roasted chicken and mash potato
swimming in gravy
a Brendan special

your smile will annoy greatly
those who gloom consistently

-your happiness a bright star
in darkened brooding skies

there are so many tragedies, in poetry, history, love affairs, and everyday living

but one of the most heart moving, for me
is a bird with a broken wing.

Absence, filled voids, unseen, out of reach
self-denial,
Crows croak, black sphere, tarnished song
one candle flame
A vision, singular, quenched thirst,
dead flesh
Deceased, words, voices silent, gone beyond
all telling.

sit back, do not fret
your accuser is lost

-caught their tongue
in their own trap

rewilding Mankinds greed bereft places
every tiny effort counts
a Bug Hotel,
a planted seedling
grass left to do its thing.

you sit by deaths fireside and its cold
no bird flies across the black sky
a shout goes out and its your name
its time and you have no more choice.

fingers on triggers
a keyboard assembly

words from silence
gunshot poetry

fingers on the pulse
no heart beat

no love for warmongers
a bunch of deadbeats

Our hearts warmth
borrowed from The Sun

can ignite love
expressed through our skin

a poets fingers
flaming words

singing in fire
a burning love.

there are no edges
all colours bleed into one

there is no separation
your good is my good

there is no mine
only ours.

It will be my turn one time
to jump outside my skin
and just as a butterfly never looks back
neither will I.

tiredness has more and more a say
its a calling from dreamtime;
all children back under her wing.

WAR starts long before the first shot fired
WAR resides in the hearts of women and men
WAR is on the tips of tongues
WAR the resort all unforgiveness ever felt
WAR the battle cry of the politician to the young
WAR a call to ******.

being more a candle flame
an apparition quickly gone
the shadow dancing today
that tomorrow fails to show.

swift the days
long the nights

a Winters wealth
star struck skies

a hibernation
cabin fever

a calm acceptance
a candle flame

meditation
enclosed in black.

always through the dark I spied light
deep down in the deepest depth
I found a place called hope
and hope never was overcome.

Sing poet sing hope says
and poetry takes you journeying
a travelling down the road
and always a candle for light.

A candle lit for love, borrowed light from the Sun
my simple prayer is heard before it is spoke
before it takes form from lips into words.
You always know our hearts, let our hearts be love
a flowing back and forth from creator to creature
and creature to creature in perpetual union.

weaved within the light
a day a night a little life
no-one knows you exist
-when you ride solitude
day after day night unto night
a flash a streak a candles light.

tumbling into Autumn-
Sycamores shedding their dead

a carpet of corpses
shrivelled brown

leaving the bones on show-
skeletons into the wind.

you could be a carrier of death
more, a carrier infecting ever more multiples with death

I carved words from silence
put quill to paper

and the spirit took me
vanished without trace

like the crew of The Mary Celeste
I kept my own secret

leaving the casket to sail ghostly
forever on the seas of time

A Cat is a Cat because we say it is
that does not mean to say that what we call a Cat
believes it so.

melancholy
me-lanc-holy
bereft of hope

its a serious sin
its a lack of faith

its a lack of believing
in love

being a cause of love
loving
how wonderful you are

Brendan's cattle are moaning into the wind
he must be moving them onto pastures new.
They roam our small valley eating up the grass
their calves cavorting in groups like children.
Brendan hails from Ireland, a good stockman
and a good friend, but he needs to talk slow
otherwise I will just nod, pretend I understood.

accepting you are a mystery
is a truth that sets you free

accepting you are lovable
is a truth bigger than you can think.

go where you will
do what you may

the cross will be there waiting for you

either you will be aware of ****** pain
or mentally and or emotionally challenged

and what's worse
like it or not, the more you reject your cross
the more burdensome to yourself you will become.

You come to the rub
where you want nothing
on this Earth
yet God would have you here still.

universal mystery
accepted reality

in the mystery of you
the mystery of me

Pain particles zoom around my carcass
making play of what should be serene.
The mind knows of injury, and emotion
emotion would steal away my peace.

thankful is one of the very best places to be
reject nothing
but resist by all means

some will always want a definition
a diagnosis, professional or otherwise
the satisfaction of naming...everything
..... and anything

I do not have the faintest why I am loved
but that is not the same as accepting the fact I am

you cannot live up to others expectations
to be accepted for who you are
is as good as it can get
acceptance is a beautiful thing
more precious than gold

Reach for the farthest shore glistening on the horizon
let yourself be beautiful and free as you are-
accepted. Sail on the winds of love while they still blow-
and know they blow for you to reach that shore.

coming up short
doors open
doors close.

its all quite
normal
accepted.

if eternal life was offered to you
would you not take it?

He will confirm you in your ways
all will be clear,
the road will open to the horizon
and your heart will leap for joy.

I lay down on this linear time line
my heart running out of beats
and my mind adjusts to a death-
my mind finds very hard to accept.

there is a stripped place in your soul
bare of all consolation
the totally alone,
you feign would run from

Chronic Fatigue Syndrome does what it says on the tin

and more unpleasant surprise symptoms
which will be completely unique to you.

So don't sweat it, accept it, I know from personal experience
just how hard that can be.

And yes silver linings are waiting to be found
and embraced.

Accept it all
at the bottom
of it all
Love silently waits

They who sing;
pray twice.
According to St Augustine

who does not speak of what their heart is full of;
there is a certain Virginian
whose heart words lift you into joyous rapture

life is a game of poker
sometimes you are all in
folded
just bluffing your way through
waiting for more cards

beneath all smiles a skull grins

teeth together


we will meet

each other


in the finality

of truth


we may well play dice

' Aces over Kings'

Hidden forces are exciting;
depending on your outlook.
Nothing happens by chance;
is a good reason for everything.
That flap of wings;
just might be your freedom.

feasting and fire
empty bellies and the dark

many fears are entertained
when you are tired

ghouls and the undead
phantoms in the night

Man is a child fragile
playing with the black.