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Poets
POETS
We’re not here to procreate
(Opposite directions)
Smile, wave as we pass
Speak our truth and be gone
Toast To Authors
TOAST TO AUTHORS
Fruits fresh from much foraging
Picked out and picked over
For browsing, brooding, brewing
Through fermentation, evaporation
Concentration and distillation
The initial insipid tipple
Of the mundane commonplace
Emerges new born from the nib
Or more likely these days
The fingertips and screen
Fortified and now 100 proof
So savour slowly this potent elixir
That our writers have pored over
And now pour for us freely
So pause and drink their health
Calliope’s Children
CALLIOPE’S CHILDREN
You stoke and provoke
Open up countless chasms
Too vast to orate
Conjuring such wild answers
Few are they who dare reply
Comradeship
COMRADESHIP
We each swim through time
Spewing words like light and dark
But what do we build?
Illusions and delusions
Glad to have encountered you
Forever Amber
FOREVER AMBER
……………………………………………………………………………………………………….For Roger Z
Seeing nothing
Beyond pattern
Superimposed
Do I care for you
Or is it I care more for
My caring for you gone?
Proceeding unhindered
Playing a game
For a while
A different game
A different while
The same play
Where an author lurks
There are no accidents
But pattern-spun plot
And shadows …
Meeting Point (Reposted)
MEETING POINT
Mythmakers all we are
And so meeting
Compare our mythologies
(Like so many have before)
Inner fire and heirlooms
Bounced cheques and littered highways
Dream rivers that disappear into the sand
Heartflow that stops and starts
And the long work of reconstruction
Artists all we are
And so meeting
Compare our artistry
Plain talk with rich recesses
Nuances to old questions
The curl of the cry
At the wellsprings of voice
Hunter at bay
The poet crawls and capers
Across the carnival and charnel-house of life
Fractious fragment of the Creator
Who hath made all things well
Adolescent loneliness
Adult uncertainty
Menopausal anxiety
And senile decay
Actors all we are
Though no spectator views us
And so meeting
Compare our pasts and futures
As all our heres and nows come down to one
Everly Blooming
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EVERLY BLOOMING
Cherry blossoms spring
Showering us with petals
The wagon wheel turns
Arriving then departing
While the static hub sits still
Another
ANOTHER
Another page then
Savaged, ravaged
No pristine virgin
No fallow field
Tell me for why
Is it just rattling
The bars of the cage
Of this our language
Busy busy restraining
Our breathless words
For after all, for after all
Who was it, who was it
Put the me in meaning
Or the em in poem?
