I have inquired of God
Where is it?

still couldn't find it

where they were looking
I looked as well

only to ask God again

I found bread and wine
and again plead for clarity

later asked myself, why?

then in silent supplication
an after image formed

compliant compunction

a human stave fades into
a rolled stone and sheets

teleportation and roaring wind

the answer lay in what
the eye could not see

in #what the mind could not grasp

from the heart, I sought
and from the spirit,  I received*





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believing in something
is so much more than
choosing to not disbelieve

it means doubts, however
tiny, disappear into this
grand belly of trusting eyes

it fills you with the good stuff
when it's pouring outside
and your stuck indoors

eventually, the sun comes
back again; that, in spite of all
contrary and expert forecasts*



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Squatting on promise -
verdant crest of Mount Parnassus,
on the cusp of a new revelation;

a late-coming realisation:

now at Inspiration's doorstep,
reality is an unexplored frontier.
Here I stand, unwelcome again.*




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so little is reliant on
a brewing *** of morning
or wafting wisps of grain

whose warmth presses lips,
pulses patter 'neath veins
and butter dribbles freely

as a grapefruit réveille
parades playfully above
an eye-rubbing horizon

tousling tree-top buds,
changing hues in the wind
while dreams of night evaporate*



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Home. 
Taken ill. 
Staring down yet another 
Unwelcome pill. 
Once it was said 
A canine's a bloke's 
Best mate... 

Home. 
On the sick bed 
Ignoring a mountain 
Of unpaid bills 
Got my trusty 
Mobile & tablet--
The world entire 

Home;
At my fingertips -
Nothing like a touch screen 
To scratch on that 
Cerebral itch: 
Friend or foe, 
I am 4G's *****.*





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my child runs
into the room,
looks and yells
honey badger!
then, lets rip

there is no gently
and no rowing on
this polluted and
half-dried stream

we survive only
by hydrating, but
if it's bottled up

then it must be
right and we're
'merrily, merrily,
life is but a dream'*



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is always a poem after this one;
an understudy to today's centre stage:

this poem however, is never unimportant,
as individual as the poem that follows;
many poems have unwritten forbears-
each is breathed and lived; rarely spoken.

this poem's panorama is found in one place –
a window of its reader's imagination;
so each poem is just a beginning point
of new journeys that we join with the poet.

another is birthing at the end of this one;
there may be several, in fact, awaiting their turn.*




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A weary social consciousness arose,
whilst public adulation reveals
a personification of hope;
what of our communal yesterday?

We, the refugees of our past mistakes,
embodies a bush that no longer burns,
consumed in fervent disappointment and disgust.

Our faith is now justly rewarded -
an olive branch has been offered;
and on one shoulder lay what we only

dare to hope, 'Perhaps, perhaps...'
the journey to that time and day
begins today, sworn in resolutely.

The weary arise to lift their chins.
The din roars above the pros and cons.
No person can lead a nation and a globe;
what of our communal tomorrow...?*




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so much emerges at daybreak
much more than my locale

or even in star-shine of night
mere specks, unpolished coal;

a darkness in shadow's light
vainly seeking revealed perfection*




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cerebration, once spoken or written
would have corrupted pure thought
by the muddied hand of our articulation.

just like cynicism waxing cynical:
in that lone instant of release; its
value drops from lofty to mundane*



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exiled here, in this emptying parcel
of Lot's, son of incestuous famine
your delight in God, your king,
fades away in the lifting dust;

leaving you with sick longing
for the fruitfulness of home--
the house of bread in Whom is praised:
may your kin kindly redeem your blood*



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there's a place for everything,
it's been said with stillest voice;
and everything has a place,
resonant clarity without rebuttal

yet who's to know which is which
when reckoning has flicked the switch?
where face value's swiftly defaced
conveniently with removing cream*



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arching
back and back again
from explosive exertion
electric impulses spilling

over, pulse
passed insulation
scrambling
thought and senses

blanking
out and out again
excessive expulsion
emotive impact stilling

inner resolve
past motivation
dissipating;
thoroughly quenches*



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in stillness lay a day
under the trembling air
Zephyr's dulcet exhaling
plucks gently on a lyre

subtle melodies to ear
each note snatches droplets
of sweet nectar; of delight
covert by fronds dancing

in the belly of the night
all through wee measures
pleasant whispers portray
fond joys and merry play*



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brow arched to
heavenly lights,
spirit soars to
distant heights,
mud ***** flip

upturned lids
deflects flash
of radar blip;
chin up, chin in
tuck & roll away

that dented tin
game of thrown
--out shoulders
brings this query:
do you even lift?*



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wonder at boiling blood
would they scald veins
all that rage would soon
bust vessels for naught
spewing bright fountains
of sanguinal disillusion*



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a thing lacking in beauty
finds nothing of joy, ever;
it's uncomeliness increases
and will never be celebrated
an unsightly recollection

passed on each generation,
so make the most of opportune
moments to leave a mark
whether in ugliness or beauty
kindle always, that inner spark*


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there was a vacancy in a place
where an abyss engulfed chastity
a concept strange and quite suspect
in a world were we value prospect;
a rarity to sanely slumber at night

and receive sagely uttered sentiment
whose aid in these moonlit promises
birth occupancy in vacillating crises
perhaps a constancy redeems piety;
another word that reveals this malady*



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do not fix our gaze upon the east
where labour's whispers won't have ceased
now creaking joints approach a feast
lights are dimming and brows are creased

on glistering thresholds, above a stream
of well wishers spying a secret dream
those sun-kissed fields rejoice and beam
restores a sparkle of long lost gleam

while dust in dust the earth forget
engrave on silver-winged regret



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Is it not a foe who taunts —
that in itself could be borne
Is it not an enemy's tirades—
from them one could hide
Instead, an arrogant intimacy—
life's equal, companion & friend.

What close companionship
now scattered in the chill
of uncaring autumn winds
from familiar paths once  
walked together in gardens
of fond affection and glee.*


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on a campaign trail
that won't lead to a
white house or to a

spiralling ivory tower

each word, each line
each stanza and rhyme
seeks to clothe the

belligerent reason

bare and raw that
won't lead to paradise
or to shangri la; but

in their perfect season

perhaps find its way
to a friendly soul that
makes all this, whole*




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Tonight the sea is still
a moon hammocks on
a tide in its peak
on the coast reflected
shadowy in balmy breeze
a sentinel rain forest
lays watch on tranquil bay

Tonight come to your window
savour sea spray in the air
feast on the sounds of night
and waves lapping upon the shore
while pebbly tapping keeps time
no sadness prevails in this symphony
as the moon reconciles land and sea*




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she dances in fluid time
each step a perfect rhyme
to the drumbeat of my chest
in her embrace well blest

soft music fills the air
fragrance adorns her hair
when she leans in, near
dispels all my former fear

upon that chime of midnight
footsteps fade in dimming light
not a glass slipper left behind
perhaps ‘twas done to be kind*


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guitar frets, waiting
no one ever comes around
concert-hall daydreams

on fedora hat
getting very fat
cat did sit

everyone here

getting very fit
or gloating with
green-eyed leer*




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in our giving of thanks
we find intrinsic value
much more than places
in both directions of
that decimal point ●

a sequined moment
etched in time's fickle
precipice, caught only
with intention and at

times a whole lot of

personal courage and
swallowing of pride;
we've really nothing
to hide from each other

● except maybe the odd
awkward embarrassment
that harasses the mind
while the carving knife
lifts and catches light○*



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an end blended
and send word
with meaning bended

our escape now
a band of sand
on an island bound

tomorrow's bond
lifts these eyes
ever upward*




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stood tall with chest
puffed out, so proud
to be this big boy, now
your dependable little man

'you're man of the house, now
so take care of mum and the kids'
all seven years of life straining
to comprehend what's going on

but all that was forthcoming
was a handshake,
a clap on the back,
fading footsteps,
and two swinging
khaki duffel bags*



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why are you so easy
to walk passed
but then so difficult
to forget?

a cattle brand
sears waking memory
scathe dreams of night
what remains of you

are rumpled bed-
clothes at sun up
and crumpled sheets 
on a litter-strewn desk*




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She 
used to make me 
eat mouldy food! 

"Oh, that..." she'd
reply to my protest

then she'd scoop off 
the mouldy top layer 
and hand me a vile dish! 

"It's still good...
you can't put a
good thing to waste."
"Erm, thanks???"*



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a few loose jingling coins
a mind that is confused
a wind contrarily blowing

a set of clothes for spoiling
a clock that's fast or slow
a friend that comes and goes

a lover that's hot and cold
a pace slowed right down 
a transposition to minor chord

a gear shift up an incline
a better or a worse scenario, but
change stubbornly won't change*



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Much like Icarus, off they go; 
until condensation metes them 
reality's condescension:

Whose goals and objectives
are minute in life's greater scheme; 
wings fashioned from floss harps-

Yet they soar each firmament;
nary a doubt would sway resolve;
no tempest or tumult could dissuade.

If you chance upon a cloudless day
catch their echo of jubilant cries
and contemplate your turn to fly.

stepping onto the doormat
knuckles rapping on wood
heart pounding mind racing

perhaps its like those
after school tv reruns
or those movie remakes

imagine live streaming
and podcasting in
very slow motion

loosing you and having
to remember back then
are unreachable ghosts* 


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