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Reckoning

RECKONING

The day comes
(If you are still here)
When you look
All around
And see all those favourite
Books, discs, videos

The ace ones
You’re not done with yet
Retained to
Revisit
Though if you started today
There wouldn’t be time

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Better Safe Than Sorry

BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY

Wear my heart on my sleeve
Come hell or high water
I’ve learnt over the years
Better to go short sleeved

True Name

TRUE NAME

You mined me for gold
Your pick in your hand

No don’t mind me no
Ore waste your time
For my gold is mine
And mine alone

Nominal – a loan
A nom de plume
Plucked from the air
Light as morning mist

A feathery tag
Tagged – you’re it!
Thought me caught fast
Not so fast though

Not so fast as you thought
A puff of wind blew me
Up, up and away
You cry out my name

From the still sky
Not even an echo

Mysterious Manifesto

MYSTERIOUS MANIFESTO

In memoriam: Leos Janácek

A wandering madman
Mistrustful and reserved
Unrequited passion
And informal divorce

Consider this I beg
The unfinished diary
Of one who disappeared
To the house of the dead

Gone Astray

GONE ASTRAY

Are we all not One
Black and white, male and female
Why betray Oneself?

Nuptials Ongoing

NUPTIALS ONGOING

She’s always found right
Whereas he’s always found wrong
He’s her perfect match

He’s probably right
Whereas she’s probably wrong
But he keeps the peace

Chiselling at it
Venturing past right and wrong
They’ve found perfect peace

Credo

CREDO

I believe
That when we die
Our bodies return
To the dust they were made of

And our spirit wakes (again)
To the realisation that Spirit transcends
Species, race, gender, sexuality and all that nonsense

What we have only glimpsed of Love
Is fully revealed (once more)
In its wholeness

What foolish things we’ve done
Yet now forgiven

In The Last Moments Of My Christmas Candle (Republished)

IN THE LAST MOMENTS OF MY CHRISTMAS CANDLE

In the nest of a speckled thrush
Which contained some good ideas
I swear
I swear I saw a lamb
Who are you, heart of the flame
Who stand in grace above a dying light?
Sad endings across the hollow lake
Ducks at evening
A glacier of wax
The glass mountain of Nativity
Urbane as a bustling sufferer
The whole world in a flame
If it grew as a sheet of steel
For the hammer of hard fortune

Embrace
Embrace the light
Do not flee before fears of your own face
Or a tree
Hopelessly strong
Though dressed like an artist
I have nowhere to go
There is no flame
No flower without bud
No budding without death
Ah love, to know is to be true
Unsure as a bursting sunflower
On a slender stalk
Living to find the sun
I fear the sharp eyes of the wind

Child
Of a spring and a summer gone by
All my life in a locket round my neck
Containing a few friends
Many books
Many songs
And myself
In flower

Goddess
I see you pretend to die proudly
Neck as a swan’s
But you will bend your back
Cough like an old man
Spitting in the street his lungs
I am the heart of the flame
The tree
The lord of life
Love is all, love is me
I do not need to tell you
Quite uselessly beautiful
You are the cloudless stars
You are the speckled sky

Leave Be

LEAVE BE

Kindness is our magic
Love a tiny flower
Don’t pluck it leave it be
Here’s where our future lies

Begone Enchanting Hatred

BEGONE ENCHANTING HATRED

Inner exploration
Of whatever hatred
Arises within us
Is the only way out

With terror confronted
(Oz’s humbug wizard)
False images dissolve
Love is reunited

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