The Valley

It lay bare and open that day
The words tumbled from our eager tongues
Pleasant whispers, elevated notions
Collided dreams, real-time infotainment
Too nice, too lovely to forget
Even then.

And later that day as evensong cleared
The words become touching
Whispers kisses
And nothing could turn back
The world was ours
And this night alone
We would live forever.

What I Believe

That a poem should be concise and not endless pages long,
And a word should uplift the weary soul, and then soothe.

That if you can you should go for a ride in a balloon,
And forget about what you think of your self altogether.

That the world is a wondrous and terrible place,
And life both beautiful and horrific.

That the intricate secret web of life itself is built upon paradox,
Or perhaps not.

Mountain Daze

Climbed to the peak,
Montserrat, mountain of the Black Madonna,
shrine of cliffs, roof of the world,
with Catalunya stretching out for hundreds of years all around.

While She, regal statuette, lodged high above the altar,
high above the world,
watches over us,
and weeps.

In Dutch

In the Dutch language,
all things seem clear,
and direct,
often brutishly blunt.

No room for prevarication,
or obfuscation, vaccilatory nuance.

They tell it like it is, you see,
Not as they wish it would be.
More refined, slightly more elegant.

Song for an Angel

Sing to me of distant loves,
of enchantress pining for a saviour,
of lectures unattended,
while the young maidens run free,
barefoot through dewy May fields,
in the same places we knew,
only centuries ago.

Vapour

I watched the olde-worldy train pull out
of the weather-beaten station.
Your suitcases and you were on board,
forever departing, and that's how you'll stay.

You left in summer, and the sunshine,
and the green grass and the clean crisp air,
All wanted to leave with you,
and the grime and dust remained.

And so did I.

Creeps

Shadows mark the hazy aura
Of what once was a thought.
That kiss, that pure emotion,
Our sense of needing, wanting bliss.

Now turned into afterthought,
Memory unwelcome,
That creeps us uninvited.

Salamander

Fiery twisted flame dancer,
Stretched toad-reptile,
Underworld reveller,
Your word has never been your bond,
Nor your heart your own to direct.

Foreign masters have you in chains,
And the light does not pervade
Into your better chambers.

Tripods

One of my favourite art forms in general and a much-loved pastime of mine in particular is photography and anything to do with it. It gives me a real buzz to shoot a near-perfect picture and process it online using some of the advanced imaging software that is available these days. Of course anyone who is serious about his or her photography will have to consider looking into tripods as they are an vital factor in the arsenal of a good photographer.

There is a superb brand out there and they are the velbon tripods which are proving very popular now. They are available in all price ranges to price shouldn’t be prohibitive. They come in ballhead and panhead type of tripod and make for a fabulous addition to any photographer’s crucial paraphernalia.

With these velbon tripods you will be able to shoot great stills and landscape pictures. You will find them easy to use and excellent value for money.

Serene

I think of you, softly,
Now all have left us,
Wishing nothing would ever again,
Come between our awkward hearts,
Lives tapered into inevitable outcomes,
Outstretched, entwined, serendipitous,
With me, still here, forever wondering,
What on earth,
It was all about.

Headphones

I love nothing better than taking some well-earned time off for myself and just to listen to my MP3 player, using my headphones . It is a genuinely relaxing feeling to engulf myself with music and tunes and melodies of my own choosing, turning the volume up as I please. Of course, I take care not to annoy anyone else with the noise of my headphones when I am in public.

Some of the very best headphones that are available are made by Grado headphones . This is truly a quality product and experts and professionals alike endorse the great sound quality provided by these superb headphones that will make for a fabulous listening experience for anyone.

Sometimes I turn down the lights, close my eyes and drift off into an audio landscape that flows into my mind through my ears and nifty headphones. A veritable bath for the soul.

Twirl

The azure sphere looks out upon
a vast dark blanket that covers all
Dread waters blue cling on to it
silver cloud, like angels' hair draped
all around this marvellous stellar gem
revolving around itself
its core of hard softness that boils
and bubbles and reaches up
causing immeasurable mayhem
rendering mortals utterly mortal

Arise

Shine and sparkle like a glass
of finest crystal hue, cut supremely
never dare to not dare to dare all,
in sublime pursuit of that living thing itself
that makes all that went before
remorselessly inadequate,
and, ultimately, quite irrelevant.

Sleep Time

I wander in a dazy haze,
All eyes up-lit and sparkles,
Memories twine and twinkle near,
And lost is the word I cannot fathom.

I rear up and revel in the grove
Of what once came before.
Voices listen, listen out,
Noting all that moves a-shiver.

Dreamscape

Lying alone, sponge-dripped,
Fed on promised whispers,
Oriental island breezes,
Thoughts never quite uttered.
Windows covered with hazy shades,
Glass half empty, perennially,
Nothing stirs, no mention ever
Of anything remotely awkward.
Paradise perceived in 20-20 vision.

Salute

The day, ignomy dressed as routine,
Salacious eventuality,
Occurences dwelt upon,
Too much..

Dream Catcher

Snip, snipe,
Relish the dark night's whispers,
Slowly, creeps a shadow to the pond
Where, we all know, a monster hides,
From the world of day,
From us.

Rosary

Your tears like ruby crystal
on a string in my hand.
I watch your alabaster smile,
looks down on me, sinner.
Your hazel eyes like music,
blue-rimmed face; kind, wise.
You are not angelic, yet more so.
I walk along with you,
the garden welcomes us both.
Freshly scented, spring survives
my heartfelt lonely despair.
You take my hand, alive and giving,
my world is a kind word,
my heart is a child's,
my faith ultimately yours.

Stark

Word flow on from eager anger
stirred by notions out of flow
nothing moves within the sphere
of gentle caring.
Slender trees move to and fro,
smile upon the distraught traveller,
the woods appear like so many dreams
keen to envelop, soak up lightness.

Garlandine


Serpentine seams of silver ghosts
appear to lonely finger-shaped clouds
eager to belong, here, there,
somewhere..
Night cloaks down on this old town
and I walk ahead into a dream
of loveless flaws,
exceptions, trickling down
into lakes and liquid vaults
that locked out half my world.