
nothing's cast in stone.
Live the life that you pursue,
do not repeat-postpone.

Arise to find your soul awake;
keen, and eager still.
Live and breathe; for INRI's sake,
uncover your true will.

Salute the dawn that welcomes you;
suprise is your reward.
Be still and let your dreams come true,
they're not meant to be stored.

Centre Stage

As luck would have it, I
talked to the trees, looked up at the sky,
and, so far removed from my own little self,
I gained a new view point from up on that shelf;
how many lives intertwined without knowing,
so many creatures; moving and growing.

Dreaming of dreaming I dreamt me a dream,
in which they connected; the source and the stream,
the boulders that lay there, around which would flow
tides of tomorrow, the seeds we would sow,
whilst far overhead, a gathering storm
took on shapely warning, an ominous form.

Sleeping with eyes of surprise open wide,
I fashioned a bridge to bridge the divide
of what still lay hidden, so deep within me,
I longed to break open; to finally see
the stage of the world, the roles I could play,
movements and motions; the lines I must say.

As I rubbed the sleep from my sleep-weary eyes,
I perceived curtains moving and lost my disguise.

Women are superior. That's why men are superior.

Self

'Tis an art to part with what one knows;
To smell the world without a nose.
To go beyond what once was near,
To be alive and know no fear.

'Tis quite something to be proud;
To know you make the moving cloud.
To feel the rain and greet it,
To see one's fate and meet it.

'Tis a feat to see around;
To stand upon one's own-built mound.
To see for miles in all directions,
To write and cope with snide rejections.

'Tis grand to be alive;
To feel one has survived ~
One's own former self.

IT is not an exact science..

Departure

Sailor stands proudly
no shaking legs on deck today, as
Royal Navy vessels leave
old ports lined with waving family members.
Sailors and soldiers will do as told, bold
only in their execution of accepted duty.
Politicians and main-stage players
throw the dice around a trembling table,
hardly able to keep up the pretence
they usually know what they're doing
at all. Enthrall the puzzled crowds
with balming words of place of pride,
history and averted threats
to 'anything for a quiet life'.
Journalists rub their grubby hands
as foreign lands await their fate..

Hibernation

Icicle particles taking part
the flow is stemmed, the tide
Spring is lingering, eager to start
for now the flowers rest to hide.

Dreams of light re-captured still
lie beneath our beating heart
All the seasons must fulfil
unite what time has torn apart.

Forgive the lark its absent song
sounds will still persist
The force of nature will prove too strong
for statis to overcome, resist.

Evenings spent with curtains drawn
fires roaring high
One day soon, we'll mow the lawn
and spirits will soar high.

War Preparations

Senseless mayhem in the making
Earth prepares to roll and shake;
Innocense left, close to breaking
The Big Baboon is on the take.

A voice rings out in earnest
No leader seems to hear;
Which cry will reach the furthest
Constructive hope or fear?

Nasty

Nasty grey mountain ranges
rivers flood where daylight changes,
Skies blood red cling overhead
some must atone and re-emerge,
when all is done or left and said..

Trees stand by, sarcastically,
moving to and fro
Somehow they, delightfully
keep what I must grasp to know..

Green lush fields now soothe my feet
bare with winter cold,
Little daffodils will greet
the visionary; true and bold..

Grow fierce in thy direction
denounce this strange dissection
of what has always been.