Day: August 29, 2016

Imprisoned spirits

How like a prison is my cubicle;
A prison,a trap, a cell,a place of fear.
For humans,this is truth indubitable;
We need to roam ,to see,to smell,to hear.

Yet in the bureaucrat realm , we must observe,
The rules laid down by generations gone.
And from their ancient code ,we cannot swerve.
Even if by rules we are undone.

Did Archimedes    sail boats  in his bath?
Did Moses fear to see the burning bush?
Did Einstein follow someone’s else’s path?
Did Socrates give voice to utter trash?

Imprisoned spirits are to revolution called.
Unless by Ariel they would be mauled.

Homeless person

You who never knew a home
Never feel quite free to roam.
Fall into your cosy bed.
And roam free in your dreams instead.

A friend who never texts you back
Cares not that he care may lack.
‘T is a proof that he would rather
Be self absorbed than do a favour.

If your husband gives you money,
Sends you out to buy more honey.
‘T is a proof of his sweetness.
Therefore goodnight and may God bless.

 

 

What to eat for dinner,what to wear

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What to eat for dinner what to wear
When to start to write,and what to bare
When to clear the  rubbish,take a break
When to throw stuff out or make a cake.

When to  think of my vocation in this life
When to be myself and when a wife.
When to clean and polish my own words
When to wash the pots and feed the birds.

Hierarchical my needs and wishes are
Yet randomly I act with unthought care.
When to write a list of what to do.
When to rest and, melancholy, think of you.

Do I feel the world’s a better place because I write?
Do I pass the time in fear of what awaits?
Do I need to take a long retreat?
If I am a  poet,I’m a beat.

Widows  have no obligations  like a  wife
In this way it is a simpler life.
Yet the word defines us by our man
Even though he’s lost and gone again.

The loving gaze

What constitutes us  is the loving gaze
We’re held and seen  and so we know ourself
Long shadows from the past and childhood days
Connect us to the life   in us displayed
Words come later,phrase by holy phrase.
Freely given love’ s our  human wealth
What constitutes us  is the loving gaze
We’re held and seen  and so we know ourself

Breath

Sometimes writing makes me breathe differently.
I can see the silence settle around me,
Like a prayer shawl.
i accept it gratefully.
There’s a thin feeling to the day
As if the sun might have tried harder
to come through
But it had a blue feeling
And the clouds were greedy,
Wanting too much to melt
And shed their moisture.
Some perfume please,I think it was £27.99
Yes,I like that one even more than jasmine oil.
Pour it down over London
Like a blessing.
A black woman laughed and patted my arm,
You’re so funny,she cried.
And I smiled coyly
As if someone hidden was taking my photograph.
Sometimes life’s too sweet
And needs a little pepper.
The chair creaks as I lean forward
Trying to see everything at once
As if it all happened now,not yesterday.
Where is yesterday today?