Category: Short Poems

WE ARE THE MUSICAL WHIZZKIDS, CEREBRAL MISFITS
WE ARE THE SHAPERS OF WORLDS, THE DREAMERS OF DREAMS
LOST, FORLORN, GATHERED TOGETHER, FOREVER IT SEEMS

Approaching Sark
Misty horizon
Island receding
Floating in fog.

NOBS DECEPTION RUE
DOWNWIND JOHN SON OF CONNAUGHT
SINK THE SENTENCE.
C.N.D. EXPENSES
COSTLY CONFERENCE
ILLEGAL PRESS-GANG.

OUT IN THE WASTELAND
I MET WITH AN “ALIEN ITEM”.
“FEED ME!” IT SAID.
“SO GIVE ME A REASON,” I SAID,
AND KICKED THE WRETCHED THING.

Arise to see the light behind your eyes
It never dies, nor penetrates the lies
Which pervade people’s minds
They dive in droves by the scores of hundreds

Because of this war
Due to this morality
The reason is this nation
Falling under the prophetic star

A circle of light
A table of feasting
Noble hounds lay at our feet
I looked and you did not turn your gaze away

Psychological disTRACTion
Inner mind desTRUCtion
Higher Soul MYSTification
Can man invert art deRANGEment

Waking up before sunrise
My body is not yet born
Is inhabited by dreams
Yet to be fulfilled

Come to centre and extent
Sounds surround decentralised context
Patterns, images interwoven
Forms, sense, focus and intent

Love: a cold hard sky gnashes its teeth on the mountains
Love: A burn the colour of dull lead
Love: The last bird cries lonely on the moor

Love: a cold hard sky gnashes its teeth on the mountains
Love: A burn the colour of dull lead
Love: The last bird cries lonely on the moor

Why was the sense
Extracted from innocence?
Life’s purity bottled-up
And sold for a song
Since ages gone

Nowhere, but in the body’s every filament
Everywhere, except where the seagull’s eye flickers
Somewhere, but where are the keen cries of the eagle?

Came through a dark moon over discarded hills
Away from the swamp-vapours multiplying ills
Silent fears in the night and ghostly chill

I see night and “Cars rule”. In front, behind, to the left and right As I roll along to my destination Through the night.

THE WHITE PATH TROD
WHOSE STEPS LEF FROM HELL
THERE AND BACK AGAIN
NOW SEEK THOU THE SACRED WELL

Is the Tree of Life dying?
Is the river’s rush drying?
Is the hunted man crying?
NO! The Tree of Life is thriving!

The only race is the one
To regain re-unification
To become, humankind, one race
In the eye of God’s perception

You made my life shine
Re-kindled passion I thought was blunted
I think you understand me
I’m not really that complicated
I wonted, was baited, fated then sated

There was an old lady
She had a black kettle
She went in the garden

You don’t say what you think
You don’t think much anyway
You lie and flatter

We looked out over the glistening plain
Heard the sound of a sparrow’s footfall
We knew we would not pass by here again

Forgive me
If, after years of dull insensibility
I begin to feel again
Forgive me
If, after decades of painless oblivion
I begin to feel emotions again

Economic acceleration
Hyperbolic curve of need’s greed
Plotted Course or indecision