Long Ploughs Poems

Lay down your old ink pen...
Rise from the table...
Push back your chair.
Gather them all up...
Put them out of sight now...
Place them safely in the cupboard 
Bare.
Wrapped in stiff brown paper,
Strung tightly together
With thin white string;
Turn...

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First let us take our friend the horse
a noble creature who serves us well
supplying us with a source of good compost 
ferrying us here and there in fine style
pulling carts and carriages with aplume
carrying riders...

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she carries the child on tired hips rested on chains ‘round her waist

wasted on freedom designed to serve a white man’s lustful desire

branded inferior as time repeats itself and the pain knows no end


a tattoo...

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He lives there, where people love
Land as mother, worship agriculture

People of his nation, after independence
brought green, white, yellow, blue revolutions
to meet with the crisis of food
to wipe out hunger
to up root poverty.

He tills his mother...

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Kajal* in her lids, circling her plastic eyes,
Doll eyes that seem unreal.
Single rose perched atop her bun.
The red matching her blouse and her lips.
Her beady purse dangling by,
Shimmering in the neon light.
The whore from Faridabad...

Men...

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You’ve all seen me, on your walks, your travels - the lonely tree
If you have had a thought - your probably would have just said, that’s strange,
but it’s nature - so let it be

But I...

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At dawn, dewdrops dance on petals of the morning bloom
only for the sun to storm the stage with radiant rays...
and yet nature does not question. 
A roseate glow garnishes the garden when twilight terror looms,
it...

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2OO poems
To my 2OO women
Living legacy for my 2OO generations
Hopping falling in divisions
Written 2OO letters
Sharing 2OO words
Tip toeing restoring 2OO reasons
Asking words a shivering my heart
Beating in 2OO beats
Figure’s broken in 2OO bones
Still possessed in...

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Through the gates of purple twilight under sea,
sound of sirens moving with the kelp forest silently.
In play of that light swarms of fish in synchronicity,
attracting passage into central deep intentionally. 
Low adown a different light...

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Now the chattering guns have ceased
Now the battlefields are bared
Now we walk where history teased
The convictions of those who stared
I climb the hill to see again
The land that yields its children who toil
For fruit where...

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Of European descent, from whence they came

Across the borders to settle, re-establishment

Angles, Saxons and Jutes – Anglo-Saxon be known

Conquered lands, such roads have served, that of the Roman Empire

Yet under attack, strong order we lack

Helpless...

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If there were no poetry...there would be people we would not know 
People like William Shakespeare and Edger Allen Poe 

If there were no poetry...What would Emily Dickinson be 
Would she live in isolation or...

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Nature

As I walk through the forest
I hear the silence of the wood
Nature is at contest
Where beasts once stood

The wind rustling the trees
Shaking to the ground
Earth creeping with weeds
Smell nature all around

Creatures climbing high
Beasts burrowing deep
No...

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Soft Chains – Cold Steel

cold steel and darkened hold
bound for destinys untold
asea in darkened misery
a towering flame – laid cold.

unbound in aftermath of strife
adrift in memories of life
fading in the pain of emptiness
the faces of...

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The old doors of Twickenham our footfall hears not again
The willows by dry canals lodge no longer sad complain
The ploughs are rusted in the field, and O the rich loam yields
Not we dream when tenured...

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It has been told that every soul's completely intertwined
For every person that arrives another's left behind,
What words have I to conjure up to speak of said demise
I offer this my poem as a willing sacrifice.

I'll...

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The Swallows

Like dotted foreheads of women, our land was dotted with swallows;
They had rap dances on the farmers’ ploughs and bulls’ yokes in the field
With feathery steps to the toilers’ footsteps till the land was...

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Driving home, the sun beaming down
highlighting the Quantock foothills
a criss-cross quilt of very small fields
too steep for mechanical ploughs
worked still by man and shire horses

Bright gleaming yellow rape and mustard
interwoven with shades of brilliant green
a...

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SEAGULLS

     Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
      Expert efficient on hunting skill  
     Unique distinct character superfine.
    ...

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A Fisherman’s Tale


Out o’gloom, her pale siege comes to menace our humble dwell
I look to celeste fix, yet no stark smile to traverse me
So I grip my girl, now graceful, as she slides in churn...

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This time of trouble so torn by terror,
time of deep darkness and all-devouring death,
this time of woe, high wages and much wenching
is no time for pleasant pastorals and praises.
I wander weary this winding way and...

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I can’t walk out on this feeling;
Sharpened wings of a broken Cessna clip
The meanings of my speech and thoughts,
Shearing off jagged chunks of dialectic as it
Ploughs nose-first in a drunken field where
The barley and wheat...

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So many people around the world
living a life of their own
there are good doers and then there are evil doers
there are rich and then there are poor


But what vexes me most is the way of...

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The miser sits in a cold back room his door is locked as he counts his dirty money,
His house breathes gloom and his family's unhappy but pretend to laugh and be merry,
These gestures are not...

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The Breezes flowed through bright verdant meadows
the sky alight in blazing glory of azure and violet
the farmer on his tractor ploughs the field in farrows
pauses to watch the pretty maiden dressed all in scarlet 

Golden...

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