Long Ostracised Poems

"Artificial Iris"


Orwell was lurking in the background, somewhere;
the dream was eerily familiar, 
the words and their meanings, read in Syntax,
once read between pages of hardcopy in school 
were aptly ignored - 

however, 
our Overlords were...

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Back in two thousand plus some years more of five,
When computers I'd just met, didn't yet with jive;
When a computer was just a box of technology,
A box of fascination and luring like a giant mystery,
I...

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With a wag of tail and tongue bedraggled
dogs drag their owners to frolic off-leash
in parks devoted to dog meets dog dalliance and play.

Despite their authority, the owners know each
not by the owner’s names, but by...

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Brother Gaus


Gaus is a Rainbow man
Only that he’s not curved.
He’s just a miscellany
That makes him striking.
Gaus has a funny knack
Of repairing any gadget
Can do so with anything
Except repairing himself.
He can service the lot
Except his own...

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Alone he sat on the cold soft sand
Gazing at the ocean
Reflecting on his life 
Overcome with emotion

His dad left when he was young
Never to return
His  mother checked out slowly
It was the bottle she did...

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My head beats incessantly of troubled past war
My land was full of blood covering each door
I remember the past when democracy was proclaimed
When leaders of my land assured peace would be named
They assured us how...

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The Outsider


Ever ostracised from the truth
Lest they are known to well
By deceitfulness

The paranoia play of a black sheepskin coat
Is riddled with the placatory smiles
Of half spoken lairs
Nothing more supports the world
They come to deny

It is...

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Our mind conditioned,
we chased objects of desire
but to no avail.

Reaching exhaustion,
we renounced the outer world,
which offers nothing.

Our identity,
which depends on flow of thought,
resisted silence.

We were determined
and so held steady focus,
in our tranquil heart.

Emptiness was strange
at...

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Nature ages like Youth,
a bougainvillea wrapped 
around a strapless watch.

Youth doesn’t look at the clock
but ignores passing hours unknowing,
innocent of the melting water.

It leaps and lunges without fear of a fading silhouette,
it smiles with missing...

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A misfit in Liverpool 
I think of oranges saw a painting by Constable of a morning sun 
that looked like blood orange dripping nectar down on some 
fishermen trying to catch eels on the dark...

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Part Two : The Tale of Artuir mac Aedan; The light of the West
(A tale of the hero of legend, a hero of Dalriada, who tried to unite a nation.)
The Old Man.
Was he a fool...

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Tanka
Folk Heads Down in Flocks

waders stoop heads down
feeding uncoupled in flock.
like texters bowing
heads down to worship screen folk
disengaged with here and now

Heads Down, Engaged to Screen, Remote

Like waders at dawn sifting mud
with heads-down stance,
Modern folk...

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Do you hear what was done
Those years ago under the Australian sun
We came to what we were told
Was an empty land for the bold

Some had no choice as a convicts fall
When their sentence was at...

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A meathead is definitely not an ostracised ostrich, a warbling wavering walrus, a small but vintage vibrant beetroot who claps in time, a mascot at a match, a backwards facing grinning umbrella in bright sunlight,...

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Cloven hoofed I am striding across sanctuaries lands
Not what was expected in their sanctimonious plans

Have I ever existed or am I a figment of their imagination
Or am I simply more perfect which angers their frustration

Me,...

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Ostracised from the pack,
letting go of the things held dear
simply to survive barbarity.
He knew all the answers
so they spewed on him for
baring open what ought to be closed.
Death is is next to weather
the onslought of...

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