Long Footpaths Poems

I blame me brother for the likes of this predicament,
when we pub crawled up to Bunyip, and where our night was spent.
Thank God I wasn’t in the driver’s seat, ‘cause we wouldn’t be alive, 
but...

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China Tour Diary Moment #2
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AZURE MOUNTAIN GORGE



Mile after mile we take the China roads;
Highways beckon now as our tour meanders;
Vistas speak beauty as coach bears our load;
Silence fills endow as wind blows plunder.


Springtime in China...

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TO BE, TO FEEL, TO LOVE, TO LIVE, TO DIE

TO BE is that existential moment that defines each of us on our
respective life paths as we each individually acknowledge the
reality of our human existence on...

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I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors,
Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour.

Functionality and beauty were very vital, so I helped customers each day,
To choose materials,...

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The dark wood is breathing blue,

   and sense do I the sweet sound

   of larks and their legendary love,

   and sweeter scents still do I

   drink of...

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I

Hungry earthworms
Forever entombed in the bowels
Of mother earth
Awake

Defy this asceticism and prostrate
For your ultimate destiny
Lies not in the dogmatic 
Steady march along beaten footpaths

Hungry earthworms
These reminiscences of plaintive cooing
They do not placate
Those dethroned, deprived spirits
Of...

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I was walking down the neighbourhood,
reminiscing how it all
used to be where we made believe
that we were nymphs in a wood,
except the once moist earth was parched,
and the once white air was brown...
and footpaths and...

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Grandpa Jim 8/11/17- 2/2/00

First day of fall, I will always think of fall as a celebration of you. It was your 
season.
You always sat back in the chilly , misty mornings of September to appreciate...

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It was just like every other year
Trimming trees with holiday cheer.
Like practiced dancers, we went around
Knowing by heart every carols sound.
There were smells so sweet, but I knew them all
From the cooking of ham to...

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What a sight to behold! A home to immigrants,
a spectacular city rolled with a wealth of arts!
predominantly Catholic with its many facets
its historical resonance and genesis of existence.

While it’s a welcome contrast from other countries,
there’s...

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I Shall Feel Your Touch Always

Whenever I think of you my dearest one regardless of the time of the day,
I sometimes lose myself in moments of deepest introspection, but I know
and realize that “I Shall...

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Well it’s not a laughing matter but I’m grinning once again,
‘cause out of nine of us at work, five have felt the pain,
of suffering as a ‘bloody idiot,’ after having a few beers,
and trying to...

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We did not then believe our lives were written in the sun
And mapped no circle of the stars
Or even the moments brightness when the meteors run
We only saw the land filled with scars:
  ...

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In the heart of the Loire valley
Where the river wends its way
A young dreamer lured by nature
Free of care played music gay
 
As he wandered along footpaths
Playing lightly on his flute
By the vineyards in abundance
And...

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In the heart of the Loire valley
Where the river wends its way
A young dreamer lured by nature
Free of care played music gay

As he wandered along footpaths
Playing lightly on his flute
By the vineyards in abundance
And the...

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Hidden Beneath the Rainbow

Guatemalan villages have rainbows of dreams.
Magical thought whereupon each soul gleams.
Locked by a culture engraved on the soul. 
Harvests where births’ golden customs unroll.

Living antiquated amid pompous brochures
Sleeping upon mats on plank...

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I heard the untamed thudding of the long drum fumbo,
felt the frenzied throbbing of the fumbo
and poignant melodies of the string guitar tongoli 
but through this all I heard you calling me;
and like at the...

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Two men alone with their wounds,
following footpaths in the tall grass
so as not to be seen
by militia.

Stealing pumpkins from farmed fields
chewing on grass stems to ease hunger
Listening to the sound of frogs
And followed to water.

On...

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I stood on the tip of the top of the cliff and looked down,
Though valleys seemed colorful, scenes deep down were grey and brown;
A few freshwater streams were springing from filmy fountains,
Lo, why these ants-colonies...

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Black & White

Rain outside the kitchen
Was filling up all her senses

Heaviness could be heard from all rooms in the house
Fragrance of it, filling up her nostrils and calming her soul
Magnanimity of the pour dwarfing her...

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IN PRAISE OF FOOTPATHS
Across the land a web of footpaths weave
The veins that nourished nation’s interaction
Cross chalk down ridge, and sylvan lane, conceived
By feet of ancient Britons, Celt and Saxon

A mirror web of thought now...

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They ate the carcasses of worms, drunk the blood
Of ants, pests and rodents;
So did this people who dwelt in these anthills.
Till their ailing bodies wreaked, smothered with
Pain and unrest.

They crawled upon the ancient footpaths 
That...

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Rolling pastures of green meadows rise to greet the horizon meeting a deep blue sky, 
Beautiful old Perennial Clovers fill the glades and valleys with sweetness and beauty, 
Yellow Goat’s Beard, Dog Daisies with Chervil,...

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An Indian Boy  II
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That another Indian boy, little boy,
Oh! In rags, unwashed, walking barefoot those roadside footpaths.
Call the Indian scientist sinners
And proud profane politicians
And show them the scene…
Is waiting silently outside the busy shops,...

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“For in your light I dream, as evening takes my hand”

Silently I find my thoughts illumined by your beauty
In soft shimmers of dancing silhouettes
and patterns allowing far away breaths to sigh

Eyes peer into velvet skies,
visions...

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