The stream (all workshops)
Barding!
The poems,
three of them,
Were as an inspiration
by Seren,
She asked me to
pack up my old templates
And write a new,
So the
River Of No Return,
became due.
Then Shirley said
Rainbows,
which you have to
Comment perhaps too
Later,
a third one was written
Their Different Ways,
Inspired by the American
And
Canadian
Hence three poems
Hope was in driver's seat
coursing on the subconscious freeway
dreaming to a pseudo destination
just beyond the stretch of imagination
Flashes of brilliance leading to a tunnel
"Park your bodies , let go of your final breath,
This way to Salvation"
proclaimed the Signage
Silence
You have no friends for company
So you entertain your transparent ghosts
Together you walk hand in hand
With your translucent hosts
They feed you words of violence
Used to break the perfect silence
You stare at the walls in misery
So you listen to your invisible demons
Together you talk face to face
With your crystalline fiends
Their lies you happily spread
Open their mouths to be spoon-fed
I have sat upon
Kaatskill Falls
For a millennium
My arms searching
Reaching skywards
My roots spreading
I have become gazer
Standing testament
Of long times spent
I have witnessed
The inhales and exhales
Of countless days
I have witnessed
Mankind’s brilliance
In fortitude and defeat
I am the original
Birch Tree who
Extends her reach
I am now a grove
Of Birch Trees
Canopying the falls
I am the Sentry
Watchwoman of Earth
Anticipating my rebirth
Growing weary of talking
at the end of the night
we fall into each other
loosing our grip
on the boundaries of Self
We begin to merge
becoming One
Then, she stirs
with a wriggle and
a trump
wakes with a smile
We laugh,
Our Oneness interrupted
`
hapless indulgences
animated silences
quiver
hankered imagination
ambiguous synapses
quibble
each way you turn
each thought you churn
new lessons learn
potted flower plants
line your driveway
mind you don't crush them
`
I have prayed, before
and got a positive response
but then, much to my dismay;
I found my wish
for peaceful bliss,
won't be turning out that way.
Expect too much,
dissappointment will be your crutch,
the rays of regret will rain until your face gets burned,
because it all adds up
to another empty cup,
and just another lesson to be learned.
What I'm goin' through
is a kind of healing time
for both my broken heart, and head;
.
a moment, captured
in gentle eloquence
the poet smiles
.
birds sing, children play
a monk tends chores in silence
what does he not know
.
Ah!Ha!, says the monk
the poet bows gracefully
hiding a sly smile
Lightning flashed a thousand times
Early morning light
On isle of broken windows
So far out of sight
Out of sight of neverland
Morning, pouring rain
Spate of wind comes hurtling
Blowing cobwebs from my brain
From my brain come all these words
All these words and more
It hears the door close softly
Perfumed departing whore
On the isle of broken windows
Watch out where you step
From here has come from ever since
Where we have never slept
Freeform (my comfort Zone)
I am what damns your soul,
the negation of your hopes,
the madness making skeletons
of children
while watchers suck
cooked meat from bones;
I am despairing mother
crying for her babies
in the cold,
their father jailed
for stealing what would
fill his children's
empty bellies,
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