(In Memory of Robin Williams and his performance in ‘Dead Poet’s Society.) Take me out John Keating, outside to play in areas marked ‘Warning’, ‘Dangerous’, let’s climb distant hills and touch the sun. On public streets, we’ll practice walking different ways like something out of Monty Python and buy t-shirts which read ‘Seize The Day!’ across the front, mine coloured shocking pink and yours electric blue. We’ll talk about our dreams and suck the marrow out of romance holding hands. In classy restaurants, we’ll hide expensive food in potted plants and stand on tables, shouting ‘Captain O my captain’ at …Read more
FireExcite me, ignite me, don’t bore or ignore me, let passion fuel desire and vision inspire. Be vibrant and bold, feel the heat, shine like gold. Let your spirit soar, create and explore.Earth Build for me, work with me, safe and secure give something real of worth on this earth. Take care, take your time, build strong foundations with infinite patience, walk straight down the line. Air Think of me, speak to me. Pursue new ideas with reason and clarity. Focus the power of your mind and connect in similar groups, with friends and beyond to the whole of mankind. …Read more
The day is dead by morning. Funeral clouds line up to spread a pall of grey across the corpse. Listless trees show due respect, a sickly warmth draws moisture from the air. In that graveyard silence apathy is King. The sun lies buried deeper than it can shine.
I am the bits and pieces thing beneath your feet and underneath the skin. Sandpaper rough the crooked face you turn against the wall. Once I was nothing crumbs and dirt, small stones you brought in on your feet but then you fed me richer food. I digested what you threw away and I grew teeth. You step around me, now my breath is heavy with deceit, my mouth is full of lies. Flat against the wood, the grain of carpet, hear my monster heartbeat gaining strength. One night as you lie sanctified by sleep, untroubled by the past I …Read more
Stir up the primitive release the beast to thunder out its noise and do that dance. Expelling breath to every corner of the sky, curving its infant squall to swallow dust and leaves uprooting the mortal flimsy in its mouth slack of gum, yet sharp of tooth. The heavens rock but this is no lullaby for sleep. Into the vortex clouds dissolve and debris comes to life. The strength of it whips though the human form as if to say ‘How powerful I am. I can drop the volume to a whisper thrash up the frenzy to a scream I …Read more
Heaven Sent This poem may not be what it seems, it could be a dreamcoloured aquamarine or a figment of your imagination, angelsflying high on wings of elation. A delicate feather blown onthe air here and there, past the wistful face whose eyes arealways gazing beyond the earth to some faraway place. Soproceed with a gentle touch, this is sensitive skin. Absorb it untilthere’s no knowing where one of you ends and the other begins. This is a stained glass poem, easily broken which talks to yoursoul through music and art in words unspoken. It’s siren song oflonging faintly heard is a …Read more
This is a travelling poem, this verse has wings, it’s a spark in the dark, an adventure, a world full of brilliant things. I shoot my arrow of exploration into tomorrow and follow, I seek and I find. Where I go I leave all the others behind. Always hot on the trail of that elusive, eternal Holy Grail. Who knows where this poem may lead, let it feed your imagination and take you to places you’ve never seen before. Let it soar. It’s a vision, a flight, an unearthly delight, so help it to grow, just go with the …Read more
You just had to open that box Pandora there was no stopping you, bored and petulant, spoilt, a darling of the gods. All those bitter poisons, all over the earth with night on their wings. Depression’s cloud making the blood run grey, illness in the body’s frail machine, circuits in need of repair. Loneliness creating all those ‘Eleanor Rigby’s’ in their silently private rooms, like gifts or invitations unopened, dreading the sting of another dawn. Were you surprised Pandora, that something of the human spirit remained, locked away with all those dusty, cobwebbed things? When those lightbulb muses in …Read more