Enjoy the Silence

Enjoy the Silence

Over mountains, valleys and streams,

A wave of people still come.

Of their dreams they seek hope,

This way shall recover loss.

Loss of belief,

Loss of desire,

Loss of the strength to go on.

And as they rise and shine,

The silence of the mornings,

Brings them into a tranquil place.

For here, many hearts beat again.

In the quietness of the journey,

Many souls are being saved.

As blisters heal, pains endured,

The challenge now becomes mental.

Can you outlast the nagging doubts,

That boredom shall bring upon?

But as sure as sun rising again,

The spiritual man,

Will enjoy the silence.

‘Walkers of the way of St James’.

Diamonds are Forever

Diamonds are Forever

This tiny rock,

Spreading light, diffracting perfection.

These tiny words,

Spreading light, sharing our perfection.

Twenty four carat,

Dreams are made in hearts.

Twenty four carat,

Hearts are told in our dreams.

Too many cynics,

Denying the value of this rock.

Too many doubters,

Denying the power of love ways.

Trouble is friend,

These diamonds are forever.

Trouble is friend,

Who believes, words can last forever ?

Avenues

Avenues

This road is long,

Lined with trees of colour.

Colours to make you weep….

Leading far into the future,

A future of pleasing promises.

Where promises don’t come to nothing….

Broad lanes of discovery,

Leading me into a fiction.

Where everything becomes possible….

Behind only the cul-de-sac,

That shows no route of escape.

To where my spirit is free….

Watch me go now,

Come with me on this journey.

Friends, we can all be free….

Sweep it Away

Sweep it Away

This filthy mess,

A horrible, decrepit slovenly disgrace.

Lonely people dying,

Frail people crying.

Happy, sad, lost, found,

All of us are dying.

From birth it goes,

Just a matter of time.

Waiting, hoping, praying¸ slaying,

Craving better getting worse.

And for what ?

Give me a huge brush,

A world size broom.

And let me sweep it away.

Out with the old,

Discard what serves us not,

And clean out the trash,

Make room for something new…..

All part of the game

All part of the game

My thoughts become a nightmare,

As I begin to sift the depths.

What could all this be leading to,

And will the answers ever surface ?

Is my life leading me to somewhere,

From whence I came a time before ?

Or do the shadows hide only silence,

And not the fears I have held ?

The rules are all so sketchy,

As if they change with every hour.

My focus is through melting ice,

And a heart aching for salvation.

But this is all part of the game,

That everlasting challenge for truth.

My only real option, is to let go,

Give in, lose myself and go with the flow.

Poem Factory

Poem Factory

I want to be able,

For all my worth, to share.

Create a home for poetry,

Where poets breed artistic flair.

The dreams that are mine,

I would proffer to all men.

Say things that open every heart,

Turn every stranger into a friend.

For I believe I’m not unique,

And many people love to give.

Using words of every language,

That with hope we all can live.

So many willing, open souls,

We could drive the fear away.

Bring passion back to tired folk,

And giving joy through words we say.

Please help me building community,

Where we’ll never doubt the love we hold.

Building bridges over rivers so wide,

Using relationships made of solid gold.

What am I doing here ?

What am I doing here ?

As the realisations begin,

Nearly always I hold on to doubt,

About what I am doing here.

The seasons roll on bye,

Ever seeking, always bringing clues,

So why am I no clearer now ?

One might say I’m searching,

And of course it holds a truth,

Yet if so, when will come discovery ?

I’m not about to despair,

Or say I’ve not enjoyed the ride,

I only wish a new comprehension.

And when the journey’s over,

Will I know the wisdom I seek ?

Or will time have fled as well ?

Ancient Voice

Ancient Voice

Here I sit,

202 metres above the bore.

Mother Earth is calling,

Screaming, howling, thoroughly grumbling,

At our destructive behaviour.

I hear her distress,

Her labour of nurturing love.

Echoes and deep heartache,

Combining to reveal her power,

Her ancient molecular changing voice.

This tube, the gateway,

Has recovered our connection.

“Earth to man, come in humans”…..

“ Remember my love,

Receive my power, my energy.

Protecting you all the days,

your life, without reward.

Listen to my ancient voice”.

A tribute to Doug Aitken.

‘Earth sound’ @ Inhotim, M.G. Brazil.

What Lasts Forever?

What Lasts Forever?

There is no more time,

No more space, a black hole.

Void is the expanse of life,

And yet, one thing remains.

Our laughter turns to tears,

Joys once longed for turn sour.

In a day we achieve little,

And yet, one thing remains.

That wondrous sound of children,

Hysterical laughter brings a hope.

Then the clouds roll on over,

And yet, one thing remains.

A father teaching a son,

Mothers educating daughters new skills.

These blessings bring us wonder,

And yet, one thing only remains.

Friends sharing quiet times,

Family raising a Christmas toast.

A world full of new tragedies,

And yet, only one thing remains.

Lights all twinkling brightly,

We can send rockets to the moon.

Build bridges to cross huge rivers,

And yet, one thing remains.

History can be repeated,

Nothing new we really ever see.

We go on robbing earths resources,

And yet, one thing remains.

Without this we are nothing,

It is our eternal friend.

We almost forget its’ existence,

And yet love, the last thing that remains.

Us Lazy Parents

Us Lazy Parents

So who set the example,

We would hope our kids to follow ?

Are we there to spend our time,

Or do we leave them feeling hollow ?

We busy ourselves with work,

Our careers take prime position.

But the real lessons of life,

We are failing to show at all.

When we come in to silence,

Why are we surprised to find ?

Those we say we love are out,

Looking for love from strangers, anyone.

Couldn’t we make more plans ?

Take evening walks through the park.

So that we can share with our children,

The time they need, is that so hard ?

Our Lazy kids

Our Lazy kids

Dishes piled up high,

A clever balancing act sure,

Where pizza boxes decorate.

Rooms like a disgrace,

No concern for the damage,

Those expensive items have cost.

Feet on the tables,

And let me tell ya right,

Wateva, wateva, wateva….

Speaking becomes thrifty,

Why waste energy man!!

On communicating their distress.

Hey Mom I need Ben and Jerry’s,

Oh Pops give us a twenty,

Don’t you know I’m like, bored….!!

Doggy treats

Doggy Treats

This little fella,

He likes his M ‘n’ M’s.

Sitting patiently, calmly waiting.

Sorry boy, but we have,

No food to share,

Only a packet of sweets.

He begs, his art,

For he can see in our eyes,

We care and will share.

But chocolate caramelised treats,

Won’t fill his tiny belly.

What a cute little dog,

Smiling, watching, dancing even.

When I ask him to be,

Patient and await,

One more tiny sweet.

For his drooping eyes,

And his friendly companionship.

For

‘White Socks’

Paradise City

On the hottest day, in the middle of winter,

I am being drowned by beauty, nature and glory.

But it is not with any dread I tell tales,

It is with a happy heart and wonderment in my eyes.

Oh take me down to the paradise city,

Where the fields are of green, and the girls so pretty.

Upon the local square a horse grazing, shading,

And a clan of dogs run, making fun amongst themselves.

A rhythmical beat from the speakers upon an open terrace,

And a queue at the phone, beneath a Ficus wait.

Here I am in the paradise city, dreaming,

Sitting in fields so green, surrounded by girls always pretty.

What more from a life could I ever need to fulfil ?

This day so easy, so calm and when nothing else matters.

Except that you should know about how my love longs,

That we share so much more, with a world in ignorance.

Wolverine

Wolverine

It’s a weird night,

Of moonlit shadow and howling.

A cloud blows across,

Then revealing a pallid light.

Is that a dog?

I hope that it’s a dog.

Or I will be a nice meal,

For a snarling wolverine beast.

Baying like the wind,

Yet scowling like a spectre.

As my pulse soars,

And my eyes bulge out.

Now the lupine creature,

With teeth as sharp as knives,

Smiles a cunning mystery,

Then lopes away into the night.

Feeding the 5000

Feeding the 5000

As Tania and I sit,

Chatting and sharing a meal.

The dogs of Lapinha come,

Hoping for a tasty snack.

It was as if the 5000,

Had descended upon the bar.

And yet we were happy,

That we had enough to share.

We must have been a sight,

Me in my shorts and boots,

Tania in her gleaming trainers,

And our conversation in foreign tongue.

But the local canine population,

Seemed happy to joust for position.

To be close by our side,

As we gave generously our treats.

Miranda on the Wind

Miranda on the Wind

There you are,

Singing, smiling, being.

On the stream of movements above,

I feel you always circling me.

A chill you cause upon my skin,

And tears come to my eyes again.

The silence ever present,

Before you filtered in.

Now gone as I hear you,

Feel, your every loving dedication.

Showing me how powerful you are,

And just how I always miss you.

Here I am,

Loving, caring, hoping,

For you to know me now.

I bless you as you bless me.

Your kiss upon my skin revives,

And I am held beneath your spell.

Spirit of Crystal Falls

Spirit of Crystal Falls

Somewhere, lost in the mountains,

Not a sound of mans making,

Nor an intonation of his hands,

Lives the spirit of crystal falls.

The sluicing waters come plunging,

Into shallow pools a hint of lime.

And tiny little fishes glimmer,

In the last of the afternoons’ sun.

Dancing upon my open heart,

This spritely phenomena catches me,

Pondering on all of my regrets,

And urging me to move ever on.

As if life existed without time,

This spirit came to help explain.

How fortunate I have always been,

Despite my own initial cursing tone.

How could I be without love,

If only I had open eyes.

For here this notion came alive,

As if I’d forgotten but always known.

Oh yes the flow of memory,

Now shows me I was blind.

I’ve never wanted, throughout my life,

All things of important request.

It has been only what I longed,

Those delights of purely lustful folly,

That held me in a state of want,

Yet saved me from lethal harm.

And as the spirit told me,

Go forth and see your blessings.

I finally realised his hands,

Had always been guiding me.

Country Club Brazilian

Country Club Brazilian

It’s deep into winter,

And reports say the weather turns.

But it’s like summer to me,

The best English summer ever.

All day, incredible clear skies,

And constant sunshine reign.

But I’m in the lap of luxury,

Here sitting by shimmering pools.

A quiet music drifts to me,

Reminding me of hazy days.

And my eyes fill with tears,

A thanks that I can see you.

In the arms of an angel,

My hopes become so bright.

This rough Brazilian winter weather,

Has been to me, a rare delight.

Ouro Preto 3

Ouro Preto 3

Many souls have toiled,

souls have toiled,
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And some have been able,

To do more than most.

The famous noble poet,

Who’s love was widely known,

Sent away in shame, his part,

A rebellion against the law,

And his Portuguese heritage.

The painter, a scenic art,

Has shown a great talent,

For capturing this historic past,

Whilst still moving with the times.

And lastly, but not least,

The ‘Music Man’ from You-tube,

Who ambles through her cobbled streets.

Squeezing life out of the accordion,

With smiles and a happy beat.