poems that sound like the flow of a brook

don't occur to me.....


statico bursts of  hollow pain                        
my golden elm again
and again


music perhaps to those
not quite sane
?

why is this rhyme occuring....

There is extraordinary
in the ordinary
how extraordinary

time  
when your 5 it has no meaning
by 7 it means mealtimesbedtimesplaytimes   school

16 it seems to stretch again
but not like that of aged 5
just endless waits to be 18  
there is too much you haven't seen

18 not nearly old enough so much to get so much to do
you think that time always waits  for you    
                                                                                                                                
then 28 starts to feel a litle late you've realize the mistake
time doesn't go on it has a break

35 are you alive?  
life swallowed up in others lives...

ah 55!
time to "revive" go on and on till all days ends
and 'time" has gone around the bend
without
you

Hazy beams of sunlight
laced with bird song
signal morning

Fog
like grey gauze
singed by fire

Full moon
on the west side
while sun rises
on the east
sights such as these
bring me to my knees
to be blessed
by such a feast

Shiva
with long poled chainsaw
demon like
he wields
havoc
reducing my Kali
to a goddess with no hands

this sting
this pain
without it
i would
drift off

The sun shines
as brightly
as undashed hopes
casting pale gold light
across the lawn

living and dying
what a strange combination
of commonplace
and extraordinary

Her face twisted
a mask of grotesque
all joy wrung out
by griefs tourniquet

a curve of green
stems
in a brown
jar

capricious i am
that's just how it is
don't let it offend
don't get in a tizz
i do not reply
to many a ***
there is no offence
it's just that i'm
odd
you've all been so kind
i have to agree
please don't be upset
with me just being me

i'm pushing myself
into that space
the one between
death and re construction
wafer thin
razor sharp
all done in

i
dont
want
to
go
now

you bring yourself
into the room
your ego follows
all too soon
you feed it till
it swells and grows
and pretty soon
it's all that shows

not dead yet
you haunt me
still
thoughts of you
against my will

Something you give
to someone else
while saying
you'll keep it

I have snow white scented lillies blooming
golden rods within
your fragrance
i imagine
your skin

he picks up attitudes
one by one

and tries them on like dresses

turning himself to and fro
discarding the ones he doesn't deem fit
he goes forth to face the world

she stands in the corner
silently
watching him

wishing he would come to her naked

Wind

violent servant of a bruised sky

churns the sea...

flinging salt water mountains

that shatter on the shore

i did have
a man i didn't know
came up behind talking of queensland
and riding the surf in cyclones drunk
he looked wasted
he was beautiful and so ******* scary weird
it was surreal
yeah it was frightening
he was not though in retro
i was thinking within gates
he was ok
blessed
and benign
gentle
and not quite there
childlike and on the loose
although he was happy striding into the waves
wet jeans and laughing
and who can diss that
under the moon and stars

at 55
i can feel
the
process
of
people withdrawing
children distance
acquaintances die
no longer
a person
more than 1/2 way to a corpse

the gate stood open
and dewy grass
is still chiffoned
with mist
till spring sun
weak and warm
goes to work

a rich panoply
of umber and gold
contrasting against
the conifers green
a glorious sight
to behold
one of the loveliest
ever seen

the brilliant hues
of autumn
dripping
from
the trees

piling up
around
their trunks
almost
to
my knees


scarlet red
and
russet brown
form
deep
puddles
on the ground

gold
medallions
from the elm
worth more than
coins of the realm

got the first wasp inside tonight
from the firewood
moths fluttering death in brown velvet at moonlit windows
later greet the dawn with condensation

electric shock!
there you are
why didn't i see you
bright star
i knew

loneliness
and liberty
I tightrope walk

nothing
prepares you
for
the ****** decrepitude of old age
an obscenity of
plastic bags for *****
plastic bags for *****
fear of losing
your teeth down a drain
egg white and crackers are all you keep down
grumbling old hags in the coffin queue
waiting for the shroud

Prayers are something
we do on our own time
the answers come
in infinities time

well you've done it again
made me feel like ****

is that a natural talent or did you practice  
                                                      ­                           (oh how you've practiced)
you
with your attitude to women
cos they didn't turn out the soft centred
                                                         sweets your so addicted to

so tired  of these power games     (is that what they are....?)

you go away then ph when i'm at work      (you knew that)
then do the same thing AGAIN the next day...!!?

"between you not being home
and the computer"......

?????????

untrue
i've stayed offline
most of the time

in case you phoned..... "sigh"

i knew you would
do what you did
didn't

what is that

a large tree I've hacked limbs from
is staring back at me
through a window
from those wounds
they look like
eyes
and weeping wounded mouth

i hunt myself
and eviserated
bleed words onto the page

did love sculpt me
into twisted form
she the storm
blasting away bark
to reveal form
or
expectations extreme
beyond the norm
causing the storm?

I've never recalled dreams he said
although it isn't true
re creating history
is what he likes to do
it some how makes him feel good
as he would rather be
the man who has a perfect brain
no need for him to see
i wonder why he does that
i really couldn't say
should i just ignore it
and go my separate way

all the love poems
I wrote for you
you didn't throw away
I never sent them

eyelashes flutter
like butterflies
under my kiss

***
those flowers
I can almost taste them
like icecream
berry and vanilla
delicious

This stoney patch
of impenetrable gound
our relationship

been a bit
frozen
speechless
paralysed
couldn't see myself
in my own eyes
where did i go

I've missed so many poems
time flew while i was gone
come back and look at what is here
where do i begin
i want to answer comments
reply to all the poems
tell the folks ive missed you all
and thanks for hanging in
despite me going missing
without much of a word
you've stayed and let me know
my absence not absurd
so thank you all for staying
and reading what i've wrote
i hope you understand i care
just by this little note

If the beginning
started out of
chaos and the void
did they not exist
before the beginning

land of no responsibility
except to give in to that burning urge
that prickles up the back of your neck on waking
to be off out running under sun
barefoot as soon as out of sight
adventures wait and time belongs to you
you fish for sticklebacks in a field of golden corn
where farmers wave in anger at the trail to the pond
and take home tadpoles in glass jars on string
breathless at the sight of legs emerging
pick bluebells in the wood for mother
but then arrange them in old tins
in tumbledown cottage the gangs den
scrumping crab apples in overgrown gardens  
never getting that stomach ache all Adults warned of
roaming hedgerows looking for hedgehogs
hoping for signs of any living thing
all long fled at the collective noise you make
catching butterflies to look at their wings
putting crysillis in greaseproof papered jars
to watch them emerge for flight on glistening wings
when you return them to the wild
lifting up old drain pipes to look for slugs to race
not forgetting to put them back at races end so they dont shrivel
basking in hot sun after watching trails of catapillars
whose prickles mother later tweezers out
amidst a small flood of tears because they flame red
having a bath with bubbles then tucking up in bed
drowzy but anticipating  tomorrow is waiting

Emotions move
across their faces
like ripples
on the surface
of a lake

do me a favour
while im here
keep your crush
tucked in your pants
if you want this thing
to go forward
not end
in the same old dance

birds in flight
crystals falling
breathless silence frozen
sun explodes
dazzling light
wings shatter imploding

will we scour this earth
bone white
a skull
picked clean
of eye and soul

on the horizon
moon silvered clouds
float across the surface of the sea
like wind blown veils
at home
the silence orchestral