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Poem: The Our Creator

One morning in the Philippines, i was meditating on the traditionally labelled 'Lord's Prayer' that Jesus teaches His disciples and just started scribing my own version. Just kinda happened. When i told Val later that's what i had done, she had on the same day without any kind of connection with me done exactly the same thing. So we read our prayers to each other and this is mine: Our Fathe... Creator! Our Creator! [...]

By |2020-03-10T11:07:25+02:00March 9th, 2020|poems and other creativity, Words and things|0 Comments

Poem: Word Splay

This poem is something very different and nothing i have tried before. Each line has one word that has been changed to a word that sounds or looks like the expected word, but that still somehow conveys meaning to the piece. Even the lines that seem absurd, if you give them a bit of thought work on different levels. i didn't set out to make a poem like this. i started with the first [...]

By |2020-03-10T08:30:56+02:00March 4th, 2020|poems and other creativity, Words and things|0 Comments

Poem: Instagrave

Eye glued to a box in the most beautiful setting on earth Hands nailed to a stick as you move to ensure the light is just right Finger stuck to record a historic moment you missed And will not likely watch again, for the first time The sun goes down and all you're left with are 1's and 0's And the memory of what might have been If only you'd paid it any sort [...]

By |2020-03-04T13:48:36+02:00March 2nd, 2020|poems and other creativity, Words and things|0 Comments

Poem: The cabin

Beneath my Doubt lies the missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle Just about out of reach. Where Certainty used to rest, There now stands a rocking chair That patiently listens to my stuttering questions Before nodding in an almost hypnotic refrain. Hanging behind my fears are the What ifs All tangled up as one with the What if nots A wretched knot of impossibilities and probabilities Each masquerading as the other. I can just [...]

By |2020-03-02T11:48:15+02:00February 26th, 2020|poems and other creativity, Words and things|0 Comments

Poem: The fish

As i walked along the pebbly beach I came upon a tiny fish Lying on the sand next to a stream It wasn't very large at all Just a tiny little thing As I watched, it jumped And bounced three times across the water Before settling once more upon the river bank Just lying there A fish out of water "Get into the water," I thought in my head To the fish, but not [...]

By |2020-02-21T05:03:54+02:00February 20th, 2020|poems and other creativity, Words and things|0 Comments

Poem: The very worst of me

As I awoke from my sleep in the middle of the night I found myself being led by a stranger Down the longest of passageways With doors on either side of us We walked silently on. After what seemed like an hour She stopped us And gestured towards the nearest door handle Inviting me to step inside. I cautiously opened the door And was instantly transported To a moment I had hoped never to [...]

By |2020-02-21T05:02:13+02:00February 19th, 2020|poems and other creativity, Words and things|1 Comment

Poem: Beauty in the Eye

It felt like I had been standing there for an hour Paused Holding my hand open Standing still, almost statue-like For what seemed like an eternity But, if truth be told, It had more likely only been but a handful of seconds. Eventually the lively bee Buzzed around me one last time Before settling very casually into my palm… FLASH! In an instant, everything changed. And my inner eyes were thrust open To a [...]

By |2020-02-19T03:56:19+02:00February 11th, 2020|poems and other creativity|1 Comment

We Are Dying Here: a review and recommendation

these poems do not let themselves be written without lifting lids and disturbing the dead these poems are hauntings they could not live without bringing buried things back ghosts out of silence bearing witness these poems exist between worlds written out of mist and prayers and last breaths these poems have no respect for the living these poems are part of what remains of missing names these poems can never be a full story [...]

By |2019-12-03T13:19:43+02:00December 3rd, 2019|real men, South Africa, what i am watching|6 Comments

#ImStaying, but…

You're saying #ImStaying but you're playingIf you're not also up forwailing against the flailing arms and bodies broken words spokenlives tokenconstant pokingembers smokingam i joking?No! i don't expect you'll understandIn fact you cannot hear because your head is in the sand[But the moment that i pointed that out, Boom! i was banned!] That move was my prerogativeYou were not being positiveWe try to keep it light in hereSo don't come bring your slight in hereThe negatives just disappearAnd colourblindness [...]

By |2019-10-15T08:58:51+02:00October 15th, 2019|poems and other creativity|2 Comments
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