I can hear sea sounds in the shell,
charging earthly dynamos,
waves rebellious elements,
push against the coast line,
stones slither and dodge,
they clatter, they crush, they break,
small boats head back to shore,
bringing back fish again,
eager for the next catch,
wind pushes the fall,
amid rain clouds,
sailor men trawl,
together in early morning’s wake,
into sweeping vast waters,
with friendship and union,
another power station breaking time,
in the distance between man, machine and earth.
Category: Poetry
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The pull of the Earth
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Contemplation
I close my eyes
and see a thousand images
of the day
contemplating peace
I take a deep breath
and feel love
touching my soul
elevating my spirit
until I am not weak
I lift the darkness
until I can see myself
light enters shade
but a hidden world remains
currents in transition.
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Every Time a Dove Calls
I take time to breathe
the love from the earth.
I cast my wings
until they catch the wind
flying with the bees
in the humming of the garden
I understand creation’s dynamo
far from the engine
of civilisation.
Darkness fades into light
on this awakening to truth.
Searching for freedom
in this serene sanctuary
the heavens blow
uttering belief
amid the sandstorm
of lost souls.
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Pilgrim
Turning the world upside down,
in this external pilgrimage,
God in technicolour,
the comfort of our home,
questioned in the sea of humanity,washing our sins away,
doing work without
desire for reward,
living in oneness with ourselves,
all in togetherness
on this road to enlightenment,
a collective display
of devotion
in mind and heart,
behaviour disciplined,
in the name of the Lord.
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Fires Fragment
These pictures of history
cast shadows
on my world,
traditions fall,
in every step of progression,
but the bitter taste
left still
in apprehension,
misfortune in the poor,
the seeds of wealth,
scattered in contradiction,
plaques the masses,
while the monk meditates
in knowledge,
as rich as the next man,
in a paradox
of spiritual degree,
the manufacture
of this civilisation
is seen,
while nature speaks
and angels sing,
the listening ear beneficial
in the darkness.
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Fragmentation
The sky’s reaction tempered in its delay,
nature’s elements mirror the voice of heavens,
the moon reflects from water’s edge,
in the hands of our human race
pendulums tick at the gates of global community,
with power the currency and
influence means of writing the script,
for fear of tomorrow
of our children and strength
the truth only recompense in vision,
no manifesto trusted in your name,
the flame only flickers with concern
often the opposite is true
and ruthless when it comes,
drums can’t break the monotony between us,
but whistles blow in the kingdoms courts.
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Beckoning The World
Gentle footsteps behind the wind,
fall slowly behind darkness,
by the sea,
nothing else exits.
Souls echo and reach deep,
our hearts are one,
lights ever project,
in each breath.
We the world as one,
projecting into the spectrum,
the coloured sea,
weaving again majestically.
Consumed with our unforgettable love,
you set me free,
against the tide,
without restriction.
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Within Touching distance
A new season,
a new light,
an old friend welcomes me back,
shinning moon creeps in behind heavy blinds,
candles burn brightly on the edge of Town,
the distance of City’s street illuminates,
cascades of love mirror the heart,
next to the poem of Eastern Prayer,
the world spins slowly on its axis,
lantern’s leak light on the face of time,
staring into solitude,
reflecting from green birds chest,
before stone hearths
warmth radiates from smouldering embers.
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Movement
(in response to ‘The Snail’ by Henri Matisse)
The Snail by Henri Matisse The canvas lifts the snail,
cut and composed in a world of nature,
vibrant colours planned in a loose spiral,
in a pattern of universal movement,
conducting rhythm and pace
with earth and energy,
plant structures, sea shells and pine cones,
carved to leave the inside free,
sculptured to reveal a form,
bright colours lead an orchestra in harmony.
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Turbulence
(in response to ‘ Starry Night ’ Vincent Van Gogh)
Charged by cosmic light,
nature’s stirring emotion casts its spell
through a pensive breath,
thunder rolls and plays with gravity,
buildings shake with anxiety
like a flickering flame,
but as black as mind’s shadow,
abounding whispers in the space between us,
clouds engulf the sky like waves crashing down,
electricity ignites planets,
wind rushes, twists and screams,
lifting and pushing the drift,
another jet stream,
turning and moving like a wheel,
raising the tornado and pushing the world away.