18 Monday May 2020
Posted in existential, Life, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, Uncategorized, writing
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LIKE LIFE
poetry
like life
is art
of make do
grudging
grinding compromise
but sometimes
the
road opens
no
traffic in sight
time and
space
to really
wind it
like
never before
see what
it is
capable of
take it
through
the gears
07 Thursday May 2020
Tags
black holes, Consciousness, Humanity, Life, meaning, poem, poetry, Stars, value
LOST
that history
is lost:
no one
asks about
the youth
of a star
or
it’s old age, when
time of
red dwarf beckons or
collapsing under its
gravity to
become singularity
most diabolical truth you
could ever
wish to hear
no, I have done my research, enquired
of every meteor and asteroid, comet
and other dead rock strewn
across the galaxy
interrogated plasma and gas but
the answer is silence
when even a
“do not know” would
bring
(at least) a knowing
smile to my face
03 Sunday May 2020
TREE OF LIFE ‘N DEATH
tried not to
get too theological
about the
thing:
tree
of life
being also
tree of death
so I cut down
the tree planed
branches into
cross-beams
happy to
erect an
instrument of
punishment
but the child
in me
settled
for a swing
which
has more
than enough
room
for you
27 Monday Apr 2020
Posted in Life, love, Mathematics, Metaphysical, metapoetic/metafictional, philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Sexual, spiritual, Uncategorized
Tags
arc, Creation, Creativity, Divine, love, Mathematics, numbers, poem, poetry, Pythagoras, self-defence
BY THE NUMBERS
it’s a
simple life
wickedly simple
life
describes a near-
perfect arc
virtually complete
yet not quite absolute
circle of protection
but what
do you not already know
about
the logic
of prime numbers and
such sacred figures
I write
I compute
long
may be it be so
virtue of my
Pythagoras soul
and between
those dormant lives
far from
tragedy and
(equally) torture
I love
I fight
die
as no
man should
yet
back to back
we take our stance
assume
the position
the arc
of together
turned defensive tangent
against the world
for you and I
the radical being of
our difference
made it so
became our
configuration
who
serves to
tries to break
let him suffer
your, my,
razor-
sharp arc of self-separation
(priceless the
stupid look on
that most zero of faces)
18 Tuesday Feb 2020
Tags
death, Life, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, Nonlinear, philosophical, poem, poetry, postmodern
WORM
sorry, this is
a dream sequence
you follow the lines but
we are solidly nonlinear
wriggle in and
between but
watch out for the furniture
you would not want to
fall or trip over, bump into
wound or unsettle yourself
become a tiny worm burrowing into
the wood of a cupboard
forgetting your current life, past lives
what you were
before we
took you along with us
grabbed you
for the ride
omitting to mention
things might never be the same
24 Friday Jan 2020
13 Monday Jan 2020
Posted in Creation, Creativity, death, Destruction, Ending, Life, Nuclear, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, political, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, satire, Uncategorized, writing
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Creation, Creativity, Destruction, Nuclear, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire, thermonuclear, writing
PENCIL
if a pencil
then also
an eraser
an eraser
to remove
everything
you have
written
everything
anybody has written
everything anybody
is going to write
09 Thursday Jan 2020
GONE
this morning
I feel shielded
and yet the
morning is so
free
to flood in
I wish
you were here
to share this
moment with me
but it is not
your cup
of tea
nor morning coffee
for that matter
nor anything
that you and I
— close
for once
might figure out
to do together
enhance the
moment
before it
has gone
20 Friday Dec 2019
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Adam, animals, Aristotle, Cat, Cats, Garden of Eden, Language, linguistic, names, philosophical, philosophy, Plato, poem, poetry, The Fall
IN THE FIRST PLACE
Damn Adam for naming
the animals
why on Earth did he
feel compelled to turn
to Latin for labelling species and genus?
and why did he not
tell us their secret names
the ones they use when talking to each other
because the names we give them,
sometimes they
ignore them entirely
take for example
my cat Tinky
finer cat philosopher and
gueriila fighter you
would be hard pressed
to find
and I was hard-pressed to find her once
hunting for her high and low
calling her name (tears and
panic just
around the corner)
already about to hit the lampposts with
reward notices
and then she arrives, nonplussed,
wondering why the fuss
giving me that look cats give
regretting the stupidity of
their chosen owners
regretting their fallibility, their
lack of grace, smarts and cool
which, Tinky asks with
eyes keen as Aristotle’s, conviction
sure as Plato’s:
“were these not
the things you
had and lost
when you
forgot our names
when we had the connection
and you knew
what was what
in the first place?”
08 Sunday Dec 2019
