Somewhere under an eastern sky
I'm floating
I'm diving
I must survive
I'm swimming
And the stars are my guide
Homeward bound on the tide
The river is the determiner
the pull
Through
I look up
And I must remember to forget you
Tuesday, 17 September 2019
Face of heaven
Labels:
Easter
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
river blues
The stars are guiding me home
Its nothing political
I just don't know who I am
Somewhere between
Mother earth and
The horizon I span
A stretch of water
A River heard
The myriad waves
Like sheep I herd
With my oar
Collecting them only to
Ferry them away
Usher of tides
The coming war
What comes in I wonder
On the tides
What am I, flotsam?
Or jetsam?
From your ship
Where I was tied
Hauled anchor
Waylaid
Lied
And capsized
By the tempest
The Tsunami
The Temple bride
Of a watery world
Where I'm
Face down drowning
In space, I'd
Give my left arm for
A life buoy
She cried
And I swam to her rescue
The fescue starving waves
Of dissent
The mobs boil
Like shark infested water
Its nothing political
I just don't know who I am
Somewhere between
Mother earth and
The horizon I span
A stretch of water
A River heard
The myriad waves
Like sheep I herd
With my oar
Collecting them only to
Ferry them away
Usher of tides
The coming war
What comes in I wonder
On the tides
What am I, flotsam?
Or jetsam?
From your ship
Where I was tied
Hauled anchor
Waylaid
Lied
And capsized
By the tempest
The Tsunami
The Temple bride
Of a watery world
Where I'm
Face down drowning
In space, I'd
Give my left arm for
A life buoy
She cried
And I swam to her rescue
The fescue starving waves
Of dissent
The mobs boil
Like shark infested water
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Forgive me
Sand in my hands
I watch it fall
Towers that stand
I want them all
But then I sigh
On fortune's lie
Forgive me
Forgive me
The noble prince
Upon his steed
Rides across the land
Of the living dead
Book once wrote
That I have read
Turn their pages down
Turn them on their head
The colours drain
From the palace wall
Blood stains red
Empires will rise and fall
I cannot hold them in my hand
Forgive me that
Forgive me all
An angel treads
Outside your gate
She draws the line
Between love and hate
I hold my pen
Keep you in my mind
Then when I write
The Farm yard hen
The cuckold's fight
Forgive me
Forgive me
What strange days
Are these that past
Keep ringing the bells
Of freedom's cast
You hear them ring
From hill to hill
What is this love
That they do kill
A love like a swollen
belly's fill
Of the meal
Ever grateful
The autumn leaves turn brown and fall
The questions hang
Their answers call
In the dead of night
In the days enthrall
I watch them all
Forgive me them
Forgive me all
I watch it fall
Towers that stand
I want them all
But then I sigh
On fortune's lie
Forgive me
Forgive me
The noble prince
Upon his steed
Rides across the land
Of the living dead
Book once wrote
That I have read
Turn their pages down
Turn them on their head
The colours drain
From the palace wall
Blood stains red
Empires will rise and fall
I cannot hold them in my hand
Forgive me that
Forgive me all
An angel treads
Outside your gate
She draws the line
Between love and hate
I hold my pen
Keep you in my mind
Then when I write
The Farm yard hen
The cuckold's fight
Forgive me
Forgive me
What strange days
Are these that past
Keep ringing the bells
Of freedom's cast
You hear them ring
From hill to hill
What is this love
That they do kill
A love like a swollen
belly's fill
Of the meal
Ever grateful
The autumn leaves turn brown and fall
The questions hang
Their answers call
In the dead of night
In the days enthrall
I watch them all
Forgive me them
Forgive me all
Labels:
Autumn
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Thursday, 12 September 2019
It's a backwards world
Dreamt of seeing a fox swimming
Then it became a cat, then it got out
Then a fox chasing a cat, and then it was a cat with a dog in its mouth it had caught
But it was still alive apparently underwater
The fox was duped by a chicken
Who had become the sliest of farmyard animals
Convening in corners
Brewing up schemes
Running cartels like the Mafia
Nothing seems to make sense anymore
Cats chase dogs
Cats like swimming
So much that the English Channel
Is full of them doing breast stroke
Dogs hang about on fences and walls
Balancing carefully
Or sunning themselves on window sills
The world is backwards
The birds are rowing in fishing boats
And the fish are flying above in the clouds
Moths tuck themselves up in bed at night
Catholics never have any guilt
Sheep chase wolves through the forest
Ferocious sheep stalk the hills
And Shepherds wear armour to protect
Themselves
Cats chase off Tigers
Wolves are family pets
Lions are nannies
And children keep sharks
In fish tanks
Children are in charge
Little Napoleons
And Churchills
And the politicians are in the play pens
Tossing about hundred dollar Euro bills
The world is upside down
Back to front
Like a turtle with its shell
On the inside
The soul has hardened
The flesh is soft
Tree leaves grow to the shadows
And the roots sprout nuts
Buildings are falling over
And what lies down
Stands bolt upright
The Mountains melt like butter
In the morning sunlight
And Oceans freeze over
Where the camels now tread
While the deserts fill with water
Asleep in ruined cities
That were never made
Then it became a cat, then it got out
Then a fox chasing a cat, and then it was a cat with a dog in its mouth it had caught
But it was still alive apparently underwater
The fox was duped by a chicken
Who had become the sliest of farmyard animals
Convening in corners
Brewing up schemes
Running cartels like the Mafia
Nothing seems to make sense anymore
Cats chase dogs
Cats like swimming
So much that the English Channel
Is full of them doing breast stroke
Dogs hang about on fences and walls
Balancing carefully
Or sunning themselves on window sills
The world is backwards
The birds are rowing in fishing boats
And the fish are flying above in the clouds
Moths tuck themselves up in bed at night
Catholics never have any guilt
Sheep chase wolves through the forest
Ferocious sheep stalk the hills
And Shepherds wear armour to protect
Themselves
Cats chase off Tigers
Wolves are family pets
Lions are nannies
And children keep sharks
In fish tanks
Children are in charge
Little Napoleons
And Churchills
And the politicians are in the play pens
Tossing about hundred dollar Euro bills
The world is upside down
Back to front
Like a turtle with its shell
On the inside
The soul has hardened
The flesh is soft
Tree leaves grow to the shadows
And the roots sprout nuts
Buildings are falling over
And what lies down
Stands bolt upright
The Mountains melt like butter
In the morning sunlight
And Oceans freeze over
Where the camels now tread
While the deserts fill with water
Asleep in ruined cities
That were never made
Labels:
animals
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Love's hide and seek
It should have been obvious
I should have cried
This love's an impostor
It cannot be denied
But did I turn and face the turning of the tide?
Of course I didn't
Truth hater
From her I run and hide
The cloak and dagger
Subterfuge
In the dead of night
The knife beneath the covers
That she slips into your side
Some where between the ribs
Just where the heart lies
Some spreading of the chest
That prises it wide
How I did not realize this when I was asleep
It must have been in a dream I missed
Or smuggled in a kiss
But it was carefully packaged
All the loose ends had been tied
But did I turn and face her
No of course I run and hide
There is a certain stealing
I am loathe to do
Steal the heart while undercover
But of course you pull me through
The black night of my shame
My guilt at having lied
But did I even name her
No, of course I run and hide
There will soon be no place
Where I can conceal my face
There soon will be no alley
Down which have not turned
Can there be a cross
I have not born or a prize
I have not sacrificed
Just the rag I have not burned
Which I hold over my eyes
But did I try to tame her
Of course I have not tried
It is just a game to her
In which I run and hide
I should have cried
This love's an impostor
It cannot be denied
But did I turn and face the turning of the tide?
Of course I didn't
Truth hater
From her I run and hide
The cloak and dagger
Subterfuge
In the dead of night
The knife beneath the covers
That she slips into your side
Some where between the ribs
Just where the heart lies
Some spreading of the chest
That prises it wide
How I did not realize this when I was asleep
It must have been in a dream I missed
Or smuggled in a kiss
But it was carefully packaged
All the loose ends had been tied
But did I turn and face her
No of course I run and hide
There is a certain stealing
I am loathe to do
Steal the heart while undercover
But of course you pull me through
The black night of my shame
My guilt at having lied
But did I even name her
No, of course I run and hide
There will soon be no place
Where I can conceal my face
There soon will be no alley
Down which have not turned
Can there be a cross
I have not born or a prize
I have not sacrificed
Just the rag I have not burned
Which I hold over my eyes
But did I try to tame her
Of course I have not tried
It is just a game to her
In which I run and hide
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Tuesday, 10 September 2019
Love is strange
Love is strange
It's a two faced thing
You stop it one day
The next day it begins
There's a stranger love than
This I'm sure
But it's just like a stranger
Who knocks at your door
Who does love know?
Does love know me?
Is it something I do
Or something I see
Has it tracked me down
To the quarters of this sea
Was it a crime of passion
Or being bored of the city
The Love detective will find you out
Lock you up, throw away the key
It'll leave you in the ball and chains
Bound in irons, they'll shackle thee
They tell you yes
But you say no
No one to impress
Nowhere to go
Loves a stranger in no man's land
Love will rearrange yer
With her hands
Turn you into a different self
So you'll be a stranger
Like nobody else
Always wanting to make friends
Loves new in town
It doesn't know how it ends
Nobody's shown love the big picture
It just goes where it goes
It's happy to meet yer
Love answered honestly "I did not know that"
When in its heart it's already
Thrown in its hat
But you know it doesn't like to boast
It isn't like that
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Wednesday, 4 September 2019
Shifting scenes
Everything that happens
Happens for a reason
The happening, the occurrences
Of fate
The stars turn on a steel wheel
But who turns them
Are invisible forces
Of love
And possibly hate
Possibly an analogue of love
Or an antithesis
An absence of it
Like Space
The space between
Us
The digital of love
Are 0s and 1s
The binary dialogue
Between two people
Each quantifiable
In strings and characters
That make sense to some
Arcane programmer
Like God
But the analogue of love
Is in fractions of a dial
That is turned
Its in vibrations of energy
In a field around us
In waves it comes
Similar in its difference
To particles and waves
In the quantum field
We two are entangled forever
On a molecular level
Our atoms somehow merged
Their bonds somehow stretched
To encompass one another
And it has left us this feeling complex
Perplexed us
Nothing can be done but to breathe
Through it
There are negatives and positives in the universe
And all energy must keep in balance
So if love is destroyed at the same moment
Somewhere else it is created again
The universe will never run out of this stuff
It is the opposite of space
It is the filling in of the void
It is the feeling that can never be destroyed
And we will see each other again
I promise
Happens for a reason
The happening, the occurrences
Of fate
The stars turn on a steel wheel
But who turns them
Are invisible forces
Of love
And possibly hate
Possibly an analogue of love
Or an antithesis
An absence of it
Like Space
The space between
Us
The digital of love
Are 0s and 1s
The binary dialogue
Between two people
Each quantifiable
In strings and characters
That make sense to some
Arcane programmer
Like God
But the analogue of love
Is in fractions of a dial
That is turned
Its in vibrations of energy
In a field around us
In waves it comes
Similar in its difference
To particles and waves
In the quantum field
We two are entangled forever
On a molecular level
Our atoms somehow merged
Their bonds somehow stretched
To encompass one another
And it has left us this feeling complex
Perplexed us
Nothing can be done but to breathe
Through it
There are negatives and positives in the universe
And all energy must keep in balance
So if love is destroyed at the same moment
Somewhere else it is created again
The universe will never run out of this stuff
It is the opposite of space
It is the filling in of the void
It is the feeling that can never be destroyed
And we will see each other again
I promise
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
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