A day in the life


Simplicity is bliss, fellow poets!

Originally posted on Jane's Musing:

Early morning, mist arising
Over the fields to the bluebell wood
Birds singing sweet dawn chorus
Life has never felt so good

I only see two other souls
A gentle man with his gentler dog
Leisurely walking through the grass
Disappearing in the fog

Beyond the stile, a carpet of blue
Tiny soldiers on parade
Upright, swaying in the breeze
To the unheard song that nature’s made

Turn the corner, business park
Sigh, unhurried through the gates
HGVs and fork lift trucks
Drivers unload with their mates

Down the road, metal mountains
Housing clones in starched grey suits
Private roads and cars are speeding
Faster, past me in my boots

Press the numbers, heavy hearted
Through the door and swipe the card
Into my box on the upper floor
Life has never felt so hard

Lunchtime showers, sun is shining
Rainbows arcing in the skies
Escape the box for sixty…

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“Dark Dances”

Originally posted on Cosmic Heroism:

The dark depresses me,
soul hibernating in this
season of cold things
and distant love.

My self unfurls in curls
of smoke and wispy breath
to form the phrase I
have been looking for:

The milk-near word,
so close to the breast,
so far from the lips;
frozen by arctic winds.

Tomorrow comes slowly,
ends quickly,
and life goes rushing on
in underground tunnels,

subterraneous creatures
chasing wealth, warmth
and a hundred other
tired illusions.

Yet the darkness has
its own kind of clarity,
its own blind revelations
lurking in murky corners

of my manipulative mind,
where magic men
and myth meet,
where the dancing never ends.

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A Shooting Star

I saw a shooting star last night
The moment was enough
To view the world from that great height
A speck of spacial fluff

A bright white rocket ‘cross the sky,
A tail of stardust in its wake,
Blew my mind with questions why
Philosophical thoughts awake

Is my life a shooting star
Burning in a blink through space?
I’m so unsure of who we are
The ponderous human race

Are we more or less than a blink in time?
Will we even leave a mark?
Or shall our efforts shrink in time
Like shadows in the dark?

Will we go out in a Supernova,
Lighting the darkest places,
Or fizzle out when all is over
Without the faintest traces?

If a million years is a blink in time
What meaning has my life?
Are these thoughts a humanistic crime?
Reasons to live are rife

I turn my eyes from the shooting star
To focus on this earth
In my heart I know just who we are
Imbued in me since birth

A New Irish Christmas

Jingle bells
And long farewells
Fresh burns from Ireland’s migrant hell
Flames rose the day the banks all fell

Just like the Earls, the Irish flew
In search of work in pastures new
From Canada, Australia, they had to choose
Family and friends, they had to lose

We see them maybe once a year
Back to share in seasonal cheer
Only to leave before New Year’s
Only renewing our old fears

Fears that burn inside the heart
Will we forever be apart?
Will we live to meet again?
Will we? Will we? Will we? When?

And when we meet, who shall you be?
Someone unbeknownst to me?
Times change, time changes us
Time apart estranges us

A New Irish Christmas of hollow cheer
Wide smiles tainted by a tear
They come with gifts and stories too
Their greatest gift is seeing you


I want to climb the great, white mountains in the sky
Where the sea is up above them, way on high
In that world everything is upside down
The earth is the sky, and the sky is the ground

I want to watch as winged creatures fly along the floor
I want to watch as legged ones walk on air even more
I want to bathe in the pouring rain, falling to the sky
I want to watch the sun rise down, never asking why

Come join me in this world of wonder
Where flying lighting follows thunder
Where the land turns red in a wordless warning
Only needed to be heeded in the morning

Come join me as the land turns red at night
We’ll watch flying shepherds dance with delight
We’ll watch a herd of horses fly through the field
We’ll watch a flying farmer harvest his yield

See the flying fish swim a sea in the sky
I see from your face, you want to know why
This is no place for reason, only for rhyme
For questions and answers we have no time

Come walk awhile on the flat white soil
We’re walking on air, no effort, no toil
We’ll worry no more as birds fly by out feet
Only hope and dream of who we might meet

This land has names, given by many
Creeds and religions, we can choose any
Which name we choose changes the Gods that receive us
Our loved ones at home will never believe us

In Swarga Loka, the heaven of Hindus
We Will meet the great Devi, the powerful Vishnu
Pray we don’t meet him with six arms unfurled
To see him become death, destroyer of worlds

If we walk in the land that they call Tian
We’ll meet many a righteous Chinese man
And maybe, if he’ll grace us,  we’ll happen to see
The great, the powerful, the one, Shangdi

If we walk in the land that they call Shamayim
We’ll meet Israel’s chosen people, beholden to Him
The creator and destroyer, the just, Yahweh
If you’re descended from Abraham, you’re welcome to stay

But here we can’t stay, in the land of the dead
We’re bound to life, all of this is ahead
But to spend a day, just a moment in time
To explore the land, the mountains to climb

I Hope

I hope you understand
I hold my life in my own hand
And I won’t take a knife and cut my wrist, and let it fall
I’m in it til I win it, in it til I get it all

Turn the mountain into mole hills
And climb them one by one
I’ll venture til my soul fills
Won’t stop, I’ve just begun

I hope that you can see
I see the light and it’s on me
And I won’t walk towards it, I’ll bask in its warm glow
Soak up all its energy, and release it in my flow

Turn Goliath into Davids
And fight them duel by duel
Fight them til the day rids
Me of my body’s fuel

I hope that you can hear
Because I’m speaking crystal clear
And I won’t ever tell you of my tale again
So take a seat and listen up as I tell you of when

I turned the darkness into night times
And slept the whole night through
Watched the sunrise as I wrote lines
And turned the sky from black to blue