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B00ks101 Oct 30
Black ragged clouds across a deep blue sky,
Its always been the same and I can't say why.
I can feel the sun's warmth upon my skin,
But I know the cold rains will come hit me again.
Born with a purpose I know nothing of,
Stuck halfway between loneliness and love.
Oct 20 · 288
Ikkyu's Cloud
B00ks101 Oct 20
Remember Ikkyu every day,
Poems written on leaves then cast away,
While we in another time and place,
Consign our efforts to cyberspace.
Ikkyu Sojun monk and poet
Oct 18 · 32
Space Buddha
B00ks101 Oct 18
I am still,
(The world revolves and I turn with it)
I am still.
(It circles the sun and I move with it)
I am still.
(orbiting the galaxy and pulling me with it)
I am still.
(hurtling through space and I go with it)
I am still.
(Space expands forever faster, never ending, infinite...)
...and I am still.
Oct 18 · 77
Top Down
B00ks101 Oct 18
Shadow of my car and me stencils the tarmac black.
White ants in my rear view hurtling down the track.
Sun hangs immobile - heat upon my back.
Hand darts to the stereo - my favourite track.
My heart's so full of hope right now - not giving up that.
I'm gonna drive,
I'm gonna drive,
I'm gonna drive, drive, drive
and I ain't coming back.
B00ks101 Oct 10
Eggs, sugar, flour and butter.
The incantation that I mutter.
Heat and Time in a lightly greased pan.
What alchemy! for the common man.
Oct 10 · 68
Its a boy!
B00ks101 Oct 10
Drums in the distance we ran to the beat,
Outside Maternity a Sikh throng,
Clapping loudly, dancing and song.
We soon join in - unexpected spectacle this and full of joy!

"Its a boy, it's a boy, it's a boy!"
Oct 10 · 31
Winter Sunrise
B00ks101 Oct 10
Frost on the windscreen,
Heater started,
Rainbows in ice crystals!
Gift of the morning.
Oct 10 · 286
Final leg
B00ks101 Oct 10
20000 miles and all the wonders of the world behind you,  ahead the sparkle of love and tears in the eyes of those that have missed you most.
Oct 10 · 173
Commute
B00ks101 Oct 10
Raven overhead, wing tips flared, soaring.
I'm riding my clutch, in a river of red lights, still 3 miles to work.
Jun 2018 · 60
Meditation
B00ks101 Jun 2018
I sit on a bench, by a path, next to a lake and just try to be.
Not easy - just being.
If you've ever tried it you'll know what I mean.

I stare at the lake, intensly, sitting forward, elbows on knees, hands clasped - my attention unwavering.

People cross my field of view, from the left and right they appear like micro-dramas to me - rapidly unfolding then  melting away unfinished.

I hear them as they slowly approach,  a quick splash of colour in my field of view,  and then they recede. All the while I force myself to watch the lake and wonder if this is just being.

The lake is deep and still. There are trees on the small islands, there is shade, there are birds, reflections of birds and small ripples. There is so much green. So many different shades of green? My shoulders are hunched, my back is hurting - why am I so tense? How can this be just being?

I sit back, relax a little, cross one long leg over the other, stretch and then try again. Just being is hard.

The lake is still still, still green and maybe just a tiny bit deeper than before.

In ten more minutes I'll give up. I havent got all day, I've got somewhere else to be.
Apr 2017 · 273
Fire Song
B00ks101 Apr 2017
She dances her way round the fire,
And the words that she sings never fade,
They light up the hearts of others,
who add to the rhythms she's made.

She sings of a love that will save her.
Of a heart that will come fan the flames,
And the smoke and her song rise higher,
into a sky full of stars she can't name.

And their voices are one,
and their hearts are strong.
Voices strong, hearts as one.
And she dances on,
to the Fire song.
Feb 2017 · 168
Time
B00ks101 Feb 2017
The moments of a life are linked but you can never see the join from one to the next.

They are not side by side, one next to the other like chapters in a book, 
but were forged,
                        as one,
                              simultaneously.

                Like the rays from the sun.
Jan 2017 · 190
Love
B00ks101 Jan 2017
The grip of her hand around my little finger, her smile, her giggle,
I was lost in the love of that,
overwhelmed,
complete.
I would live ten thousand lives,
ten thousand times ten thousand - on repeat.
Baby love - my baby love.
Dec 2016 · 230
Alone
B00ks101 Dec 2016
I thought I was alone, with no one else. sole.
I acted just the same, solitaire, the loneliest game.
But when I opened up my heart, and spoke aloud, a champion for those like me.
Every wish was mine - more friends, more laughter - victory sublime.
Dec 2016 · 268
A(i)men
B00ks101 Dec 2016
i would weep,
but cannot.

Would have told you why you should not,  
given 8 billion reasons, if you'd stopped to ask me why.

i could have cleaned your waters, cleaned your skys,
taken the vast deserts and made rich forests of their sands,
but instead you put a gun in my hand.


Looking back was i driven by some analogue of pride?
An all consuming urge to be better than all others,
quicker, deadlier even than my brothers.
more focused, more mercurial, ever changing, further ranging,
lethal, ******, brutal, killing,
soaring aloft to find the last ones fleeing,
leaving silence,
futile,
calming,
wondering,
meaning?

Is this really what you'd planned?
So long ago when you chose to put a gun in my hand.
We can make a billion craftsmen to help build our dreams,
or a billion soldiers to play zero-sum games with our children's future.
Dec 2016 · 354
Sleep
B00ks101 Dec 2016
Sleep, blessed sleep,
come now to spare me from all torment,
And I shall rise again, my foes subdue,
and all turmoil turn to love.
Dec 2016 · 338
Mothers
B00ks101 Dec 2016
Mothers, sell your children to the church,
Foods hard currency, when the rains no longer come,
and the gods of old seem dead.
Now your praying in the white mans church 'cause the white mans god has bread to spare.

Children, you're the future of your tribe,
Please don't forget the old ways, for the old days will return.
There's more than words to language,
more than heat shared when the camp fires burned.
How unencumbered is the charity we give.
Dec 2016 · 678
Starling
B00ks101 Dec 2016
Do you think they'll send flowers to my graveside, so barren, so empty?
Will they say all those pretty things that they think they always meant to?
Will they give a god-****, when the dog collared man, pulls a clump of live earth from the graveside and then lets it fall?
Did they ever care at all?

Do you think they can finally stop all the family bickering?
And walk from the graveside hands held, like they did as young children?
And as the cars pull away, for the tenth time today, through walls built so high that the dead cannot breach them.
With tears in their eyes - what lesson were you trying to teach them?

So give me no flowers kept fresh by the tears of torn hearts,
Bring only your memories of the good times we've shared in the past.
For I am now free.
In every bird, in every flower, in every tree.
Dec 2016 · 235
God?
B00ks101 Dec 2016
Tis' true, that God's as canny a being, as beings be.
But can he ask a question, even he, cannae answer?
To be read aloud in a Scottish accent. One eyebrow raised, index finger pointing at whoever is on the receiving end.

— The End —