Poems

Posted on August 19, 2016

Poems are important,
secret passages to another realm,
another world where life itself is a poem,
night and day, the sun and the rain,
the leaves on the trees and
the troubles of men all part of it,
a poem where life, death and rebirth
all have their place,
and everything rhymes.

Gold

Posted on November 23, 2018

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At first he was delighted,
delighted at all the things he could do.
But as time passed
he found that much of what he did
caused distress to others
so he did less and less.
It took a while
but eventually he ended up
like the rest of us here in the woodland,
sitting with his back to a tree
just watching the autumn leaves 
falling gently to the ground.

Trains

Posted on October 26, 2018

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The trains don’t stop here anymore
but I can see them passing through,
and sometimes in the winter
I step onto the tracks, into the slipstream
of one that has hurried past
to feel the warmth it leaves behind,
the scent of the people, the coffee and the oil,
listen to the sound of the wheels fading
down the valley and into the distance,
then I just stand there and let the peace
envelop me again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love

Posted on July 25, 2018

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Some people,
when they walked
through my heart,
left a golden thread
behind them,
so I could find them
when they were gone.
 
And when I fell,
I really fell,
I found those threads
also bore my weight.

Knowing You

Posted on April 18, 2018

 

 

 

 

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Sometimes
I look over at you,
or I hear you speak
and I think,

‘I hardly even know you.’

But it’s not in the way you look
or even what you say
that the knowing
exists.

I know your heart
and how like
to my own it is.

The Breeze

Posted on November 17, 2017

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When the trees started growing

the first thing the stars did

was to teach the leaves to sing,

how be like them, how to be in harmony,

together and apart.

 

The stars knew that one day

their brothers and sisters

would want to visit the earth,

but they worried that when they did

the sheer beauty, the power and drama of life

might cause them to forget where they came from,

and this is what happened.

 

So now they send the breeze

to whisper in the leaves

and remind us

who we are.

Don’t

Posted on November 1, 2017

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Don’t tell me,

don’t talk to me,

don’t stand in my way.

You think I don’t know

that even on a good day

I am morally ambiguous?

That’s because I need to see,

to find out for myself what is

and what is not.

 

Don’t ask me to

agree with your views,

believe in one thing,

behave in one way

or join your gang.

I can’t, I won’t,

it’s not for me.

 

I don’t believe that God

favours Clubs or Churches,

or Temples or Synagogues anyway,

or lives in signs or statues either.

I believe God is in the wild places

the difficult places, the places

where His Light is needed.

 

And the most difficult place I know

is my own heart, a heart that trembles

with fear and anticipation

in the face of what life brings.

Turning

Posted on October 23, 2017

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The sky is clear and dark,

the air is cool and I am here,

waiting in the garden

for the earth to turn.

 

Waiting for the light of the sun

to creep across the oceans,

over the farms and the fields

and through the buildings of this city,

waiting for it to turn the clouds pink

and fill the tree above me

with golden light.

 

I know of no other thing

that I can rely on as much

as the turning of the world.