A weeping willow nigh,
slowly tears pour
in its misshapen sky,
drops distort it more.
Category: Poetry
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Travel etiquette
Standing squashed on the train,
through persistent migraine
going down the drain
with the dregs,
look around and up,
squeeze your gaze in the gap
‘twixt the arms and the crap
in the bags.
Think of people inside
this elaborate hide
made to coddle and hide
their fears:
some are dressed to impress,
some are dressed to possess,
some are dressed to undress,
it appears.
As they hang off handrails,
in the hamster-wheel race,
do your best to embrace
their sorrow.
Don’t be sad, don’t be mad.
Smile and nod, look ahead.
They or you could be dead
by tomorrow. -
London Night
Drown in the London night.
In the dark you see the light,
river beckons, cold and bright.
Drown in the London night. -
My
Inspired by The Amazing Randi
My mind is a forest.
An impossible cathedral
with boundless pillars of trunks
and coloured light spearing through
the stained glass of the canopy.
The truth and beauty of it are breath-taking!
And I walk through life
looking up at the light
with dry golden eyes,
ever so beautiful…
Until I trip over the roots,
twisted roots of my forest,
lies to myself and others,
grown out of fear,
and habit,
and kindness,
and love.
And I find myself
in the deep dark wood,
staring with dark green eyes
filled with tears
at the light ahead.
My roots,
my trees,
my pain,
my joy. -
Footprints in the Sand
All that we leave are footprints in the sand.
They fade in time. As everything, they end.
But as we look ahead and to the stars
we leave footprints to fade on moon and Mars. -
Sad, but true
Russian, American, English, Egyptian – we are all suckers.
Christian, Muslim, Jewish or Buddhist – we are all suckers.
Labour, Conservative, Liberal, Democrat – we are all suckers.
We’ve sold our humanity for the right to belong. -
Colours Of Thought
The colours of thought
deep inside our minds,
behind the facade –
black, white and blood-red.
We can sing the rainbow,
we can paint the rainbow,
we can talk the rainbow…
but they remain
behind the eyes,
deep inside the soul,
the colours of emotion –
black, white and blood-red.
