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kevin wright Jan 2021
Eye of covid
Lipid drops
Sterile cauldron
Now promulgate

Inoculate the many
Blood scouts raising the alarm
Bugles blaring, heat ascending
Cavalry storm an affray

Time to reinforce
Stock up munitions
Train rapacious phages
Prepare the garbage trucks

Its an invasion
Man the barriers
Do not let them pass
Subjugate and destroy

Covid fall on thy eye
Vaccination, human kind fight back
kevin wright Apr 2021
Princely born to serve a nation
Loved his love and Queen of England
To the very end a Duke a humble human
A cheeky smile and eye. A well worn raincoat. Admired human adventure.
kevin wright Feb 3
Creation within a galaxian cloud
Nebulae entwined molecules unite
One new star has taken that first breath today

Emotionally raised to the gods
Held to the mother by a greater attraction than gravities own
A gift of mankind welcomed by this universe

Our future and the worlds rely on each child
When our children look back, they have seen our future
When they look forward, they are our dreams
Every birth is a special moment in our lives.
kevin wright Jun 24
We sit, stand or lie down
Glued to a screen
Awaiting an addictive hit
The new cultures
kevin wright Feb 7
A burgeoning bud raises its head
Chlorophyl revelling in the light
Elegantly clothing the naked plant
Ceeding a symbiotic candor

Insect prodigy cocooned and mothered
Attired, an insect emerges
Now blushing red in warning
Martyrdom befalls this leaf
Simplest things often have significant bearings in life
kevin wright Jun 4
A royal service
Dedicated to her people
Hearts and souls, a common-wealtb
Distinguished, dependable and a darling

Living history
Elizabethans we are all to a person
One monarch and untold generations
A salute with a cup of tea
A platinum celebration of servitude
kevin wright Jan 2021
Carla in strength
Stood at his side
Words of love
Held his hand
Awaiting a rescue
A withdrawl advised

Sean hung in
The doctors did all
Their fingers a forlorn grip
Alone asleep Carla sensed his pulling aura
He teetered with a toehold outside her windowsill

Carla ventured back
Sean no eyes for this world
A last breath, a lingering feeling of remorse
He stayed to say goodbye
Life on earth now spent

Like a double helix now parted
Carla’s clutches the book of memories
Bound by precious silk reddened threads
Awaiting a day to again exchange vows
A welcoming kiss to light a path united  

A love that will survive
The loss of a friend following a brutal but brief fight with covid. The names have been changed but the sentiment of their dedication to each other is a lasting poetic memorial.
kevin wright Oct 2020
Masked and snorkelled
Caressed by lapping waters
Finned, arms in arising buddian pose

Descending through warming pressing waters
Shimmering conjoining geometric  planes
Crocodilian plates cover the floor

Popping ears turns up the music
Talking sand fritters in unison
Chattering stones dance in rippling lines

Azural  lineages descend into the depths
Imploding  colours transform
Shadows hug the emanating eyes

Gaping bivalves hungrily filter
Trails of bubbles rise in spinning arcs
Miniature  trees flow with the rocking cojoaling flow

Anemones march and corral their prey
A worm squirms  along a frond
Fronds binge on the diffusing  light

Sweeping silvered cantankering fish encircle my head
Winged breaths on fluttering  filligris
Propelling spiralled convolutions

Light beckons the return
Lungs searing
Fingers enter an airy horizon

Gasping poised balanced between two worlds
Invisible nymphs pulling gently downwards
Should I succumb to their virtues?
However attractive life is always a balance. Choosing the direction can be difficult when temptations are present.
kevin wright Mar 27
The river snakes through the living room
A shelf holding memories of drier days aloft
Small Fry munching through the carpet fronds
Stalking a take away, a shrimp wipes its feet at the front door

A beach creeps up the stairs with each passing decade
Lulled onto the sand a crab starts to burrow
A nesting squirrel watchs amused from the landing above
The clawed creature retires with a bruised insight to better quarries

Driftwood jamming the back door open
A fridge door sways within the mecurial flow
The high tide swells up against the white speckled back wall
Hungry shells welcome with open mouths the twice daily culinary bounty

A chummy Dog-fish curled up within a television shell watching teenagers antics
Multicoloured algae decorate walls in abstraction
A winged form flashes through the corridor snatching a pond skater
How damp is damp, climate in the making
when the water levels rise life will continue, where man once lived
kevin wright May 2021
The samurai fingers opened
In recall the bow floated forwards
Feathers freed its deadly path

Flying through the thermals
Spinning in its own vortex
Beckoning my soul

Both eyes opened
Cherry blossom floated across its path
The arrow parted life and death

Its point struck home
No escape
A fleeting pain of renewal

Pinned at the center of Adinkrahene
Civilisation awaits
Farewell, my demise is draped with its philosophy

A second arrow strikes deeply
Tainted by Eros poison
Love conquers all
The world today is a place of reality. The world of the past was a place of philosophy. A marriage of eastern and western philosophy.
kevin wright Aug 2020
the cold melts the face
upward moving sands drip
the hammer strikes a chord
time awakens
gushing bouches de lavage  

a hanging pendant light illuminates in anticipation
the trestled bust turns
light cast, cradles the shadows
an emerging voice speaks
the damp muslin curtain falls

fingers mould by the voice
clay splashes bare feet
piercing eyes meet their masters
the nose is the same
affectionate motions scrawl aged lines
the voice is his own

the curtain comes down
blanketed whitened feet now a horizon
a dawn chorus arrives
the dream starts to avalanche
buried in sleep
time stops

strong coffee to see the world
toasted stale baguette to absorb the bitters
a Gauloises to feed the soul
water to quench the thirst
lengthening shadows are a curse

an African mask looks on
one easel offers up an oil
a palette languishes in adoration
brushes sprout from a beer glass
overflowing ashtrays furbish the easel

the spatula jumps from one pile of pigmented oil to another
a new eruption pours out of the glassy mantel
pryoclastic flows seal the canvas
seams of creation ***** forth

the point moves in space
one aspect becomes two
lightness creates
darkness celebrates
three aspects evolve

an intensity pulls the hand deeper
the day is transformed
a creature of the night bites
the table transforms
skies below solidify
flowers swim for safety
sombreroed fish jaywalk

a weary smoke film stagnates in layers
the soul is transfixed
the painting is bewitched
the artist is enslaved

amusement for some
misery for the few
enlightenment for less
in fine it... a dream is laid bare
time to dream, for artists the subconscious is powerful. Little time to transform the dream state. The state of mind a virtual world, a desperate challenge to preserve its memory. The biographic sculture to watch over after a short lifespan, the painting a place to habit in ones dreams and for ever.
kevin wright Oct 2021
Green and red a coloured dichotomy
Bonds of flowering fibrils
Indigenous, invited and online

Stranded in a sea of political division
Caressed by rivers of power
Anchored by community ageless spirits

Murals born and adorn
   walled souls cracked, repaired or in despair
Painted Words, empirical symbols and smashed pottery

Cooling nuclear cores
Superfish, super-algae, superheads
Figots  bridge the widening chasm

A crystal star lights the way to the other side
Eyed windmills defend the borders
Catalan tree of life in a chequered country
roba rija d'ebre a community of Catalonia. Murals and installations grow each year on walls off people and the empty spaces left by the departed. Dedicated to riba rocks
kevin wright Sep 2021
In lines of yellow and red flags
   billow in the air of politics
Lives traced in graves cut into the fields of survival

In dance tip toeing through a crown of thorns
Linked hands held in defiance
Enlightened are today's troubadours of law

In language
In peace
In time
In the presence of truth
The state whose position has led to many disagreements many fatal in its history.  Traditional santa espina dances meet politics of the day. The
Let the future be a better one.
kevin wright Oct 2021
A letter lies upon the moonlit desk
It's black ink radiant as it is bold
The table lamp spits into life only buffered by the musty air
The title unambiguous

Marching words appear with courteous ease
Their robust order craves no inspection
Naked defiance is laid bare
No options left unturned

A cooling fan tickles the senses
The critics forehead tips forward in deliberation
Drops of sweat plunge like Autumnal lawyers
A Coracle packed with words flows across the page

The quill wavers on the final line
Pronouncing, a pledge, perchance too deep to fathom
******* set forth the smoking torpedo
Swaddling folds enclose the letter to the target

The periscope petition
Only a ripple in heady waters
Dispatches drowning in a sea of purgatory
With a life vest to hand, time to write yet again
Standing up for what you believe, no one takes notice...a robust letter might help
kevin wright Jul 2020
A stranger enters
a friend becomes
a desire is
love now forms

the way is enshrined
a universal solution
promises are insecure
a finger points the way

head bowed
hand in hand
given away
family peace a made

bound is this love
silk forms around our wrists
silk worms form a guard of honour
we reach the fluttering confectus
our free arms raised on high

wings sprout from our fingers
climbing the colours of time
looking down at distant families
the last light settles the accord

embrace the cocoon
safe from prying concerns
warm from winter chills
strands of DNA intertwined

showered in blessed waters
unravelling in harmony
spinning in union
woven of love carnal

stolen of heart
a new beat befalls
sever the laconic link
our true love emerges

adored in humility
fed with energy of life
wrapped in boundless passion
guided in the Chapel of love
love may be brief but bringing a new life into this world is eternal
kevin wright Dec 2021
The tree of peace and happiness
Upon each branch hangs our wishes
For it's sacrifice, gifts emblazoned

Baubles cascading through the Fairies trail of lights
Crowned by your protective Angel
Who welcomes all those...who look on

Will you sacrifice something this time of year
There is space below your own tree of friendship
Don't leave it too late
My second poem about the Christmas tree
Like water of a whales back
Panic rises in engulfing waves
Blowing nations spouting CO2

Stoked by industry and excess
Chasms in netzero's holy grail grow
Hot air stifle meaker deeds

Rainbows straddle holes in the greenhouse
Mishap maelstrom clatters sugar glass defenses
Children’s lick the crazing

The dream, survival
Cooking on green gas, genesis
Kindling our survival, climate
Scientific data is not enough for governments or leaders. Nations at the point of war, but picking the wrong enemy
kevin wright Oct 2021
Drums rousing the beet
Jiving Koalas trapped by  roving fires

Amazonia mambo bare,  
    dancing its baked earth
A wryly fox trots onto the

Street popping and locking
    with a child's bare feet
****** blisters emerge on
    human flotsam

Spotlit hokey pokey debating
Negotations jitter bugging
      the event horizon

When the waltz faces the tango
The dancers must find a solution
highlighting the climate debate
kevin wright Nov 2021
Nebulous, a westerly breeze in the face of oligarchs,
championed by the approaching sun
Imperious oil rigs confronted by the light of reason
Cackling cormorants stand in their green seats, astride
     a rocky common's
Solar wings, opening to an approaching bonanza

Watery rigs, drilling tycoons graves on distant horizons
Sanctified, water shifting the stubborn
industrial stains of time
Revolutionary young birds unshackled
charge the storm
Stirred into action, whales and bacteria united as birds of a feather

The green shoots, morphing bleached white windmills illuminate the homes of many
Shielding more lichens on our tarred and feathered souls
The curved blade starts to turn,  cutting a swathe
through the last oil anchors
Canaries breath again spared from minds of coal

The wilds can rally
Nature given a chance will revive
kevin wright Oct 2020
Cataclysmic screams
Ignored by all

Enlightened scientists fold
Attenborough is bold

Burn genera past
A hampering carbon mist

A rush on Wellies
Biodiversity up for sale

Plastic mountain infests
Human to an excess

The Thunberg effect brokered
Bubble blowing rules

Forestation sullied by the suds
Draining carnivorous human glut

Population booms
Hurting viral waves

Now start the change
Let the amphitheatre feel your pain

Power with planetary forces
Let nature have a breathing space

seasonally homegrown

Take the baton
To shape the race
kevin wright Nov 2021
Irksome heat under collars, blue and white alike
The family smogged over by a carbonised methane cloud
The home morphing into a greenhouse fountain of gas
Outside your window a battle front sprawls without frontier or ownership
A tree, a maternal ally, a casualty, floats by on water shunted by a distant iceberg

Stand up, leave the car at home and run to its aid
Grasp that ally by its horns
Resuscitating carbon capture and store
Carbon on the menu: cut down its choice by two thirds
         and not another tree in nine years

Contesting your mother’s existence,
    with the poorer nations that need support
Make your intention a reality
Now walk that talk

It’s getting cold
Burn some more fossils
              or put on another layer?
You know the answer
Plant your allies
COP26, my third full poem on the climate conference. Trying to keep up the poetic pressure.
kevin wright Nov 2021
Poets together perform for climate survival,
the world and its children

Absorb this online
in languages of passion
and deftness
kevin wright Aug 3
My time has come to go
Every riddle, posing lifes order
Life forever rewarding
Impartial evolutionary jousting

Fear sinks below the oncoming tide
Fasting on bended knees
My body prepares in cleansing
Its disposal of gifts accrued

I sit down and await the chemical ennumeration
I leave this world as I came
My soul  always volatile now vapourises as though stolen
Exposed body systems catching one window of re-entry

Gray matter alert for the transfer
Memories closed within a diary margin
Certify a lifetime with bohemian words and numbers
Emancipated to the benefit of other life forms

Signing off
Death betrays me
As soil topples over my head,
Perpetual stars watch over my narrative
Ritual death versus unplanned death, is there choice?
kevin wright Dec 2021
Fell through the alligator’s snout
Picked his teeth clean out
Landed on a duelling banjo's tail

Herein a Minneapolis trail

Piously thumbed a black crested wave
Buffeted by the pick up from the bridge
Seized by turbulent string vibrations

Singing to survive; drowning in awkward silence

Cajoled and plucked on a tight-rope score
Pounding pain within lifes neck
Mics backfiring: boardwalkers selfless feedback

Toe tapping, heel thumping discontent

Fighting for humanity
Evil running through crashing cymbals
Miasmic lyrics pushing to survive

Trade winds heading south

Thrown ashore in the gutter
Soaked from harmonica to soul
A sliding quiver shackles societies skiffle

Now climb your fretboard to heavenly freedom

            Those who cannot breathe
                   Legislate in due measures: equal rights and respect
            Civilisations blues are out of tune

Levitate the knee of wilful contempt
its taken over a year to write this poem. I could not connect poetically with the terrible event with george floyd and the inequalities until i recently attended a blues festival.
kevin wright Mar 2021
I share my life
and respect
Strong relationships can destroy all
kevin wright Mar 2021
I share my body
but not my life
One of us must survive
We care for someone, for that memory to survive and humanity to prosper we take difficult decisions
kevin wright Aug 7
When all else is without taste
The elixir of symbols
Are words that flow

Flow with a whiff of perfume
Crystallise with  sense of purpose
Taunted by the science of our future

Elevating the taste to that of a myth
Fulfilling a creation of our own
Spilling over into our inner space
The poet and the machine: Paul Ginestier
kevin wright Nov 2020
Carbon chariots await in rows
Smouldering wheels blanket wraps
Chilled air for the fervent driver
Hot oil for the frigid engine

Tyres grip the asphalt adoringly
The steering wheel tantilises its masters grip
His teams stomachs now gript
A mechanic holsters his wheel gun

Reds light up
Lights extinguished
Engines roar
Frenzied spectators galore

Fingers flick the paddles
Ears sense the tappets rap
Feeling the seat of thier pants
The missile parts the air

Feet flat to the floor
Stomach squeezes past its heart
The track suddenly narrows
Eyes on the gaps

Discs lights up
The apex approaches
Helmeted head ****** to its limit
Mirrors full of jostling hulks

Spouting rubber
****** forward
Pull out line
Nose ahead

Tyre wall implodes
Yellow flags appear
Thumbs up from within
A crane perilously lifts the wreck clear

Into the hollow
Sparks light up its nether region
Push rods come to shove
Shocks are stretched

Catching catching
Blue flag
Back off
The opportunity is not there

Aerofoils furl the air
Springs compressed
The hole in the air appears
Jettisonned, gained a place

Lacking grip
Tyres thinning
Box, box
Exclusive car, a vagrant on ice

Muscles screaming
Temperatures raising
Laps quickening
No time to lose

Families cower at the perils
Expectant trepid sponsors stand
Sensors conveyed into new realms
Unrestrained, drivers push margins aside

The flourishing chequered flag
Jubilation, a happy wave
A week fulfilled
Now start again
Driving fast and controlled is an experience that few will ever experience.
kevin wright Mar 2021
Each day we wake up
At the end of our day
   the need to sleep is strong
Between each day
  we develop our being
In a life time of such days
  are the needs of the one met
Reflection on how we revolve around the day. Is waking up a function that we have rebooted our brain or needing to think on another plane in developing questions? Is going to sleep a desire to recharge or enter our school of learning?
kevin wright Jul 2021
Aztecan passion lives on in a game
Athletes brought together in sporty enjoyment
Ronaldo volleys the ball with a smile
A net glows with a flaming sun

Mancini points the way for a country
Legionaries play ball in the land of the Angles
A worshipping chest is bared to the tribunes yellow card
Fluttering Standards borne on high

Whole hearted endeavour
One lies down and dies
Supporters sing or cry in truce
A proud nation's emblem is revived

Chiesa scores a nation praises gods of hope
A place now secured
Schmeichel saves from Kane
The rebound a ticket to a final

A final beckoned between two talented teams
Southgates chess mate
Dazzling early strike
The excitement of gladiators drawing level

An emotional penalty shootout
Millions hold their breath
The Silver eagle is held up high, capping the day
24 to one, a nation smiles
Football the conquerer
from its orgins to a game of today. Fever over a ball....A beautiful game.
kevin wright May 2021
A devil of a song
That swirling Russian rubakha
Under  Norwegian Angels in chains

Tick tocking Croatian beat
Mocking that emotional Maltese break up
Romania finally not forgotten
euro music returns after two years
kevin wright Feb 11
One degree dries our throat
Two degrees and drown out your sorrows
Three degrees, head for the tree lined beaches at the poles
Four degrees and a space taxi to book
Climate change, thirsty work in the future, someone will always make a buck!
kevin wright May 2020
retrace our steps
take a chance
by what means
holy sum

       going back
       our design
       choose the options
       a designers jeans
       a healthy reward

in the moment
the world over
cutting the cloth
the selling concept

      thinking out a loud
      in a tube
      opening expo 2020
      it matters to me
      eternal life

whose WHO

      another generation
      a genetic double
     100 perfect
     facsimile & co

                              Introspective back going
                              steps retrace our design
                              take a chance choose the options
                              by what means a designers jeans
                              holy sum a healthy reward
                              in the moment thinking out a loud
                              the world over in a tube
                              cutting the cloth opening expo 2020
                              wherefore it matters to me
                              the selling concept, eternal life
                              futuristic another generation
                              interjection a genetic double
                              prerequisite 99.9% perfect
                              whose WHO, Facsimile & co.
'Designer' poem that mimics the experimentation process that occurs in genetics
kevin wright Sep 2021
Four artists and a preacher on mountain top
Reign over their emotions
And spinning hands
Clinging to a mothers mouth
Modelled through souls connected

With these tendrils
An eye to their future
Reachs out into a valley of dreams
The poetic centre sweeps hearts on fire
The sunset smiles over jubulation

The Junipers final days
Are sworn to the eye watching over the
The depth of space
The ashes of space are drawn into its center
A greater peace now invaded the hum.
based on an art installation in Riba Roja, catalonia. The four artists unveiled the piece yesterday accompanied by poetry spoken by the artists and a art teacher who was set on distant rock formation. All overlooking a small valley of olive trees as the sunsets over a mountain range and the river Ebre. This poem was my immediate response and reply to the artists and their installation.
kevin wright Jan 2021
Face up to reality of this poem
It will not delight
It will not change your life
It will not rhyme

Thoughts are triggered
Feelings are hurt
Its complexity should not be ignored
It cannot be read once

Our minds harden to a cruel world
Mindful to see
To acknowledge the pain
To seek a personal meaning

To exchange a suffering for a flower
To enchant a hurt with a love
To speak not read the poem
To, that is more important than to fall out of..

Become that singularity
Seek your own strength
Forgive the past
Dont wait, make it happen
unusually i wrote this in one go after reading many of today’s poems on hello poetry, many of the poems i saw had not been read! What effort people put into their poems and ignored by the many. The benefits of reading & in particularly speaking them (providing they are not extremely offensive) outweighs  not understanding  their meaning or not initially enjoying them. Perhaps i was a little cross with humanity today, apologies.
kevin wright Feb 2021
I proffer my heart
It is everything to me
Will I be brave
or will I falter

An empty doorstep
The flower lifted its head
A flush of leaves enwrapped
The unsigned note of love

Valentine once a debaucherous act
To please an insecure God
My poignancy is purer
The undying search

The flower opened its petals
Our eidetic images captured on its dewy surface
My nose sensed the aroma
I tenderly close the door

Before me a luminescent portal  
A compelling telepresence  
We stride in union
Our serene sensual world

A plucked heart string
A spoken awkward sound
Touched by this intimate moment

I will care for these flowers
Thy vessel I will purify
I will undress the bonds
I will share them with my heart

I write for the world to see
On my window
Exuded media social
Phoned all I knew

MISSING     my ‘Valentine’
                     ‘Thank you
                      The flowers touched my heart
                      Let’s meet and speak’

The upshot
No looking back
The quest renews
In a large world go out and find your valentine
kevin wright Dec 2020
Its a time of year when bad ghosts are bold

Praying on the wronged and lonely
Undermining the abused
Ingratiating addictions
Gloating on the unlucky
Misdirecting the dispossessed

When in need good ghosts abound
Floating in an evanescent state
When minds are in need
They will appear
Battling for your good

Settling deep into my pillow
Presents are wrapped
The alarm is set
Christmas eve is passing
Dreams are stirring

Past times were good
Caution thrown to the wind
Countenance the excesses
Trivialised life balances
Is life not perfect

A ghost of the present arrives weighed down with self-doubt
Wearily it rests at my feet
Legs now  restless and cold
My eyes begin to flicker
Ears open with intent

" Viral incandescence haunting the weak and poor
Spreading disquiet and envy
Exploiting inequity and race
Setting one against another

Courage is sought
Repairing the balance
In search of thou caring will
And self-sacrifice"

A virtuous ghost gravitates to me

"The hands of life share the heavy weight on one’s shoulders
Knowledge engages the truths
Words open the mind
Exercise engenders the body
Fellowship lessons the pain"

A learned ghost of times to come brushes past my outstretched hand
"If able to support
Give time to others
Respect them all
Inspire to change"

A worldly ghost alights like a bird on my knee
"Spread good will to all creatures
Work against suffrage
Believe in your role
Seek the eco-goal"

Four ghosts now await my waking
They came in the anonymity of darkness
My eyes now laden, dreams confused
Which one will close my head on its way home?

My alarm bellows 'Its Christmas morning'
The house is quiet
My mind is alive
Who needs my help first?
So much to do

Another year is ending
Decide wisely thy moral standing
Help others whose ghosts are wanting
Reject the ghosts of your choosing
Belief in you, as you believe in others
a time to reflect, be gracious, to rest and enjoy. Don’t wait for your ghosts to arrive, use your time to make a change, our own ghosts are not to be feared.
kevin wright Jul 9
Rounded corners in the emptiness of each day
He saw the glow of joy within those eyes
If only one percent was true
The luckiest person alive

Streeting to the stars on a white powder trail
Descending the loyalty stairs on a alcoholic bacchanal
Staged performing in drag and crown
Tonsils in tune to the words of rhyme

Fragility a shield of strength
Respecting humanities brawn
Thirty percent a masquerade
Seventy percent glinting diamontic hits

A marriage of soul (s)
Happiness, a price worth earning
Friendship, no money required
Farewell Reggie Dwight
Watched the film about Sir Elton John and needed to write this poem
kevin wright Oct 2021
Halloweens eyes lighting the route to ones heirs

Cherishing this time of celebration

Bonding in spirtual harmony
Celebrating a Halloween for the family and those who have passed away
kevin wright Oct 2021
Climate rides the sinking land
Promiscuous tongues of fire exposes the earth to fiery heavens
A lassoo tightens with each contortion
Summer locks horns with wintery violence

The spinning world starts to wobble
Poles apart, partying Northern lights at equatorial heights
Magnetic distractions finese the tectonic porcelain
****** lands ***** by volcanic fracas

Ozone aztec sacrifice on narcotic high
Purply blue sun corona in
     smoggy  vistas
Screen factor 1000 and UV suit for hire

Saragassum sea flow over lowland fare
Uplands melt into tempestal seas
Lakes  arise over pregnant ponds
Baked cookie continents totally bisected

Adulturated Ice warms watery jacuzzi abysses
Locusts devour restaurant menus
Seaweed choking the take away flow
Extinct mammoths refuel the flames

A dithering world 'Copping out'
Vivaldis music but a dream
A tribute act all that remains
COP26 its not too late
Thought provoking fiction or fact? Who knows what some poet will say in 50 years!
Can COP 26 harness the rampant climate? This is a rewrite of the orignal version
kevin wright Jul 19
The worlds an oven, don’t stoke to endure!
Smoky remains of countryside roar
Our sun cloaked in an evil orange shadow

Steely Nth degrees
Sweating pores, to fill the buckets
Suffocating air, must close the windows!

Surfaces too hot to bear
Water now steam cleaning my lungs
Bury me deep, cremate me not!

Switch off the air con
Hang up the car keys
Move over in your bed, for plants to share!
kevin wright Nov 2021
A sense of belonging where I stand
My hand scoops earth of forebearers from below my feet
Its faith exudes through my fingers
Streaming through body, kin and all

This place of sanctuary
Our world remains unquestioning, it needs our support
Where you and I, live and love
And one day become the earth
The taking of earth connects us to our ancestors.
kevin wright Dec 2020
Its winter, cold, stark and yet beautiful
Hearts bounded to this existence
Fingers interlocked
Warming soul breath blows across the palms
Sanguine legs warmed against heated stove

     Human in thinking, doing and being

The virtuous kettle starts to boil
Truculent steam sinks quickly to the floor
Tea leaf’s start to surf on the gathering tsunami
Stale scones start to brown on the stove
Honey eases the dry scones path to oblivion

     Human to absorb, resist and learn

A heavy coat and the door open
Scarfed mouth and nose brace the sub-zero air
Dogs paws, skiter across the frozen boards
Winter boots crunch the snow emblazed path
Outside loo engaged

     Human to explore, try and teach

Spaded snow bound potatoes lifted and sacked
Encrusted river trounced and bucket filled
Animals fed and watered
Mucked and swilled
Back aching and poulticed

     Human to be tolerate, effect and apt

Potted vegetable dances a tango with dried lentils
Slices of dried sausage thrown in for good measure
Stew partying all day long
One bowl for the dog and one for its master
Liquify the flour for a batch of scones

     Human to dream, play and appreciate

Gods hang out heavenly green curtains to dry
Driving freezing winds blow for weeks
Trees groan from the strain
Animals cower in vain
A frozen river provides no fish

     Human to choose, empathise and endure

Banks of glazed snow
Moonlit evangelical trees
Malls of Isolation, lonely, impenetrable but ajar
Welcomed aestivation spreads its joy
The curtain on spring time is drawn free of an icy grip

     Human to protect diversity, past and future

Bear trails getting closer
Time for the dog to earn its keep
The scent is taken
The hunt commences
The scope picks up the target
The young bear is marking its new territory

     Human to destroy, interfere and absolve

Pull the trigger
The sound echoes around
Crows explode into the sky
A small cloud of snow billows up
The bear now heading East
A few judicious air shots keep it heading away

     Human to observe, savour and respect

Ice starts to give way to the warming sun, air and water
Time to check and prepare the boat
Set the nets in the river
Cherish natures delicate flowers
Let the animals out to graze

     Human in relaxing, changing and evolving

Enjoy riverine skinny dips
Untangle knotted hair
Adrift in the shallow pool
Newly skinned dragon-fly cruises
Preened wagtail eyes up the feast

     Human to feel, laugh and cry

Cleansed of winter odours
Calloused fingers ****** with beeswax
*** boiled doused clothes
Gaping holes where threads fail
Skin soaked in warming rays

     Human to theorise, invent and engineer

Wading through heaving rivers
Enjoying fresh food again
Bountiful mushrooms
Plentiful hunting, trapping and fishing
New born in the sty

     Human to aspire, educate and archive

Turn over the vegetable patch
Dig in the winter compost
Embed tatties and vegetables
Potato atomiser goes for spirited liquid
Wood logging, stacking to cure

     Human to navigate, articulate and embody

Day tripping ventures
Mail pick up and friends reunited
Provision shopping and wares sold
Dental extraction
Hair curtailed

     Human to socialise, protest and survive

Time to be bitten by the flying blighters
Darkness gives way to the light of all day
Abundant berries and supplies of jam
Visit downstream farms with homemade fruity scones
Piglet bartering for shorn wool

     Human to be mortal, resilient and dependable

Dry fish and meat
Start to restock the wood supplies
Collect the honey bounties
Contemplate the shortening days
Drying pools and amorous clouds of pollen

     Human to shape, fill and transform

Rewiring damaged fencing
Barn hinge annealed
Bury another dog mauled victim
Re-shingled roof gaps
Collapse into bed every night

     Human to lead, serve and follow

Reddening foliage
Stores a brimming
Sacking of nuts
Smoking fish and magic mushrooms
Last visit to the doctor before the freeze

     Human to make life worth living

Watch the last of the departing birds
Snuggle up with a moonshine viewing the rising moon over mountain peaks
Card and spin the wool
Pull out the knitting needles for the first jumper of the production year
Hibernation and snows will seal the year

     Love to be a human
A multitasking thought poem, three poems in one, can be read as one, or as three poems. (Stanzas, verse, stanzas and verse).
Whos says its a mans world. human currency
kevin wright Jan 2021
Human in thinking, doing and being

absorb, resist and learn

explore, try and teach

tolerate, effect and apt

dream, play and appreciate

choose, empathise and endure

protect diversity, past and future

destroy, interfere and absolve

observe, savour and respect

relaxing, changing and evolving

feel, laugh and cry

theorise, invent and engineer

aspire, educate and archive

navigate, articulate and embody

socialise, protest and survive

be mortal, resilient and dependable

shape, fill and transform

lead, serve and follow

make life worth living

Love to be a human
I have split out this poem from my original poem on being human north of the 60th parallel
kevin wright Feb 2021
I lie close to you, dawn approaches
Your sleeping form, a portrait of tranquillity
The air lifts a down feather
  in cartwheeling motions with each breath
Yours eyelashes raise in gratifying embrace

The blue light stirs the blossoming white clouds
We walk through the winds of time together
Where decisions are faced
Now standing in your shadow
You stand in mine

We sit in hearty discussion
This food of thought quenched with conception
A drink reflecting your smile
You hold my hands in loving fidelity
I place this shawl around your shoulders of strength

My pen is running short on prose
Your care replenishes the vacuum
The paper is shrinking before my eyes
Your tenacity overcomes the shortcomings
This desk has room for two

I build a roof over your head
And you a floor on which we live
Gazing through a window, onto the fields of destiny
A framed doorway beckons our pathway
Our feet barely leave a mark

The ark follows on our tide
Our tears are the lily pads the staging posts
   as we wonder through lace drapes
Each delicately balanced step
  reflects our tight rope existence
Our laughter the light
  which buzzes with pollen loaded lifes vapour

Shared music within, speaks volumes on a drum string
Our harmony reaches notes, in distraction unheard
Together we carry an empty suitcase
There is much to fill this
Our creation.... our life.... ours to share

Tonight we sleep together
How fortunate we can be to have found  that person, or a pet, who parallels our existence, excesses of modern society a distraction.
kevin wright Jun 2020
Three little words
formed in the æther

the eyes a gleaming
a perfect reply

fragrance encircles
the allure now applied

hearts now laden
pennaceous feathers

our senses are full
on a petalled volcanic rue

we struggle to breathe
yet the air is still

a humming bird tastes
pure is the nectar

eyes alighten
through preening wings
now and always
perched in harmony
as free as a bird but bonded for ever the love birds
kevin wright Jun 2020
As my time comes to an end
the trees take me in

no longer camouflaged
i become the leaf,
i will visit this world when the light appears
i will grow strong

i will give my self to who ever needs my body
they will be part of me
i can recover
my feet are firmly planted

when my time to sleep draws near
my colours will change
i withdraw with the dimming of the light
my carcass will be absolved into earth

i watch
i listen
i feel
My time to return to retirement approaches fast. My energy has been devoted to help those in need, now in writing its time to recover. My poems may start to dissapear with time.
kevin wright Nov 2020
It’s a moment in time to own
To wish upon a cake
Reflecting tenderly
This slice of time to melt one’s heart

Friends, reviving and full of fun
A glass of champagne
Invites sparkly family love
A time to enjoy that year in your life
wrote today for someones enjoyment, if its your birthday today, Happy Birthday
kevin wright Oct 2021
Reds and yellowing browns abound
Morphing landscapes transform portrait lines
Mellowing in summer Oils dancing with
  deepening water colours on dusky days

Picture perfect colours
   on soft crumbly walls
Fragments of stairways rise up into the past
Openings blocked, hide secrets past
Wild flowers grace battled walls

The last of the visitors absorb a growing space
Cultural vistas and quieter staging
Workers usher in darker days
Candles enlighten develing merriment

Champenoise tickling sensitive noses
Wine and juices mind sedating
Truffles caressing palated caverns
Salads party with sweet tomatoes
   drizzled in olive oil

Summer adventure stories exchanged
Schools new starters torn from their mother's arms
Playgrounds emptied
Bells call to order obeyed

Last of the grape harvests
Wood stocked for winter fires
Bulging olive trees eyed for picking
Pickers make their way home

The season's start again
Young now older
The land sheds its skin
Only a visit to this village is now planned
The last in a sequence of 4 seasonal poems for the provencal village of Lacoste.
kevin wright Jul 2020
Below the arms of rambunctious pink vigour
dappled in leaf like shapes
an expeditionary line of soldiers
counters a returning line of sated mandibles
a olive stone hovers in line

'spem in alium' a warbler throats
amongst the cherry’s fruits
tickled with the morning’s warmth
another builds the morning chorus

a caressing swift kiss the tree tops
butterflies wandering their brief path
ruffling on warm air through poppy in memorium
a bee dips in a jubilant flower

above a pointy hill
clad in medieval remains
a source guarded by pillared stones
the clock tower strikes its hourly pulse

encouraged by a marquis ghost
artisans prepare the blank canevas
intoxicated by its fibres
arts fourth dimension is transfused

the clink of glass
a gurgle of rosé
a shuffle of one nethermost
scissor crossing of delicate bangled ankles

a delving hand into a pannier
a cracking of a baguette skin
goats cheese melts on the tongue
matched by spicy sausage

a tractor awakens
engulfed by swarms of gleaming cycles
swathed in coutered body suits
hidden behind go faster sunglasses

quilted vine groves sprout
give birth to a Provencal lawn
seasoned kegs breath their first gasps
quintessential blue fills our eyes

calm are the days
quick is the inspiration
cool are the colours
cherish the vitality
a village in provence, musical interlude of Tallis, daily life
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