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IX - Nova

 

Anti-Alarm Call

Call It a Day

Blessed

Black Jacket

Her Spirit

Meditate

To Find the Joy

Irish Language

Steel

Rocking On!

Dawn Star

She Is...

Lost

To Be Said

Nova

ANTI-ALARM CALL

Don't get up just yet

It's much too cold and wet

 

Better stay in bed

Hibernate instead

 

Fifteen minutes more

What are you waiting for?

Back into your dreams

 

Better stay inside

Hibernate and hide

 

CALL IT A DAY

It's only a matter of hours

Since lurching to left right

Hunched in half light

I dropped from the day night

And sped across fields --

 

Music for ear drums

Lemon for sore gums

Brambles for bare bums --

 

Call it a day.

 

BLESSED

I would come back from a run

With lines of poerty to tell

And having listened, she would say

"What a mind."

 

She'd fold my words inside her head

And though the lines may not have been

Supreme, she wasn't merely being kind

She meant it, what she said

 

And I am blessed

For she said "What a mind."

 

BLACK JACKET

Sadness isn't sadness

it's happiness

in a black jacket

 

Death isn't death

it's life

that's jumped off a tall cliff

 

Tears are not tears

They're balls

of laughter

dipped in salt.

 

HER SPIRIT

Her spirit moves wind chimes

When air is still

And fills the rooms

With fragrance of lily

 

Her eyes blue green

Still seem

Perfectly happy

With nothing

 

Her spirit sets

The water pipes a humming

Fat lektronic force be with ya sound

 

Her spirit talks to me

Through animals

Beautful creature

Lay with me

 

Bird that calls my name

Insists that she is here

And nothing

Left to fear

 

Bright white squirrel

Foot of tree

Fixes me

With innocent gaze

 

Her spirit talks to me

 

MEDITATE

Listening to glistening bells

Ding dong mantras honey coat a parching thirst

Inner singer shouts out mantra

Drown out lucy nation's chatter

 

Count for nothing

To count for count's sake

Count

To no total

To repeat

Not to remember, but

To not remember

 

To meditate

 

To listen for nothing

Hear no reason

 

Mantra discovers

Naughty boy

Inside my mind

Try to write poetry

 

Pa-boiled

Mam-marry

Gland opening

 

Ma shall law declare

Pa takes of of the feast

Cunt hooks, quim, minge

Knob and tool

Words I often heard at school

Shall I fear to now repeat

Words that whisteled down our street?

 

Stop

 

Man tra la la

Man trap

 

Stop

 

Mantra mantra

 

Love sound no meaning

 

TO FIND THE JOY

Seagulls bright white glint

Against a charcoal morning sky

Enough for lovers to see heaven by

But fox and rabbit badger yeah

And seagull too think harder crueller thoughts --

Do or be done to --

No poet's joy for them

 

Seagulls spiral whirl

Against the sullen oak

No scientific thought informs

Their common madcap tribal swirl

 

For them the warming sun

Not only warms but shines

A harsher light to be discovered by

An overshoulder ever-watchful life

While we will quieten our disquiet

To find the joy.

 

IRISH LANGUAGE

Those Irish chappies

Have a fine sense of it

This language of ours

 

They toss it in the air

Like a snowball

 

Dribble it through their fingers

Like the guy in the movie

 

Tell tales that fell

Off the back of a lorry

Carting logs for the furnace

 

Swill it round their mouths

And let the spittle dry

 

Slowly out.

 

Tickle, tumble,

Fiddle, fumble,

Bimble, bumble

 

To be sure of anything

Would be a fine thing

 

To be sure

As Spike says --

The Beatles were a bunch of Micks.

 

STEEL

Steel yourself against the rapid fire

Confusion of events that masquerade as life

Bullet holes in time's demented curtain.

 

ROCKING ON

I want to smell

your underarm odour

I want to drink

your ice cream soda

 

Reminisce

about our childhood

What we did

in deepest wildwood

 

Let's remember fifites cars

And hanging out in

late-night bars

 

Want to give

your back a rub

Then jump into

a foamy tub

 

Laugh at all

your High School jokes

One too many

Scotch and Cokes

 

Want to stroke

your furry kitten

Don't be shy

you won't be bitten

 

When we've seen

the babies doze off

Let me see you

take your clothes off

 

When this world is

dead and gone

We will still be

Rocking on!

 

DAWN STAR

You are

the brightest star

in a blue dawn

 

Venus

above us

between us

 

we gaze admiringly

like Jupiter

 

SHE IS …

She is...

 

the Yin to my Yang

 

the I to my Ching

 

the See to my Saw

 

the Head to my Tails

 

the Lily of my Valley.

 

LOST

I lost my wife

She lost her life

until then the luxury

of no responsibility

Chopper wouldn't

fall that night

as,clenched inside of glove

we sucked

each other's energy.

 

TO BE SAID

There's a lot of be said

There's nothing to be said

 

My love is alive

My love is dead

 

I hear her voice

Inside my head

 

There's a lot to be said

There's nothing to be said

 

There's a lot to remember

A lot to forget

 

My love is hot

My love is wet

As if it was

The night we met

 

There's a lot to remember

A lot to forget

 

There's a lot to be said

There's nothing to be said.

 

NOVA

Are You there?

God where are You?

Are you hiding in Your Heaven?

Or beneath your deepest sea?

Was there something in our past imperfect?

Is it something that we should have known?

God where are You?

Are you hiding God?

Are you hiding in the rain?

Are you hiding?

Are you there?

 

I am here.

I am here in every song you sing

In the wings of a rising lark

Through the darkness to the morning light.

I am here

I am here now.

I am with you.

I am here as ev'ry flake of snow

Washing white on the countryside.

As each green blade stretches for the sun over them.

I am here watching over them.

I am here as first a new born babe opens eyes on the universe.

With each step I'll be that arm that guides

Now and then 'til the end of time.

Amen

 

 

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