A Jewel
A jewel among
Ten thousand tears
One raindrop clear
One drop among a host
Which sends
A spearing shaft
Of purest crystal light
The low shine
Of a winter’s sun
Suspended in a liquid lens
On the leafless thorn.
I'm five and it's a fire-dive -
sweaty-skinned and flambé-limbed,
kindling tingling in my throat,
matches scratching sandpaper skin.
Lying on the terracotta velour settee
watching sparky scenes igniting the room -
a terracotta army of sparks
marching through the grate,
grating like bars on the old forest gate,
black bars of night growing tall on the wall
and I'm always up against it
hearing echoes of the ethereal eternal
Help us help us we'll help you...
I want to be well, to enter the well
cooling the heat and heart of the house,
dousing bouquets of firelight
petals flickering on amber glass bottles of medicine,
her hooked hands feeding me aspirin, penicillin,
cream and green torpedo tablets
fever-spearing, strobing swirling the room.
Now nightshade creepers spine-twine in dark dreams
black echoes build on a sonograph screen
descending into the no-way-out well,
the inescapable hell of not well.
why interfere
with bliss spearing
God’s near love Him
A tilt off the sand
unfolding of the mast
water beats her in the wind
her footprints left in the surf
the seagull's scavenging
shells lay still in stillbirth
sailing
spearing
seaweed
A tilt off the sand —
the seagull's scavenging,
seaweed
Autumn
….. is mortally wounded!
It sways, strays
across the silken sky
quivering over rusty hedges
shivering through shouldered trees,
splattering, smattering
everything in blood-red.
On it stumbles,
On it tumbles
shivering over the valleys
spearing through the trees
smearing the water blood-red
while the ground offers no sympathy
just a hardened, frigid face.
On it goes,
On it flows
gasping and grasping
at clouds of bandages,
hobbling towards the horizon,
haemorrhaging life
in crimson splashes.
While winter,
no ceremony
nor propriety,
just the sly smile
of an Arctic fox,
coldly awaits October’s
shredded, dreaded last breath!
Endearing Ms Eilish not willy nilly a silly Billie got her wish despite the stares
Crys of why guys are there any let alone so many glutton button billionaires?
Not adhering to age old sage adage share if you've enough stuff to spare
Uncouth domineering untruths sold smearing sleuths as society tears
Sneering about profiteering mining shining spiting climate crisis scares
Cheering racketeering careering all about that flocks stocks & shares
Leering snares creatives gold left bereft fearing they're not their flair heirs
Persevering with cold jeering at hearing protests that then fold no one cares
Scold civic critics nearing the facts spearing by acts.. pacts & unfair flares
Cost of disappearing rare species now just pieces of faeces in their lost lairs
Searing temperatures rearing still somehow our despairs never even airs
Gearing up for the veering apocalypse peering as the sun stun gun glares
Must be bold steering pioneering derring do clearing these nightmares
Who dares volunteering to stop the interfering engineering by the billionaires?
Huuhhg, huuhhg
Cried?! Call
Hallway
Ever cried
Call way
Rounded strings
Parent darings
Love you going
Eyes in minds spearing
To yell when it dries
A city inside
Rounded states
Hats tilting despair
Losing footing
In a hand worth turning
Parents darling
Missed the meaning of spent
Before you return
City squares I've made,
Steps upon all ponds
Travel days, nights as dawn
World's go to run
Having all dreams in done
Yet hearing the shore
Foreign and open latching boards
We waste under joy
Bereaved he'll stay a boy
I have never tasted your full lips,
which lack a moisturizing tip.
Yet, I somehow feel as if I have.
I watched you break that fresh loaf of bread, and you said to me,
“You are welcome.”
Somehow, I could have tasted
and smelled the freshness of that small piece you offered.
I felt nourished.
Your spearing eyes, your youthful appearances
A love like ours will be forever,
My soul is in Accra.
Injured by an ice cube
'Tis hard to comprehend,
removal from it's tray
a spike of ice extends.
This dagger like stalagmite
did pierce my very skin,
a chilling site, believe me,
and much to my chagrin!
Some blood did run, yet briefly,
a smallish wound you see,
same ice that did the spearing
I used for healing me!
His tears faded away
with the most concerning
image of tommorrow ever
seen
modern usage of a Jollux
man. Spearing to victory
or so he seemed
as he speared up
meat and cabbages
for the supper he
had planned.
It would exclude his wife
who wished him
to look to something more
healthy
as he would only smile
at the sight of fat and richly
savoring treats.
He used the term
Beef-witted to decribe her
as she only liked to
shame him
might she find support against him
with snoutflairs
aannd consorted people
"those who wished us apart:
mind you they seek tresure
and lack the concern for your
well being"
he told his wife as she
looked lustinhly at the folk
on the hot busy beach.
" might a need to be apart
from me find you with the studs
here watching you
My Darling?"
She frowned and spoke of his
wonderings as trival and him
as crazy: knowing that he
only wished her to
trusted and true to him
let go of fear
in heart spearing
hold dear God’s light
And there, painted
and playing in sweetest frame
is the timeless province.
There, suspended
by the arches of axiom,
with sputtering brushes
of wielded coherent structure.
I drown upon spearing fear
in the devilish qualm,
splintered to scattered scree
upon the wuthering face
of this old, roaming sphere:
in continuous form
and bristling invariance.
Here is one soul
stripped of fire's bite.
I have my tools at hand,
extensions of my form;
yet the tendons are emblazoned,
threatening to break
upon the simplest gesture.
I dare to say
that I do not live:
I am suspended in a desert
where life once drifted.
I once was electing Truth
but am now spirited into hushing,
principled in my lightened travels.
A steady toroidal force field
manifests, to which we so yield,
looking without interfering,
wondrous at bliss currents spearing
nodes within form, as of God’s will,
making easy ascent uphill,
enabled by love’s magnetism,
felt distinctly in body prism,
thus fixating our attention,
in unending meditation.
30-July-2022
Writers Quote: A Lantern Soul Adrift His mercy & compassion
Ignited by the light of His compassionate heart
I walk through the mazes of life like a soldier without a gun
spearing evil with my radiate sword of old
Bible verses non-thumped, engraved on my heart
a memory eclipses settles deep in my mind
a life time of flint blade motions of valor spring into action
when the chalice, is threatened by dark matter...
Filling my cup with aureate blinding rays from my that I belong
to Him and only Him...
My lantern is lit every morning and it is lit every night
it is even lit during my consecutive, precautious, daily aerial flight.
Just thinking of places and times
I had laid my heavy head
So far removed from silk sheets
And a warm comfortable bed
Just thinking, on dreams i had
In raging storms kaleidoscope like
Behind fluttering shut eyes with tears
Spearing through, grounding a paper kite
Just thinking,of an expressions seen
From above or below distant and far
The colour of eyes, lost in that moment
Brewing the droop propped up on a bar
Just thinking, just thought remembered
Forgotten just slipped away from my head
Curtains now closing, lessening light
That time and thought we constantly dread.
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