Long Serried Poems

Hey mommy I am here to play
Daddy and brother are on the way 
To the underworld where I sent them
By gutting tummies and dissecting 
Innards go to outwards on the floor
Faces you can’t recognize anymore
Low...

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A restless night, another hum-drum day,
Resolve to take a pleasurable walk;
I make my way towards St Mary’s church.
Across the street, a sixteenth century home –
Maltravers Manor, testament to time.

I’m heading for the ancient Hollow Way
Where...

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Cowardly efforts of a worthless soul
Rages, this low murmur of lazy surf;
Mind and body beaten, bruised, losing control,
An enfeeble struggle of a timeless sleepy curse.  

Surges wave of open independence. 
A quenchless abyss seeking...

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...is what we see
Emotions are the weather of the mind
We live between peaks and troughs
The former breeds hubris with downfall built in
The latter deals with death,darkness and despair
Our mood colours our world,clouding our judgment
Darkening our...

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A warring god of wind storms and lightening,
Rudra, rough looking, well built, braided hair
Golden in color, of firm limbs widening
With streaks of lightening and fearful blares
Making nervous with fear all the beings.
But caters medicines to...

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This carcase
This corpse
This empty shell

Shorn of its spirit
Its ready smile
Those twinkling eyes
Soft voice
And steely mind.

Tears stung his eyes
Misting the grim scene
Where was the young lad
Entrusted to his care
Destined now
For the ferryman

A ready listener
Careful observer
Easy learner
What...

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After the Ice Rain.
The woods outside look like a glazed forest preserved in an arboreal museum.  Each tree is candied over in clear icing, the pines stand like tall fluffy blondes, the willow tree...

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I loved that day which blest its night 
With antediluvian might,
Of ours flourishing souls in joy
That some divine being must deploy.

It was a lithe nocturnal wood,
‘Midst whose darkening core there stood
A tiny cottage, ancient as...

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Fields of France are filled with blood-red poppies
Where also bloom the lily-white crosses:
Each buried youth a seed, now bursting forth 
Into a stark white cruciform flower:
Row upon row, rank after serried rank,
A spiky grid overlying...

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WATER DOWN LEAVES

Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold,
Until hands shiver, and lips are glossed a balmy-blue ~
Where every oak and maple leaf turns conspicuously old.

Green leaves, lavished in the summer of love, unfold
A windfall,...

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I fly wide-eyed into the glinting night, 
Along valleys with man-made stars aglow. 
Thrills and sorrows on both sides line my flight, 
Neon rivers flow restless down below. 

Grandiose dreams from serried rooftops crow, 
Million-watt...

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Before us, the harbor unfurls its tapestry of lights, 
Serried jewels winking on numberless nights.
Onshore, they’re jostled in a million-starred galaxy,
Into the harbor they spill in a gleaming frenzy.
Neon tassels they are, shimmying on dark...

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All that I counted gain was but loss 
(In the spots whereto Latency teems). 
On cut, polished stones in fields of dreams, 
Each pirate's loot was marked with a cross,  
Where dreamers and their...

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In brooding dusk they gather from the East
Arrive in twos and threes upon the trees.
Autumn beeches, now devoid of leaves,
Begin to darken as the branches heave
And teem with animated rooks.

And jackdaws too, all jockeying for...

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I came upon serried ranks
Of once-men who'd given their all,
Silent sentinels who'd known fear,
Pain and terror before their fall.

They'd stared the grim Reaper in the face
And knew their time had come.
But there were those who...

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We are the pals brigade me lads,
the finest that you've seen.
We tilled the land just like our dads
or picked the coal black seam.
And now we're off to a foreign clime
to show Fritz a trick or...

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There is no time here.
Time is motion relative to other motion,
Yet we move relative to nothing.

Nothing surrounds us.
We hang in emptiness.
Like diamonds cast across a field of black velvet
The stars shine cold against space
Gathered together...

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Beads of cold sweat surfaced on my skin
Here and there coalescing in tiny streams
Throes of passions; the source of human sin
Regrets  the envy of my thought, but not it seems.

Now comes the low murmur...

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The Dream of a Rill

Up in the highlands a leafy green dell
where day dreamers dream in the quiet still
blissfully dreaming beneath nature’s spell.
Where clusters of daisies cover the hill
and soft sighing zephyrs sway the blue...

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WE    DAFFODILS


We are the brightest best-loved first-borns of God’s flower children,
Hear our golden trumpets’ clarion call. Our sunny mouths whisper
With nodding heads.We chatter among ourselves like market women. 
Gladness-filled,we stand erect, the...

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Brexit Sonnet No.16
‘Diverse Woven Strands’
 

Our embroidered story, with boundaries crissed and crossed,
With boats and men ‘o horse in serried rows.
With comets, relics, hawks and battles lost
And headless, limbless men this fabric shows.
Some say it...

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Arid, bony-shanked carapace.
Shiny, weathered patina
tells of desolation,
Belies any promise of richness;
Yet when inverted,
Becoming regal.
A tatty, crown implies 
The ancient purport.


Tough, yet easily-torn in avarice.
Revealing, inner passion
Shrieks fecundity and blood, 
Gleams with shiny liveliness;
Yet when sundered,
Serried...

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Before the drought
I loved this land
From North to South
And every sand

The mountains high
The serried trees
The azure sky
And fragrant breeze

Poincianna flame
Lime Kiln burning
The children's game
Maypole turning

And morning sport
Sweet pots boiling
Ships in the port
Fish net drawing

I love...

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Broken dreams, and smiles and flowers
Grow apace throughout our fervid hours
The times of wreaths and solemn nods
The dearth; some worth and serried sods.

The gathered few or many more
The muted laughs, cross creaking floors
The everyday, it...

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i'm sadly sick of the sweet refrain 
Which reminds me of my comrades slain.

Each night in my sleep I dream the dream 
The Last Post 's doleful requiem. .

We all stand in serried rank and...

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