Saturday, January 31, 2015

Shoe Shocked

Shoe Shocked

Sun shining bright what a beautiful day,
such fine weather for a stroll by the bay.

I pick up my shoes and pick up my socks,
then gasp in horror, my eyes are in shock.

My right shoe tattered with holes on one side,
“to be seen in these? I still have my pride!”

I look to the rack at old runners there,
with heals lop sided, long rip and a tear.

Looking modest, I go shopping for shoes,
these dirty old runners will have to do.

arriving there to a frenzy and sale,
the showroom’s crowded, I cannot fail.

I’ll have to hurry and get to the racks,
before they’re all gone, they’re not charging the tax.

There’s so many shoes that I do not like,
the worst were the blues with pink and red stripes.

I found a pair but they’re not in my size,
smooth black loafers, cushioned soles n’ ties.

I searched all the racks from top to bottom,
where my size should be they haven’t got-em.

Looking down at my shoes, I’m not happy,
holes now bigger, my shoes look so crappy.

I swallowed my pride asked for assistance,
bowing head to vanity’s insistence.

The salesperson smiles and asks what I need,
I point to the rack where my shoes should be.

“I’m so sorry sir, we’re all out of stock,”
“Let me check in the back, check at the dock.”

But below stores counter are shoes in my size,
the sales clerk smiles, “You’ve got good eyes!”

I try one on, my elation discrete,
the shoe fits perfect, I feel so complete.

I pay for the shoes and make for the door,
thank the salesman and depart from the store.

Now arriving home content with my day,
I make my plans for a stroll by the bay.

I take out new loafers, gosh they look neat,
but the shoes that I bought, have two left feet.
2nd Edit March 17, 2020

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

If I Had Wings

If I Had Wings

Standing in my expensive flat,
empty is my kitchen VAT.
Landlord bills I cannot pay,
those that knock I hush away.

Breath is visible, nose is froze,
numb and cold are my toes.
Power flickers, the extension ends,
No ones left, that I call friends.

Watching from my window above,
Policemen giving homeless a shove.
Gathered around a barrel of fire,
Hobo faces looking dire.

Fluttering wings catch my eyes,
attention gathers in the skies.
Starlings flock and dance on air,
Never needing hope or prayer.

Lucky are the birds I see,
who come and go as they please.
Nature’s garden, berry and seed,
even winter gives them feed.

Oh how happy the birds do seem,
huddled around that chimney’s beam.
No taxes nor rent or debt to pay,
they are free to roam the Earth today.

Here inside my mind goes blank,
the birds don’t seem to need a bank.
If only I had wings on me,
I too then, could be free.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

A Sage in Song and Silence

A Sage in Song and Silence

The morning skies were doleful, on my daily stroll today,
the breeze was brisk and biting, with clouds all made of clay.

Not all was sad and gloomy, as rays of light crept through,
its warmth gave me some comfort, against the grayish hue.

I walk to bring reflection, the convention fills my needs,
that ponders life’s connection, its nature and its deeds.

Glancing up across the green, old tree was in my sight,
its presence like a beacon, that called me to its light.

Drawn towards this ancient sage, I quickened pace with cane,
made my way to wooden bench, across the grassy plane.

Closing in on sanctum’s space, a melody touched my ears,
It made me feel so young again and shed my growing years.

I searched the grounds in wonder, for this voice serene and fair.
Its flow so captivating, it danced upon the air.

And there she was under oak, in arms a child she cuddled.
her soothing voice so peaceful, its tether oh so subtle.

Content for rest I sat me down, and listened to her singing,
to every note, every word, enchanted, I was clinging.

“Come back to me my little one, come back to mother so”,
and then a coo would follow, by her angel all a glow.

she paused for just a moment, smiling back at little one,
blessed by radiant aura, that touched her loving son.

But deepened sleep did follow, as baby’s eyes soon closed,
mother continued singing, as if slumber was opposed.

The tree that they were under, seemed advanced for winters sleep,
with leaves so full of color, drained by something deep.

Autumn was not too distant, but the leaves began to fall,
disturbing apparition, on this tree so tall.

Absorbed in graceful presence, I saw she began to weep,
her eyes were red and swollen, and baby fast asleep.

Inhaling deep she drew the light, from tree that they were under,
then more leaves fell upon them, as I stared at her in wonder.

Again, a soothing smile appeared, ceasing woman’s tears,
baby’s laugh emerged so bright, appeasing mother’s fears.

And then I felt the shadow, hovering above the tree,
a form so dark and crooked, that reeked with malady.

It stared at them through demon eyes, its ballad was a squeal,
Darkness cloaked on raven wings, it came for souls to steal.

Shadows drank up all the light, in calm before the storm,
it sent a chill down through the tree, its bark no longer warm.

The baby’s smile disappeared, as demon’s eyes inflamed,
mother battled with all her strength to save the soul it claimed.

Her singing broke the shadow’s spell, her whispers like a sage,
the demons howl grew louder, its force now full of rage.

I moved myself between them, and cursed the shadows gall,
daring beast to strike me, I promised it would fall.

I called upon the light within, for power and connection,
to shield them both from darkness, provide them with protection.

then drew my cane into the air with crystal it concealed,
an orb of light emerged from it, extended as a shield.

the demon turned towards me, its glare did pierce my heart,
and then the beast descended, to rip my soul apart.

When light met shadow, a rift appeared, unleashing thunderous storm,
the door to all existence, then swallowed shadows form.

and just as quick, the sun shone through, the air was warm and still,
old sagely oak that clung to life, the tree no longer ill.

I moved towards the woman, her strength and face were bare,

but underneath the blanket, a waiting smile was there.
Rewrite: Dec 14, 2019

Friday, January 23, 2015

One Heart One Soul

A Poem about Soul Mates.

One Heart One Soul

Made before the break of dawn, one soul is split apart,
But never fully separate, is the rhythm of the heart.

Born in different places, are these cast away spirit twins,
As distance captures ages, their loneliness builds within,

Searching for each other, the missing part of them,
Heartbeats ever glowing, will search until the end.

Empathy flow directed, weaving thoughts now caught together,
Pulling each other closer, distance wanes by unseen tether.

Two lonely souls searching, refusing to be alone,
Destiny plays its part, as they make their way home.

First meeting is recognition, two souls who seek each other,
Empathic beings now bonded, and dedicated to one another.

Souls re-merge forthwith, embraced by timeless light,
Come to rest a moment, before the day is night.

Long have they journeyed, and long have they to go,
For forever is the mystery, of two empathic souls.

Discussion never questioned, together they are one,
Bound to passions guiding them, never to be shunned.

From looks an understanding, conversations without a word,
Thoughts agreed in whispers, never by others heard.

Reflections in the water, pooled in mirrored eyes,
Unbreakable connection, that paints their sunlit skies.

Rest now my spirit’s flower, rest before the night,
On tomorrow’s new horizon, our wings they do take flight.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

The Spiral of life

A Poem that expresses life

The Spiral of life

Life is truly a budding flower,
from moments first form,
to blossom and bloom,
retreating only once,
to wither and bow graciously,
returning to, from which it came.

Time repeats a garden of flowers,
in meadows, a symphony.
They dance with sun and moonlit skies,
and crest beneath the stars,
for the spiral repeats in everything

Life is truly a baby born,
from moments taken by eyes engaged,
to blossom and bloom,
retreating, only once,
to grow old and bow graciously,
returning to, from which it came.

Time repeats the budding soul,
in family trees, a symphony.
They dance with sun and moonlit skies,
and crest beneath the stars,
for the spiral repeats in everything…

Thursday, January 15, 2015

The Minstrel

The Minstrel

The howling wind gave a menacing air, to the winter’s coldest night,
It sent a shiver and trembling, like an omen before the plight.

Then suddenly a knock and shadow, drew attention to everyone’s sight,
Slowly the Inn’s door opened, as the Minstrel stepped into the light.

With sobering Calm and with a smile, he threw off his lute and cloak,
The candle flickered at his table, as he called for drink and smoke.

He sat down on a wooden chair, his pipe in his left hand,
A well deserved rest now, from his travels across the land.

Tell us what you’ve heard my man, tell us all a tale,
Tell us of the tallest ships, and where they set their sails.

The Minstrel smiled back, through the smoke and embers of his pipe,
He swung his lute across his chest, and gave the frets a wipe,

As they Gathered around his table, coins appeared in front of him,
For tonight they would hear new stories, and songs that never dim.

The Minstrel nodded gracefully, and began to strum a tune,
The Inn then fell quite silent, as he held the attentive room.

Have you heard of the tyrant mayor, the ruler of the land,
Or the fate of the rising people, who together made a stand.

Rebellion was in the air, from the heavy burden on them all,
When the people rose and spoke as one, the mayor he did fall.

Be so ever thoughtful, to the power one does hold,
And be so ever attentive, to those entrusted with your gold.

The tavern burst in merriment, happy with the travelers song,
Faces brimmed with acknowledgement, the Minstrel wasn’t wrong.

Tunes of fallen empires, songs of lost love retold,
He played into the early hours, till the morning did unfold.

Night after night he stayed at the Inn, until it was time for him to go,
He packed his things, gathered his gifts, and hung his lute in tow.

When the bard came over to divvy up, the keeper smiled and said,
Thank you for the service sir, no charge for the room and bed.

The Minstrel smiled and nodded his head, and thanked his gracious host,
Then he stepped out of the doorway, as the wind swept away his ghost.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

You Have Awakened

 You Have Awakened

If one is truly able to awaken from the illusions of their modern day captivity, they will automatically see both the beauty and the ugliness of the World and will choose to live out the rest of their time here on this planet in spiritual harmony before travelling onto the next realm of consciousness.


Friday, January 9, 2015

Shadow Empire

Shadow Empire
Three Empires Falling Down
Pulling everyone to the ground
France, and Britain, and USA II
Crashing empires already doomed
Who does profit, who does linger,
Can Gold disappear at the snap of a finger?
Open the windows, draw back the shades,
Let’s have a look, at who controls the age.
History’s accountants scribble in books,
They blot the page to hide the crooks.
When public's rage greet institutions,
Increased deceptions are bank solutions.
Lunatics emerge, they send in their best,
Professional hitmen to crush the rest.
Corporate bombs, bullets and tanks,
My how profits do soar in the banks…

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Foundations Cracked and Broken

Foundations Cracked and Broken

When the trees bleed, and logic is wrath,
Be wary of the crooked path.
Feel the intent, the signs will linger,
Death comes from the pointed finger.

Established shadows behind closed doors,
Plan false flags to deceive the poor,
Raging political wind up toys,
Talking nonsense, truth destroyed.

Cartel medias capture the mind,
Schools of thought for the blind,
Twisted stories paint the lies,
Hidden agendas in disguise.

A testament to Foundations Cracked and Broken,
Your authority figures have all spoken.
Lead not in their temptation,
But seek in truth for your salvation.

When civilization and the way of life depend on a system of exponential growth that destroys the community, environment, human rights, and its people; when poverty, division and corruption are legislated into law by iron fisted corrupt lawmakers bent on filling their pockets with corporate bribes to usher in wars of aggression while claiming God is on their side, then we are part of a civilization built on foundations cracked and broken and doomed to die.

Friday, January 2, 2015

The Calm Before the Storm

The Calm Before the Storm

Existing in the conscious light, humble spirits stand so tall,
Sending premonitions, to break erected walls.

Worlds divide as truth descends, the demons crash and fade,
Unburdened from the darkness, pure vision is what remains.

Prepare yourselves in spirit, prepare and strengthen your mind,
Thunder will test your armour, for the battle you did find.

Breathe deep your moral soul, stand fast with all your wisdom,
Gathered on all sides of you, your comrades will not wither.

Silence is the air we breathe, in the calm before the storm,
Awakened souls pure of heart, we rise and take on form.

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