Category Archives: Poetry

Heart Friends

HEART FRIENDS

A true friend then
Is not that coward
Who’s too fearful
To risk your anger

Yet brave enough
To bitch about you
To other people
In your absence

It took you years
To recognise this
But the other kind
Don’t even notice

Not A Car But A Vision

NOT A CAR BUT A VISION

Antara her name she told me.
Sanskrit, with a literal meaning:
“In the middle; in between; within”.
Quietly manifesting this current skin
Magnificent? That and then some!

Sneaking Senility

SNEAKING SENILITY

I didn’t forget
To do it but I forgot
That I had done it

Disgraceful Misnomers

DISGRACEFUL MISNOMERS

Without compassion
Our projections are no god
Worthy of the name

City City City City City

CITY CITY CITY CITY CITY

Here in this city
In this mockery of life
Life eluded me
It eluded everyone
While few noticed its absence

The Coping Mechanism

THE COPING MECHANISM

Nothing worries us
Alarm clock keeps going off
But we just press “Snooze”

Song of the Soul

belas bright ideas

I grew up amidst plenty, Depression-era
lack transformed into expensive Japanese
silk paintings hung above a cut glass table,
black lacquer chairs, raw silk seats reserved
for holidays unfit for seven children, dreams
of people I never really knew, though
they precipitated my life;

I might have preferred distressed plank flooring
and a wood-fired oven over cork and carpet
and all the confusion, byproducts of too much
striving and not enough stillness;
motivations well understood by me now,
having thrown myself into enough fires
to acknowledge and amend miscues, misdeeds;

Like Arjuna in the Baghavad Gita,
many have have beheld the face of divinity
as it exists in all creatures and life forms
everywhere, whether perceived as good or bad;

I, too, tremble at the feet of this knowing.

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Memory Lane

MEMORY LANE

I quite like
revisiting
ancient haunts;

lightly caressing
the memories evoked.

I learnt long ago
the foolishness
of regret,

of expectation
or disappointment.

Books Rule (A Four By Six)

BOOKS RULE

Recalling a childhood
Seeking companionship
Family or authors?
Sad to say no contest

Flowers

FLOWERS

Flowers I love for
They leave me be

So sing me to sleep then
Then sing me awake again
O sing me to death and back

Before sheepishly I cry wolf
Both before and then after
Bayed, bays, bays and shall bay

“Have you splayed and displayed?”*

Lately lapsed warden strayed
Way far beyond the garden fence
Among the shadows in the wood
Took an unexpected turning
Somewhere down the line

Washed up hereabouts drowning
Within my own drying bones
While the near by is far awry

Empty of troths
Truths opinions
Until one lone day
Alone no more
No less

Retired to lick my wounds

Noli me tangere
No mean danger
No bedroom headroom

Collidoscope† collapsing
Time to fight my own fight
Overstand the web of soul

For flowers I love for
They leave me be

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* “For those of you who live elsewhere “Have you paid and displayed?” is a common sign in English car parks, referring to purchasing a ticket from a machine on arrival that needs sticking on your windscreen to cover a specific time period.” (https://365project.org/casablanca/365/2017-06-03)

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