"bui" poems
I've never been to China
I almost went to France,
I missed a flight to Russia once
I only missed by chance
Rome's intoxicating
The air there is sublime
But, I've never been there either
I just didn't have the time
I missed a train to Scotland
Bypassed Wales, and well Why Not?
There's nothing there in Cardiff
Other countries haven't got
I thought about the islands
Bui I do not like the sun
So I thought about a cruse ship
Still, I've never been on one
Alaska, has the mountains
forests wide and big brown bears
But as you can imagine
I've also not been there
I thought about Hawaii
but I never made that trip
I thought about the hula
And I thought I'd hurt my hip
I booked a flight to Cairo
Never went as you could guess
Saw a story on the news one day
And Jesus, what a mess
The pyramids had scaffolding
The place was full of sand
So I stayed home and watched telly
And then that trip was canned
I've never been to Ireland
or Cuba or Ceylon
And at the rate I'm going
It won't be long before their gone
I've thought about the Norway fjords
and lovely Swedish parks
but I've heard that all their fjords are filled
With big man eating sjarks!
I've never been most anyplace
I ever set to go
I'm not sure why I stayed here
I really do not know
Next week I have a trip planned
I'm not going to Spain
And then a fortnight after
I'm not going again!
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 4:52 PM UTC
IN INDIA
ALL SAY
GIRLS ARE NOT THERE
CAN WE ASK
WE WILL GO WHERE?
WHY ALL WANTS A BOY
DO THEY GIVE MORE JOY?
EVEN A GIRL
SAY TO ONE ANOTHER
WHY THEY ALSO WANT ONLY
A BROTHER?
I AM ALSO A GIRL
SO I CAN
UNDERSTAND
BUI IT CANT BE UNDERSTOOD BY A MAN.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
The black robed monk
closed the huge book
his voice echoed
through the church
disturbing dust
from rafters,
et dixit Dominus
ad me,
Dom Joe found me
in the common room
and said I could come
the following year
so I did and left defeated,
parlare con me in tempi bui
the Italian monk said
that time in the cloister
before Vespers,
place a finger here
she said delve in
my silk purse
and I did
soft as kitten fur,
if every little flower
wanted to be a large rose
spring would lose its loveliness
Therese said
some place I read,
perdu avec à Dieu
the French monk said
as I was cutting the hedge
by the drive leading
to the abbey
and he passing,
she took my pecker
in her hand
and like a snake
charmer charmed,
the incense in the air
after Mass still there
at the office of Sext
and I sniffed it in
like one hooked,
Hugh made from wood
a bookshelf
for the common room
to hold the gifts of books
from guests who left,
George polished
the choir stalls
with yellow duster
and tinned wood polish
and elbow grease,
I wanted to lie
in the bed in my room(cell)
until midday sun
but the bell for Matins
tolled and I rose
at 5am to dawn's
dull light,
ecce ****
and I tried to behold
but my eyes saw
only shadows on walls
and mind caves,
Dom James wanted
to smoke but didn't
but nibble his fingernails
and the incense smoke
a reminder in the air
lingering there.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
I feel the storm rolling in...
Dark, swirling, MASSIVE
terrible
Lightning crackles within
Neurotic energy of the storm
Painful and powerful
In my chest,
In my stomach
The press
ure
bui
lds
Can’t get comfortable
Can’t stop thinking
CAN’T STOP THINKING
I want to
SCREAM IT OUT
EXPEL IT
BANISH IT
if only it were that simple...
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
I hunger for fame
As most do
I want to share my voice
And make the world a better place
But how can I share a genuine thought
If fame is born of
Clickbait and emotional charge
"debates" used to sland e r
ha tef ul words thrown a ro u nd to
g rab people's ey es and h e a r t s
as gu lli ble as they a re
used to t e a r a p a r t
a n d t a k e the r u b b l e
to bui ld a name
and a legacy
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC