poetry from the antarctic

2012-01-02T15:21:00.003Z

The Moon lay on its back
as if the rushes of love had
exhausted all patience.

Rumours of death slipped
unnoticed from the lips
of children, while Erebus
danced from one slaughtered
family to the next.

2011-10-22T11:12:00.002+01:00

There’s a war coming but not like the last
The pigeons are painted like doves for a laugh
Everyone’s frightened but nobody cares
The zealots are moving, they’re marching in pairs

They’re marching for freedom, marching for fun
Marching their boots to the ruin of a drum
Marching to motivate, marching in rhyme
And the whole damned world is marching in time

There’s a war coming just over the hill
It’s almost upon us, but lies very still

2011-07-22T15:35:00.002+01:00

Nostradamus made a subtle
Declaration, no rebuttal
Terror from the infant mewling
Danger from a different schooling
Watchmen rattled, with a yearning
From the book, denied the learning
Ages gone in tangled armour
Crosses on a rotten banner
Hail to thee, Mohammad’s calling
To the evil empire, falling
From its place of latent vigour
Points the gun then pulls the trigger

2011-03-29T15:25:00.001+01:00

Dickens was dead: to begin with.
And social necessity rotted
in the neighbouring plot.

Poets’ corner was best ways
more crowded, yet no candle
burned, or heart held vigil.

2011-02-04T19:42:00.002Z

it’s a pain in the chest
but ignorance cures all

eventually the mind
wanders, and dwells

on less significant
mortalities

like the gun she carries
for sentimental
reasons

minus one shoot
when she's stroking
me home

2010-10-01T16:34:00.001+01:00

Chopsticks with de Sade

It's not that I am cold to you,
Or take back what I told to you.
It's merely as an afterthought
That I should practice what you taught.

And though I am a gentle guy,
With baleful, but expressive eyes
Profound beyond your mortal skin,
Dumbfounded by your saccharin.

But here's a poem just for you,
Though not the one I wrote for you,
Intended as an anecdote
With clever lines for us to quote.

It's bouncy in a secret way,
Concealing what I want to say,
So clasp it tender to your heart
And then cut out the perfect part.

Forgive me when I'm cold to you
And forsake what I told to you.
It's simply as an afterthought
That I should bury, what you taught.

2010-09-25T15:58:00.001+01:00

Go tell my Grandfather
That nothing was won
No freedoms held
The fascists have
Disembarked
And we are
All Jews
Again

2010-09-11T15:32:00.001+01:00

My love, see the sky
Boil grey, and the ocean roll
As the wind breathes lust
From the west

Yet we spread, black tipped
Like angel fingers
To caress
To caress

2010-07-21T19:55:00.001+01:00

Perhaps the phrasing of the lie
Was not the full extent
Of where the circumstances led
Where purity was sent

But cast an eye of perfect scorn
Your scrutiny entwined
In reams of everlasting love
And poetry unsigned

It’s not the art of sanity
Transgressed upon my part
But merely sensibility
Refusing to take heart

And if I’ve used this line before
Forgive an old cliché
That drips soft from my silver tongue
Unhidden but betrayed

So ask the critics as they fall
Upon my book of lies
Which deeds of mediocrity
Did each verse plagiarise

Yet if I stand accused of hope
I’ll solemnly declare
That truth was always spoken of
With no poetic flair

2010-07-18T12:16:00.002+01:00

In doggerel or clichéd trite
I formed the catalyst
That wormed its slinky silver tongue
Between the lips you pressed
Upon the rose that only blooms
When Venus fills the air
With seeds of latent wanting that
We scatter everywhere

2010-07-08T16:53:00.002+01:00

my culture slipped
as we walked down
fish lane, past girls
with the short skirts
and Hellenic sandals

pasithea sang from
doorways, offending
those who had already
given of the brightness
and now felt pale from
want and wishing

street cafes bustled
then cups shattered
as coffee beans
were ground
into one last
cappuccino

then just in time
I stepped back
into character

2010-06-28T19:14:00.004+01:00

poets may gather
at graves
whence sprung

rhythms
of baroque
tonality

testing patterns
that flow
then break
like waves
of emotion

scoured
by eons
of negatively
charged dust

it goes

2010-06-13T19:31:00.002+01:00

My Nightingale lay naked as
Her tongue fell out of tune
Bereft of less simplicity
She’d foraged from the moon
That shone its tainted cherry light
With nothing more to show
But invitations to my bird
For silence down below

2010-05-31T19:52:00.000+01:00

I painted
you from
perspectives
that defied
definition,
as you
lay poised
for posterity

2010-04-30T21:26:00.002+01:00

Scatter my ashes
when ravens decree
that time is an oracle
perched on a tree
whose branches will fester
one warm afternoon
so praised by the sun
but denied by the moon

2010-04-08T02:28:00.001+01:00

They want my precious metal for
For an effigy that’s planned
To stand upon a burning hill
Then name it as a brand
For every fear that’s packaged up
And labelled as control
To bless the population with
The freedoms that they sold

2010-04-05T20:30:00.002+01:00

Once I’m in control
The non-smokers
Will be sent to
Huddle listlessly
With the harlots
And drug dealers
In urine soaked
Doorways, while
I light my Cuban
Cigar and puff
Away my life

2010-04-03T22:51:00.001+01:00

It's not
that I
don't
believe
in G-d
I've just
not got
round to
renewing
My subscription

2010-03-30T19:49:00.002+01:00

darkness
waits
the
trap
sprung

silence
slips
softly
between
tongues

2010-03-30T03:05:00.003+01:00

Caution –Contains hot liquid

Down at the park
God tossed big sticks
to his favourite dogs

picking mushrooms
to boil in a tasty goulash
he invited me for supper

I had no appetite then
but wished him
bon appetit
as I sipped
a takeaway
Latte

2010-03-28T20:43:00.001+01:00

Husband doing chores wearing his wife’s negligee

Extolling the virtues of a cynical disposition, he reclines
in his righteous dependency. Not for him the stoic indifference
of the TV judge, or the sheep like bleating from the
sporting spouse, each despised with equal smugness.

As it was or is, so shall it always be.

So they cancelled the old time dancing on account of
the weather, but Johnny Cash was playing on the radio,
which suits him fine. It’s his age though, he never used
to get these social malfunctions until they killed Saturday
night, and half buried the body so the memory would linger.

Rainy days and workdays always get me down.

His Father said as much during disagreeable lectures.
But he’s gone now, except for every morning when he
winks from the bathroom mirror. He knew all along
the old sod, but never gave the slightest warning of the
troubles to come, damn them all to hell.

The more things change the more they’ll stay the same, or not.

So he sighs, and tries to embrace what must come to pass.
But it’s all weird, political correctness gone rogue and hunted
down like a rabid bunny, what’s up doc! Now time coshes
with the blunt reminder of the tasks at hand, as he takes to
his chores wearing his wife’s negligee.

2010-03-19T21:51:00.001Z

Six hundred savage defeatists
Brought about a slight change
In national morality

Gone, all the bee bop
Rogues who once stood
On every parallel corner
Twirling sweaty bandanas
Round fat pig greased fingers

Banished, all the subversive
Swingers, who terminally
Undecided, rocked the boat
One beat time too often,
And floundered with
A cheery wave ta ta

2010-03-15T13:36:00.002Z

the more
I write
the less
I become

words slip
unrefined
from frail
imagination
flowers unfurl
to be molested
for literary beauty

and lovers caress
for the pleasure
of a dirty old
poet

2010-03-14T20:24:00.002Z

Snowman

See the snow, how it falls like confetti
On a union of concrete and frost
And it sits like a sheet of obsession
With the comfort that comes from remorse

But the snowman you built to remind you
Holds a grin that he carries with pride
And the pipe that you gave him to ponder
Was the gun that you held at his side

So you garnished his coat with some buttons
That you bought from a charity store
And you fastened each one with a warning
How there never could be anymore

Now your snowman stands solid and silent
As he patiently waits for the thaw
That will come in the times of pretension
For he’s only a snowman, that’s all

2010-03-10T20:09:00.002Z

Pass this tongue-to-tongue

I have escaped
persecution
for my contempt

oppression
for my indifference

intolerance
for my indecision

and betrayal for my
Indulgences

2010-03-10T19:35:00.001Z

Gather in the Lilies white
Before they fall like snow
Upon the frosted rendezvous
We tainted long ago
Before our breath began to freeze
This promise in the air
That winter’s lonely shawl be cast
Some miles away from here

2010-01-17T21:29:00.002Z

This Thing

There’s no victim of fashion
That wants to keep warm
By the fires of penance
Put out by the storm

As it blew from the mountains
Rolled in from the east
And became the great engine
That swallowed the beast

Yet the heart that it powered
Knew only to well
Of the secrets it wanted
But never would tell

To the fury that wallowed
In certain disdain
Of the love of its savior
It never could chain

And the love that they plundered
The critic’s delight
Was a star that was polished
To glow every night

Now the star that we follow
Is screwed to the line
So they know we can follow
It, time after time

2010-01-06T15:21:00.001Z

One momentary lapse of precision

Reclaim something, something solid
Something that meant little
But was attractive for all its
Demure presence

Then breathe it, wash in its unimportance
But most of all treasure
It, protect and then deny it
Because it is a provocative

Thing, yet a tangible intangibility

2009-11-30T21:52:00.000Z

Neverland

One hundred feet of sky

darkly sprites shimmer,
not above,
but beneath leaden feet.
Come, they murmur, seek
rest in our murk.

I don’t know why they flew

with hands clasped
like Wendy and the boys.
They claim Neverland
rewards pirates, and
encourages malcontents
to feed on crocodiles,
tic toc.

But they’re gone now

fleet as the wind,
and just as predictable.
Tinkerbelle said,
I don’t know why they flew,
Peter says there’s to be an
INVESTIGATION.

2009-05-31T10:15:00.000+01:00

The beast begins

not in conscious mind…the intangible cut
that niggling welt of red

nor in the walking world…yet stalks darkly
past peripheral sanity loosed on tender meandering

mastering gentle slashing…strokes

2009-05-25T12:17:00.000+01:00

The last woman I loved

So let this miracle
become your name
in keeping with my
litany of light

With prayer I will
slavishly confess
to all the little things
that I kept quiet

As quiet as my tongue
upon your tongue
let silence make its
maudlin request

of eyes that form
a question in the air
to promises that
I could love you less

2009-05-25T12:16:00.000+01:00

Morning Song

And did you scent the
blossom on the breeze
that gently touched
the soil as you passed by

though gathered here for
love, I give you these
as proof that everything
we have will die

So take this token
now, I give to thee
for time she intimates
when we should part

and never will a
gesture offered free
become the loss that
craved a broken heart

2009-04-20T03:27:00.002+01:00

Lucrezia, Lucrezia
I have no more time,
for writing these verses
lost years past their prime.
The pledges I sent you
they traveled one way,
first glances...forgotten,
by Borgia’s at play.

2009-03-31T16:33:00.002+01:00

2009-03-30T20:08:00.000+01:00

Principles of uncertain origin

Now the body of love was found dying
Of a wound that I wrote on her back
From a text that was not illustrated
With instructions not printed in black

But my plea of puerile was accepted
And the statement was carefully read
To the jury who solemnly listened
But insisted on Coleridge instead

So they sent me away in my shackles
With a note I could never appeal
Of a sentence I hardly could finish
And a verse that should never reveal

Still I work at my only redemption
Adding stresses each time that I pray
To the Angels who ponder my ravings
That I scratch on these walls every day

2009-03-30T20:06:00.001+01:00

Sonnet in blue #8

If destiny should ever be as fair
And gentle as your touch upon the skin,
That wakes a man from slumber and regret
Of love that was reluctant to begin.

Then purify the future with a kiss
Upon the lips that whisper mystery,
Of truths we left abandoned in the past,
Consigned with all that’s gone to history.

So lay your head upon this dream of white,
And rest a little while in beggar’s arms.
Then I shall weight my sorrow on your breasts,
And tie it up with ribbons and with charms.

First one with lace, and then the next with gold,
That’s woven softly through the next lie told.

2008-12-31T23:44:00.002Z

Pondering my epiphanies,
brings an overwhelming
self congratulatory

sensation, equaled only by the
certainty of their falsehoods.
Gods do not speak to me,

but merrily nudge me in the
ribs, and wink three times.
Ah, but this is my afternoon

muse, bright and airy.
Those forced out at night
are so much darker.

2008-10-18T22:14:00.000+01:00

As the god of the lottery grabbed for the reigns

As the god of the lottery grabbed for the reigns

With the devil behind him, he reached once again

For the strength and the longing to pull in his mare

Then he grinds to a halt, but the devils still there

Now the god he was slippery, careful but wise

And he sang everyday in a clever disguise

O he sang of the sea, and he sang to the air

And he sang of his loss without seeming to care

Still the god of the lottery clung to the reigns

With the devil still chasing, and doing the same

So they ride for the morning, they ride to the night

And they ride for the chasm with manic delight

Now the god he was gifted with finesse and skill

And he danced everyday at the top of his hill

O he danced for the girl with the Spanish guitar

With a promise of love that would never go far

But the god of the lottery clings to the reigns

As he chases his devil across endless plains

So they ride for the desert, they ride for the sea

And they ride for the thunder that’s eternity

2008-05-07T21:22:00.002+01:00

Zeus Impending

Four letter words
bloom like petals
of invitation,
opening a seed
that denies nothing.

Yet I fear my
imagination,
as it takes hold
our stresses,
once more
puncturing
that rose of
delicate perfection.

Whisper sweet though,

remember time is short,
but intense with forever.

2008-05-07T20:29:00.001+01:00

Taking Liberties With Methuselah

I flogged my pen across the page
In search of something true
But all the words I plagiarized
Were written just for you

I used a clever metaphor
So cunningly disguised
As songs to praise the deep blue sea
That really meant your eyes

I wrote about the sands of time
Yet kept the meaning terse
And gambled that you’d understand
My need beneath this verse

2008-01-28T12:51:00.001Z

One Hundred And Sixty Syllables

Gather the roses I plucked from your sin
Careful the thorns that will bloody your skin
Place them in vases with water and wine
Tie them with beauty and feed them with time

Forsake the words that were highlighted red
Erase forever that stain on our bed
True that I held you in passion and pain
Sure of the sweat that would follow again

Empty the vials where we brewed up the dark
Grind up the glass so it won’t leave a mark
Scrub all the floors where the evidence lay
No one will know that we left it that way

Ponder the needs of the next who will come
Line up his heart in the sights of your gun
Write it all up in your poetry book
Just like they taught in the classes you took

2007-12-24T21:28:00.002Z

This Broken Sonnet

If just one single teardrop here must fall
To drown these feelings formerly denied
And taken with the salt to pass it all
Onto the very rose that we despised

Yet roses are averse to stay in bloom
Whenever subtle winter calls your name
And standing with his hands inside your gown
He’ll find no warmth to feed on, just more pain

But thoughts of pain were never far behind
We’d only propagate this love to win
I’d heard an old cliché that, love was blind
And had to hang a lantern on that sin

Yet sin is just the reason we must hide

From all those broken sonnets strung outside

2007-12-04T16:01:00.000Z

Remembrance

Now we carry you home nameless soldier
From those red fields you ploughed long ago
And the flowers we gathered to give you
Were all plucked from a blanket of snow

Did you march with the promise of glory?
Through a countryside tainted with shame
Then you climbed on the back of the donkeys
Who refused to remember your name

But the poems you sent they destroyed us
Though we savoured each line for the pain
Then we locked them away from our children
And we never revealed them again

So we built you a tower of honour
Which you climbed with your gun on your back
Then you rolled up the flag of surrender
And prepared for another attack

Now you stand with your face to the heavens
As we stand with our backs to the sea
And your rifle is loaded and ready
Then is handed to someone like me

This Transient Thought

2007-11-10T21:22:00.001Z

We are all born smiling,

you said. But images

of toothless men-

babies, did not ring true

for me. Because I remember

the tears from the struggle

against freedom, and the

certain pain that would

surely follow.

Yet I am now overwhelmed

to give it voice.

Then why do it?

you ask. To hide

the truth my friend.

Who would think to

search these ramblings

for real meaning, but

find anything other

than a good idea,

on a cold winters night….

written by a man

of few words, with an

awful lot to say.

2007-10-15T20:18:00.000+01:00

Desperate For The Impostor

From carving reckless follies in the night
I stretch a bitter hand so you will know
My heart is dull and failing in the light
As fire in your breast no longer glows

I stole a pot of honey from your room
In jealousy I smeared it on the walls
I prayed you’d never catch me in the gloom
Especially when spite and anger calls

Positioning myself outside you head
I'm constantly reminded of our time
Remembering those roses on your bed
And how I waited patiently in line

So now my dear I hold a scarlet cure
Some little pills to swallow one by one
But so convinced your bleakest heart was pure
My love provided bullets for your gun

Now let me take a lifetime to adjust
To all the gifts you laid down by my side
And as I gently veil them in my dust
I bravely cross the line that you provide

2007-08-26T12:35:00.000+01:00

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2007-08-07T15:50:00.000+01:00

In Between Nowhere

Collecting driftwood from the shore
She carves in words with care
Then asking where her thoughts came from
There in between nowhere

She stole my heart five thousand times
Accomplished with great flair
And every song and poem sprang
From in between nowhere

Then when at last my aching heart
And soul no longer care
I read aloud her words of love
From in between nowhere

I'll tie some chain around this heart
So no one else will dare
Remove it from my resting place
Lost in between nowhere

For Carol Lynn & Leonard
Leonard for the inspiration to write,
Carol Lynn for the inspiration to try and do it properly

2007-08-03T15:47:00.000+01:00

All That We Are is a Broken Promise

Let me bury all my sorrow
Collected through the years
Then lay atop a wreath of words
That sounded insincere

Next take away my pen and ink
And cast them to the sea
But as the moon commands the tides
Lies flow on back to me

Now dismantle all my weapons
But leave this soldiers gun
To keep away the hounds of truth
Surrounding everyone

Ah but if my war is over
I'm not afraid to cry
That the harlots and the valiant
Must give love one more try

2007-08-03T14:46:00.000+01:00

Aphrodite Gives The Game Away

Shall I love you
with the passion
of a martyr?
Becoming
lost in the
futility of the
moment.

Or should I
at least resort
to the excuse
of a coward?

Confessing,
behold,
I am but a man

2007-08-03T13:38:00.000+01:00

His Ambiguous Writings on Love

I knew a poet,
who used obscure
metaphor, to justify
untruths about those
he loved.
But as time passed,
each lie was taken
daily, and used to
prop up the illusion
of his invincibility.

I have become superman,
he would declare.
Yet was concerned
his new found
redemption, would
one day be denied him.

So he took to falling
in love, all over again.
Analising each experience,
in a scientific study of self
denial. Then one by one
documented the disasters
that would follow.

But at last, when each tale
became the essence of
his existence, he recited
them all back to his victims,
and the whole thing would
start over again.

2007-06-22T15:54:00.000+01:00

Where The Silent Ones Sleep

A Poem By Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas & Jim Murphy

The grave where every stranger rests
There lies an echoed soul
Beneath the wilted flower beds
They sleep where truths are whole

Oh friend please come and walk with me
And hear of all they tell
The lessons learned from lives before
Where fossil bodies dwell

You see the stones engraved with pain?
But markings never speak
About the loves who came and went
Those hearts that never sleep

And if you see a pulse sometimes
A swelling in the ground
That undulates and permeates
The silence all around

Then let us knell before each plot
Our ears pressed to the soil
And eavesdrop on the lives that were
Attached to mortal coil

I hear the crying of a girl
Who died while giving birth
The hour set upon the stone
Departure from the Earth

But when I take a closer look
The name inscribed is worn
Though I can see the time she died
Was right when I was born

So now I'll listen carefully
As if afraid to pry
To hear the soldier calling me
Who was prepared to die

From bunker hill to valley forge
We always fought with pride
But heed these words I tell you son
Use freedom as your guide

And as I pause to read his name
So plain for all to see
It was the very same one that
My father gave to me

Be still to all who feel the wind
It stirs the restless black
Wild horses gallop in the night
To bring each rider back

One by one, ten thousand more
And with each final breath
Anothers born, another dies
As birth begins with death

Now when at last we turn our backs
On souls who were so dear
Whose voices keep on calling us
And beg us to stay near

But hand in hand we walk away
To plan a life that's true
Yet always carry memories
Of hearts that we once knew

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2007-05-03T19:22:00.002+01:00

Observations From The Barber Shop

So we brokered no thoughts of desertion
When the prophets confessed to their fraud
And the sinners who watched from the dance floor
Demanded their share of our God

How I loved you forever and ever
As I sang the song Sweet Adeline
So we waltzed to a tune that was silent
But our steps could not keep the time

Ah we danced to a jig that was broken
As the candle burned low in the night
From the wax of each candle we moulded
An effigy golden and bright

Then the effigy stood on a bar stool
And recited the mantra of pain
Then to all of the fools who would listen
It recited her mantra again

Now our feet they are bloody and swollen
As the music continues to play
We have danced every year of forever
We have danced for not even a day

Now I bid you fare well for the evening
As the partners continue to change
And they play Adeline everlasting
Before turning over the page

2007-04-23T14:30:00.000+01:00

Things To Do When We Sleep

Ten thousand
words fell to
earth,
blazing like
sun's.

Each carried
a prophetic
vision,
that scorched
my conscious,
and remained
late into the day.

Then I became
the little Buddha,
sitting without
distraction,
my perversions
unbridled,
my demands
exacting,
my thoughts...

Controlled?

2007-02-26T15:19:00.000Z

Resurgence

You told me I was
always at my
best in the
dead of
night.
Words
that were
profound
with musical
accompaniment
made us weep.

Oh how you tested me
with questions on
sincerity, until
with relief,
dawn broke,
and we slept off
the intensity of our
sexual reassurance.

2007-02-25T17:36:00.000Z

Thoughts On Love, And Other Things

So he picks up his marker
To highlight the line
That all men are holy
All women divine

But the thoughts that he'd written
Where tainted with pain
He tried to ignore them
They followed again

So he chained up his longings
And no one could find
The power to read them
From deep in his mind

Now he's watched from the window
As birds disappear
Another wrong season
Another bad year

But through every long winter
He fashions his tools
To paint out of darkness
And write about fools

2007-02-20T15:43:00.000Z

We All Should Be So Cursed

As weak as any man I call

to you night demon,

and beg for torment

that must only last forever.

But I have seen you with Samael,

and know you will never be faithful

to only one ideal.

You who carry no original sin

will eat out the sinner,

like a vampire,

lusting for the sons of light

from Babylon to Israel

and beyond.

Ah, but I have heard

you know his name,

and are forever cursed

to lay down you children

for your pride.

No wonder you rage

daughter of Hecate,

creation of Hera,

lover from Adam to Gilgamesh.

But I know you only as

lovely Lilith,

looking for a place to rest.

2007-02-12T20:28:00.000Z

Right then, all you budding poets and writers.
If you would like to have a try at getting some of your work published follow my links section to,
http://poetrypages4u.com
and the rest will be explained. Go on you know you want to.

2007-01-30T16:11:00.000Z

The Things I Mislaid

I found my understanding
on the Internet, but avoided
the fashion Buddhists, when
the sent out for vegetarian
lasagna, while meditating
with knees knotted to remind
them of their piety.

I found darkness
in a bitter old well, where I would
visit frequently to draw from
it's purity, and wallow in the
self satisfaction of my own
sacrifices.

I found my wisdom
in a copy of readers digest,
while waiting to see how many
points I had scored,
and if suicide was still not
an option.

I found my strength of character
where it had always been.

2007-01-30T16:08:00.000Z

I would like to introduce my friend and fellow poet Myst,
and if you go to my links section you are certainly in for a treat.

2007-01-13T19:35:00.000Z

Leonard Said

Leonard said,
I am content,
is this the end
of my life in art.

can happiness
hinder articulation?
light heart
overcome
dark dreaming.

I sleep
at your breast,
like a child
walled up
from pain.

But alas Janis
you must leave,
again
and
again
and
again

2007-01-01T16:35:00.000Z

One Legged Man

One legged man,
himself confined,
swore with profound eloquence,
his mind understated.

Yet language not withstanding
our lady's feelings,
locked in concise English,
was all he said on the subject.

2007-01-01T16:00:00.000Z

Do Not Worry, Just For Today

So we bled the unknown soldier
For the ones who knew the score
But the barrels of our weapons
Held no flowers anymore

Then the souls that we abandoned
Called for mercy from the dark
So we marched to their salvation
With our pipe band in the park

Yet the mothers stood forsaken
As the children walked away
Though they yearned for our protection
We had nothing left to say

For although we came as prophets
Of the unborn and the mild
Are we also called to stand by?
Every lost and unknown child

2006-12-12T14:56:00.000Z

Found In A Humidor

A Poem By Carol Lynn & Jim

And so I write to you, my love,
unspoken thoughts that plague my brain,
while others wait for evening dreams,
spinning to restful places,
back and forth to heaven,
I dance with fear of losing you...
long past days of worry, far into madness,
pacing the floor of the ocean counting steps between.
Breathing no air, unable to swim,
an anchor less ship, with arduous task
of camouflage, never revealing
my whole self to anyone.

Though I write, I may never send,
shall I burn these words as prayer
to indifferent gods, maybe flame will light
these corridors of endless uncertainty,
then become the eternal torch that
burdens this desperate soul.
But I will carry this beacon on high,
and though you are distance,
my light may guide you back.

It's here I'll wait for you, my love,
hallowed hours spent praying you'll return.
I'm only palsied marrow now,
all that's left gone dead and numb.
Should I try the unfathomable,
divulging this inner truth, hoping for
emancipation, freeing all that lies within,
what may come of that?
Should I kneel and weep, professing
I am nothing without you, while you stand
akimbo, amused by my devotion.

Is this waiting a futile thing,
my arousal a fools game,
lonely among millions to chose from,
yet none measure to your ideal.
Forgive me if this is unseemly,
but my platitudes are a desperate ploy,
a last ditch volley of shock and awe,
a strategy for your surrender,
a treatise for your consideration,
a white flag, if all else fails.

2006-11-26T12:22:00.000Z

Jeanne d'Arc

Then morning came as answer

Called to my lady's prayer

Yet night time had devoured

Our maiden sweet and fair

It's true I always craved her

Though never would I tell

The many who had loved her

The many who had fell

Her battle cry we followed

Great banner flying high

Heaven wept and angels sang

As she gazed at the sky

But fortune was arrested

Lancaster brought her down

Staked a claim for blasphemy

Then staked unholy ground

A flame can never purify

Or smoke and ash obscure

This heroine so perfect

This child who was so pure

But now her war is over

She never can come back

But I'll keep fighting for her

Oh my love, Jeanne d'Arc

2006-11-19T20:37:00.000Z

We Try, My Love

I played you some music,
but the tone was downbeat and devastating,
you laughed,
and claimed it suited my melancholy nature.

I cooked you some dinner,
but the feast was drab and pointless,
you flinched,
and told me it was an acquired taste,

I read you some poetry,
but the theme became lost and confused,
you wept,
and lied that the words were beautiful.

2006-11-14T17:28:00.000Z

Alone But Never Lonely

My tree fell near your house,
you were...Cold
so you butchered it for fuel.
But that old tree and I had seen so much,
I had nursed it through the empty winter
I had counted the leafs on its bare branches
I knew the texture of its rotten bark
I was aware of its suffering
I am glad it comforts you now
I am happy your toes are warm
I am delighted your toasting fork has a purpose

2006-11-06T13:55:00.000Z

How Long Shall I kneel, On Your Eggshell Floor

How long shall I kneel, on your eggshell floor?
Will I stay here head bowed?
Afraid to ask you to stay
Afraid to ask you to go
Waiting for you to decide
Waiting for your just sentence
Asking for your unjust sentence
Asking for mercy
Begging for nothing
Begging for something
Wanting to love you
Wanting to hate you
Needing to hold you
Needing to let go
Desperate to say so
Desperate to say no
How long shall I kneel, on your eggshell floor?

2006-10-17T16:48:00.000+01:00

Envelope Worker Seals His Own Fate!

Envelope worker seals his own fate!
I smiled at the non intended pun,
but not the dire consequences
the envelope worker had found himself in.
I suppose he had only himself to blame,
as I have blamed myself over again.

The bus driver grinned, and proudly declared
your my only passenger today.
It's your attitude,
I have observed people prefer a kindly nature.
My shopkeeper is kindly,
and enquires at my health
as he hands over my favorite brand
of smoking kills.

I leave the driver to consider my advice,
and continue to ignore my journey.
I turn to the next headline.
Fishermen win lottery and push out the boat!

2006-10-12T20:31:00.000+01:00

If I Never See You Again

If I never see you again
The sun will still shine
Only to burn me
Rivers will still flow
Only to drown in
Birds will still sing
But carry no tune
Angels will still speak your name
But fall on deaf ears
Music will still be composed
To be played badly
Verse will still be written
But carry no rhyme
Dawn will still break
To my broken heart
If I never see you again

2006-09-21T19:48:00.000+01:00

Torquemada Lay Down Your Burning Effigy

Torquemada, lay down your burning effigy lest you scorch the Earth.

Quell your fanatical enthusiasm for shaking your fist, and proclaiming-

repent, you are all off Gods Christmas list.

Torquemada, release the poets and the artists to their work.

Or rip out eloquent tongues, and chop off long fingered hands,

and let them be silent monks.

Torquemada, will you forgo the new inquisition, so that you may-

stamp out the insecurities of faith, with courage, passion and hope.

Or issue you proclamation of waste.

I used Poor old Torquemada as an analogy to make my point.

What I'm trying to say here is that faith, no matter your believe should be rock solid.

No matter what people say about your religion, it is only ever said through lack of knowledge.

But asking question of faith can only serve to strengthen it.

2006-09-17T15:16:00.000+01:00

I Always Thought Your Eye Were Lovely

I always thought your eyes were lovely.
Such a well of secrets, you never truly revealed to me.
Oh how much depth they hold, I could sink forever-
but never want to return to gulp sweet air.
Ah such despair is mine that I am not yours.

I always thought your smile was lovely.
Lips parted that question ready, but never asked of me.
Those lips I have never kissed, I know are gentle,
but sent to torment me, every time they say-
my love, you are never mine.

I always thought your hands were lovely.
So warm to hold, gentle would be their caress.
Nails polished to perfection, finger tip to tip,
but willing to rip, this heart from its home.
But for your part, unready and alone.

2006-09-10T19:38:00.000+01:00

The Diggers Song

I stood upon a moonlit glade-
on my shoulder rests a spade,
is the the spot where love was laid?

I stoop to dig my muscles ache-
how long must this digging take,
as long as will for my loves sake.

And when at last my efforts done-
my sweat burned of by morning sun,
there lies exposed my holy one.

2006-09-10T19:22:00.000+01:00

Do You Sleep

Do you sleep? My lord asked me,

for your eyes they must be closed.

Or do you see what pleases thee?

That was the question posed.

My lord I cherish everything-

upon the Earth that moves.

From the smallest of all creatures,

to the beasts that walk on hooves.

Then what of man, who is your kin-

in every thought and deed.

All brothers and all sisters,

prey do you feel their need?

Lord, are they not unworthy?

As they murder lust and steel.

Then trample nations unto dust-

if they refuse to kneel.

Once I was Gautama,

a prince in my own land.

And I used to sit in wonder-

of the pleasures that where planed.

One day there came four messengers-

who refused to be ignored.

And each then took it in his turn-

to show me life and more.

Do you sleep? The four asked me,

for your eyes they must be closed.

Or do you see what pleases thee?

That was the question posed.

2006-09-02T22:12:00.000+01:00

You Call Again My frequent Friend

You call again my frequent friend
So very eager to report
Picking at the bones of my lost love
Licking the wounds of my old hurt

Lets sit together and speak of mystery
And the songs we never sang
Weeping our old mans lament
For the bells that never rang

Lets sip our chocolate latte
Before we say farewell
And I'll make to you my secret smile
That only you can tell

And shall we meet again tomorrow
For I've nothing else to do
We can walk through endless memories
And talk of nothing new

2006-08-28T20:28:00.000+01:00

Can You See Where The Hills Sleep

Can you see where the hills sleep
Undisturbed by your concerns
Gentle and rolling
Forever changing in their turn

And you my friend so tense
Angry and frustrated in your life
Look at the hills and weep
With the eyes that blind you twice

And can you feel the breeze
Soft as any lovers touch
But invisible to all outside
And to you who care to much

Oh can you hear the ocean
Weeping for her lost brothers
Never ending always moving
Are you moved by any other?

2006-08-22T15:37:00.000+01:00

Softly Falls The Dust

Softly falls the dust again
And I know where I must go
It's happened all those times before
In a place I used to know

I made you say a promise
That I knew you'd never keep
But if promises are made to last
They'll last a lonely week

I made you swear to love me
But its true you never could
You said it was my sacred oath
That I never understood

So you fashioned me a burden
That I carry to this day
Ah but burdens are for bearing
And its bearing me away

2006-08-20T00:22:00.000+01:00

Dream

My nights and days are incomplete
So where's the big surprise
I find the stranger become sleep
For all I see is just her eyes

2006-08-19T21:46:00.000+01:00

You have to keep an eye on these two

2006-08-14T20:19:00.000+01:00

Martha Said

Martha said that I could Love her
It was spoken from the heart
And in that misty moment
I was sure this was the start

We walked the road to Heaven
Where I kissed her stocking feet
Prey don't tarry there my love
For my lips they are so sweet

But my love I am a sinner
Yes but sinner come inside
And fall into my soft embrace
for my heart is open wide

So I spent the night in heaven
And I cherished her so true
Then when at last I said farewell
I whispered Martha I love you

2006-08-10T18:53:00.000+01:00

Went camping for the first time in many years. Unfortunately the ground was to hard and it was absolutely freezing, so we didn't sleep very well.
But I did manage to take this picture at 5am. Nice sky.

If your wondering where this is, it's Pitlochry, Perthshire, Scotland

Long Night Of Angst

2006-08-10T17:46:00.000+01:00

There’s an object of hope and despair
And it’s laughing at me from the table
But I'll fight to ignore it somehow
It’s that thought that’s keeping me stable

And I think that I know where you’ve been
But my cruel heart said he knows better
It’s a battle of wills he can win
Like the battle when you lost your sweater

And this long night of angst breaks me down
Like you broke me to your way of thinking
But this soul keeps losing ground
And it’s sinking and sinking and sinking

2006-08-06T22:07:00.000+01:00

Me and my best friend

2006-08-01T15:38:00.000+01:00

Buddha Days

Come over here and look outside my window
It’s just a metaphor for lists to follow
But we’re safe and sound inside my friend
Far away from all that’s dipped in sorrow

And if you ask me about my life that’s been
And all the Buddha days that came to pass
Then I’ll point outside just one more time
And whisper that my Buddha days wont last

Do you think it’s time to make our plans?
And step outside that misting glass
But if you and I where not so blind
Then we would see what’s coming fast

And now we look to the far horizon
And all those ships way out at sea
I think there sailing here to take us
But will our sailing make us free

I want to hold your hand forever friend
It makes me feel warm and secure
But if my Buddha days are finally over
Then was my faith so much a cure

To you.

2006-07-26T21:51:00.000+01:00

Hello, is there anybody out there?
Don’t be scared leave a comment or send an e:mail.
Go on I can take it.

2006-07-26T20:34:00.000+01:00

Went for a very very long walk here last night.
Kirkhill Forest just outside Aberdeen.
It was a very warm evening so I kind of struggled a bit.
But the flame haired one seemed to manage it fine, even Lucy was toiling at the end.

If I'm not careful this will soon become a site for four legged friends.

2006-07-26T20:20:00.000+01:00

My wife Fiona has is a very vibrant red head, so there is a clue.

Lady Of The Flame Red Hair

My lady of the flame red hair
Like a sunset bright and strong
You lead me where I long to go
Where I can do no wrong

My Lady of the flame red hair
It is love that's good and true
And no matter if you say farewell
I will always look for you

My lady of the flame red hair
Do you think now we are older
That time has left his scar on us
Or that time has left us colder

My lady of the flame red hair
We are neither young nor old
For the mark of life is on us now
And we have ourselves to hold

2006-07-18T16:14:00.000+01:00

This is Lucy, she enjoys long country walks.
Unlike Paddy, who would rather stay at home and watch a good film.

2006-07-16T19:46:00.000+01:00

I think you can make up your own mind about this one.

Old Friend

Its been so many years now
I cant believe you really tried
To put so much behind you
Of how you schemed and lied

You said you where a player
You said you had it planned
But I've seen that all before my friend
I've seen that empty hand

And now your here to tell me
That you thought I was the best
A rock and pillar to admire
But I don't think I sat that test

And the women that you courted
They where lovers good and true
But you know I really loved her
And I don't think that she loved you

And here you are again old friend
That's just how you call me
But things they change forever
And now I really see

2006-07-11T13:28:00.000+01:00

Just an angry thought

Not far from where I work there is a venerable building which is nearly 200 years old.
Since the early 1800s it was used as a soup kitchen, to feed the poor and homeless.
It is now situated between a large shopping mall and well known department store. It is maybe 20 years now since it was last used for its original purpose, and has been a Costa coffee for some time now.
It made me so angry to read in the local press, that they wanted to demolish it so that the already very large mall could become even larger.
Lets all sacrifice our history on the alter of retail consumerism.

2006-07-06T20:02:00.000+01:00

A little bit ecumenical this one.

We Are

God swore deeply
Under his breath so no one could hear
God had a thirst
So very discreetly he opened a beer
God has to be careful
No one can know that he favors so few
So God awful careful
I'm afraid that it looks like he's just me and you

2006-07-04T16:25:00.000+01:00

Felt a bit low when I did this one, doesn't really scan either so its rubbish really, but hay ho.

A Souls Lament

The gravity of the situation is very clear
But you always held me dear
There are times when I never really knew
About the times I spent with you

And when you call me is it wrong or right
Thinking of all those many nights
But I hold myself in great esteem
If only in my own eyes dream

I wake alone to find you here
the effect of love no longer clear
Maybe it's the way that we control
Maybe its just my lack of soul

But if that's so I take my leave
Another bad dream I can weave
And when you read the morning news
I hope you look for all the clues

2006-07-04T14:13:00.000+01:00

This is a story about an old space dog, who is much loved. (Above is the old Rockateer himself)

Paddy's Rocket

Paddy dreamt of a rocket
he wanted to look at the sky
So he bought some things like glue and strings
All the stuff that would make it fly

For a week and a day he labored
locked away in the garden shed
But he stopped long enough for meals and stuff
And occasionally going to bed

Then at last the big day came
And they gathered to wish him farewell
They packed him some lunch and he said thanks a bunch
I'll be back with some stories to tell

Well he flew way out in the stratosphere
He flew so far into space
But he got a sore tummy and was missing his mummy
And the tears where wet on his face

So paddy came home with his rocket
He was glad that he'd looked at the sky
But when all's said and done you cant beat your mum
No matter how hard a dog try's

On the 31st of August 2006 Paddy took his rocket for one last look at the sky.
Good luck Pads see you soon.