We held each other’s hand
And you kissed me on my lips
Once upon a time
Dolphins find a mate for life
And they make love, just for fun
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You may never see
A poem lovely as my tree
It’s shape
It’s shade
It’s beauty
For me alone.
No picture captured by my phone.
For only In my memory
Can this vision be preserved.
Harsh realities crash in
And like bitter memories do
They change us
Maybe even remove
Any sense of sensibility
And we find ourselves
In empty shopping malls
Searching for toilet paper
And pasta that isn’t wholegrain.
Panicked and broken
We return to our homes
Switch on the radio or tv
And listen to the latest news –
How many have succumbed
How many new cases
When will toilet paper
Be back on the shelves.
Maybe some of us
Reread Tolkien’s
Lord of the Rings
Or all of our Harry Potter novels
While we snack on chocolate
Left over from Christmas
And drink tea
Flavoured with honey
And play board games
And wonder if things
Will ever be the same.
Across a Surreal landscape
White defeats the green
Black naked branches
Reach towards low slung clouds
As snow flurries lash
Exposed skin on cheerful faces
We shelter in each other’s warmth
And conversations of sunshine
Promoted by
Wine, good gin and pizza.
I cast my mind about Searching for just one Peaceful memory One image to still A consciousness in turmoil. Befuddled thoughts of anger arise Failed friendships revived Lost loves sought Missed opportunities revisited All conspire to withhold rest. Like a fish bone Stuck in my throat At Friday night dinner I am unable to swallow. To clear the way I twist sheets And toss my pillow. Finally darkness takes me Into troubled sleep Only to be disturbed moments later By a relentless alarm
Since the beginning of democracy,
It has been there.
In the sixties and seventies
We chained ourselves to machines
We protested with slogans –
Make love not war
Ban the bomb
No nukes…
And we grew our hair.
The eighties and nineties came
We shouted it in our music
Punk
Grunge
Techno, and
Rap
We threw away old music conventions
Made it our own and screamed our angst
The two thousands arrived
We whispered
No shouting from rooftops this time
Or from Wall Street windows
Nine eleven.
Terror quietened the murmur
But didn’t stop it.
We spoke softly of it in homes
And workers clubs
And it simmered in our minds
And now the twenty tens
Our phones remind us
Nowhere is free of the murmur.
It’s read by tourists
While sipping cocktails
Served by underpaid indigenous workers
It’s tweeted from exotic locations
Usually only concerned
With cocaine and flesh.
And why is this murmur encouraged?
Because the murmur of dissent
Creates the dissenter
And the dissenter is easily bought.
Once you have enough dissenters
You have the ultimate tool…
Power.
Deep, Deep, Deep, Deep Down inside of me There is a door, and It’s locked... I must have lost the key, Or did I throw it away? I know there is something in there. I don’t know if it’s pleasant Or unpleasant. I’m not spending too much time Thinking about it... Or trying to open it. For now, I’ll just sweep around it.
With the suns arrival
and the departure of the night
My body stirs…
It needs stuff.
Tea, strong and white,
Toast - blonde
Eggs, over easy
Painkillers by two
Happy pill by one
Stomach - there’s one for you too
Eyes - cleared
Skin - moisturised
A walk - Knee strapped
Cane - in hand
Sunglasses - prescription grade, on
Dog - ready
Let's do this day.
Poetry is my aeroplane 