The stream (all workshops)
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There is always a poem after this one;
the understudy to today's centre stage:
This poem however, is never unimportant,
it is as individual as the poem that follows;
many written poems have unwritten forbears-
each poem is breathed and lived; rarely spoken.
The panorama of this poem is found in one place –
the window of its reader's imagination;
so each poem is the beginning point
of new journeys that we join with the poet.
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You ignored underneath
my pleas of “take me with you,
don’t leave me here alone”
terrorized, I tried to live through.
In hoary woods I sit alone
hardly breathing, quiet and still
breeze sings a mournful monotone
penetrating bones with sneaky chill
There's little warmth in winter's sun
within this sky of clear deep blue
above a world of gray and dun
where yellow flowers one time grew
Yet this watch I still must stay
and attempt to stay alert
if need be 'till the end of day
while wearing camo coat and shirt
A Passer By!
Have you not read my poem?
Summary Disposal
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Is your mind an open book,
Can they look inside your head?
Do you only still show pages you want read?
What do you tell them when the Horror
Leaves you chilled and drenched in bed?
Are you still oppressed by dreams in Black and Red?
Have you found the man who’s shown you
How to overcome your dread-
Shown you how to pluck those pictures from your head?
.
in a drift
I notice, but forget
long term memory disengaged
I bet some nice poems
are still a'float in there
somewhere
alone
never even bumping into each other
what happened?
they might ask
he couldn't find a pencil?
the cream of the crop
made of our own volition
out of whole cloth
the best he has to offer
but, because he can't remember
"save to long term memory mode"
we are all lost,
never to land on a page
or in a song
Written at midnight thinking
of my TAO photograph:-
Rowing into The Understanding
some of us get to
the other side.
Stepping off the edge
will I sink
or swim
The moon smiles
the stars wink
was it me who blinked
The night shivered
the bushes grew
who knew.
Under the clouds
lies the City
how do you know
Beneath the water
fish swim free
the heron's eye.
The wood lies
the sea turns over
my stomach rumbles
perfection
possibility of perfection
up blind alleys
just across the street
around next corner
no luck in the draw
not flesh of good fortune
these are anemic
manifestations in grey scale
compared to inimitability
no mistakes
no guesses
perfection is just that
brilliant white
richest black
no shades of ashen wont
it's there! -- take it!
before it just disappears.
vcp
7 December 2010
Take me on the wire tonight
And spin me on the worlds delight
Once we were but now we’re not
My blood clots in a sailors knot
So take me to the end of the world
And watch me blur in a brilliant swirl
I was lost in the night
I was lost in the night
Take me to the place where I lied
And put me in the spot light
Let me fix all I broke
Your hearts walls and my slit throat
So take me to where I can’t hide
And make my heart confide
I was lost in the night
I was lost in the night
science, religion and God
we all are entitled to our views,
though evolution,
as a part of science can't be overruled,
it is as much essential
to keep integrated
and
as human beings,
we all can't do away
with God
nor Religion
nor do I want to be isolated
I respect all religions equally,
so no one can call me
an atheist nor irreligious,
nor only scientific
a juggler of
science and religion
perhaps I may be
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