Category Archives: Poetry

Abstracts Together

Abstracts together

(Left to right from the top):

Down through scaffolding
Figure 1
Abstract on the diagonal
Unresolved
Running Animals
Working Guitar

Words passing onto paper as abstracts developed:

Obliterating to find…pen line intuition…passing hooks…cerulean blue with essential direction line…with tension giving lines…without over spending…tie up…shapes vying for attention…multi-filled piece…spiral platform…enmeshed head…patterns in life and art…the work that cranes do…where does it all end…dynamic brought full out…a barrage of abstraction released upon the world…pale fire…an abstract a day keeps the doctor away…only jokin’…laybrynth…this looks better with music…abstract enjoined…don’t let this fool you…

abstracs together

Life’s Culture

Life’s Culture

We love the drum solo
We love the sound of those
harmonious chords
We like this song of quirky sound
We like this poem of balance and
rhythm and rhyme

Great voice –
these words work tenfold
over and
above the norm

Latch on to that saxophone –
how it curdles and percolates
the
coffee of sound

And now reach over and
turn up the volume
For that supremo –
of investigative jazz guitar

Oh Spanish one! How skilful
you play
What’s that you say?
No – haven’t heard of him –
but I will at weekend’s repose

Great work –
originality – is it a long lost word?
– time for it’s resurrection

Be bappa bappa ba –
bappa bappa ba…
Do you know that one?

Lend me that book would you?
The cover splurge stirs my interest

A new what shop? Record shop?
Wow! Back in time here we go…

See you in the restaurant with
my MP3’s
A slice of cake?
Hmmm no….

Paint me a picture – I want to
order one now
Money has unexpectedly arrived

So I will indulge myself
in one of your works.
Better still I will call up to see
them soon…

No I won’t ask how long it took
to paint
And last but not least –
make sure it’s in watercolour

The simple things in life
Lasting indentations on the brain.

Advanced Regression

ADVANCED REGRESSION

Dancing – advancing leaps and bounds
“Comparatively speaking”
I hear no one say

Mankind has embryo’d – and stem celled –
and conjured with his DNA –
and experimented and concluded –
and thinks to have found a way

For with his knowledge increase
He hopes to take away all defeat
And per-fect himself –
when new ways are found

Stoned on his success
He ignores the dismay

Of a world gone further wrong
In a multitude of ways

He thinks –
To Increasingly solve corruption’s claim
But makes the same
mistakes
over and over again

What’s been done –
compared with what has not?

What’s been achieved
pales before the mess
civilisation has got

There’s need for the realisation
That man won’t reach self-perfection
But those puffed up with knowledge
Will rise in reaction
With a self-styled salvation

Rejecting they think
‘pie in the sky’
for ‘meat on the plate’

But God’s handiwork is found
profound – all around

The maker’s hand that made it all
plain to be seen without a doubt

No written guarantee –
for an extra charge
will assuage corruption
Rather:

”Mountains fall on us in our fears”

The day has come for a
A wake up call perhaps too late

As the supersonic – stem-celled world
totters on its wobbly legs of achievement
and the world is folded up like a garment.

Don’t take away from the good it can bring?
Indeed no – but there is always too far to go.

Stop and think it over:
Mental blindness –
Ostrich head in the sand
Achievements seduction

millions annihilated –

while we speak
and still
don’t understand.

Now hear this!

NOW HEAR THIS.

Now hear this! Now hear this!
All manner of persons go forth
and multiply…

Multiply goodwill towards all men
See to it – pronto

You all know
That’s the way to travel

Willing another’s highest good
But in return
you might get a stomach churn

As man’s inhumanity to man
in churlish action
drops his fellow man to the ground…

…for what might sound a reasoned cause
But becomes a mess of wires crossed

As violent natures all askew
Throw caution to the wind and
unrestraint
casts aside

all but the
cuckoo’s eggs

I only am left?

But there is seven thousand who
have not bowed the knee to Baal

Of sober exchanged character they be
who follow the dove and the lamb
to see

If the time has arrived for departure.

And what’s more they often in rickety
ride are tossed for a time
but
– return, rest, renew, – peace sublime

Finding themselves again
at His feet
What does this mean?

Run out of steam and
they gain a greater strength

Strength to endure
to the end
and
so shall be
– fully set free

Cholesterol

CHOLESTEROL

Eating my peanuts one by one
Can’t say it’s any more fun
But the doc said my blood count call
Getting near – too much cholesterol

But what to do?
Not exactly a dilemma – that’s true
Still one would like to know
What food to forgo

So look at this – look at that
What to eat – what have we got?
Too much of this – too much – of fat
Chew ten nuts – instead of all that I’ve got

Restraint on hands – into the pockets
Before cholesterol skyrockets
But at the end of the day
I’m still confused – so I’d better pray

If you’re like me you want a balanced diet
To stop cholesterol running riot
Still – ‘we live to eat another day’
Well – really – what else can I say?

The End Once Before

THE END ONCE BEFORE

Nothing left as was…
No ancient time of stuff
still standing

Nothing further to say
No Albatross or
penguin waddle
No one about

No further glimpse
of something new

Just marking time

And when it’s you (Noah)
you give all you’ve got

To help these creatures
find non-extinction

All these in a row
Into the ark they go

As it was in his day
Two by two of every kind

Where you there?
Then you don’t know
If it was otherwise

“But…” says
contradictions voice
You weren’t there either

Exactly Monsieur
So the only proof either way

Is not a man’s theory
of origins
But a reference book
Out permanently on loan
on freedom’s library ticket

Look for yourself –
The story is told
of flood – rain induced
– of deluge overwhelmingly
great – and as it was in those days
– so shall it be
before the next Great phenomena.

As it was in flood’s time
So it shall be in latter day
Giving and taking in marriage
still around
Skeptic unbelief and disdain
for the
Noah man’s message

Man’s heart only evil continually?
Well –
“it’s not ‘dark’ yet but it’s getting there”

The flint strikes the steel
A metaphor
for the glimpses of light
That show the way out
of the dark tunnel of
spiritual darkness

Climb on board two by two
three by three
Whatever it takes

Listen to the trumpeted message
In your own heart
Calling you
to call upon
The name of The Lord.

Country and City

COUNTRY AND CITY

And as he looks out over the parapet
of the hill on high
He adopts a studious stare
And steps outside himself to
have a look
at his philosophical pose

Acting like his own mirror
he adjusts his hat
and re-engages his stare
And his contemplative pose

Who knows
he may (in his unbelief)
come up with something.

Something to explain this vista that
stretches out before his eyes
Look at it.
Look at the nooks and crannies,
the highs and lows of bulbous
mounds that
outline into abstraction
when seen another way

Looking again –
“What do you see?” He asks himself
I see greens and blues and
purples and browns and
greys and yellows…
and stones and bracken and
mingled entertaining nuances of
stick upon stick
and glimpses of hidden rocks and
exposed heather

“What do I see indeed..?”
Miles and miles…

This will do for now
This moment and moments
will pass
And back to the city I must go

Bringing with me a
wrecked jigsaw memory of it all

But the city has its own character –
I will studiously stare-it-out too –

Until it produces something
– unto a completed picture
Jigsaw wrecked again by
another trip to the country regions
of outskirts

“Where shall I dwell in my old age?”
is another question
Unanswered until old age

To claim one above the other is to
flip a coin and leave it to chance.

But if I am to be a promo man –
the country has stolen the edge
To give you the invitation:
“Go west young man, and
spare not the horses…”