green memories start
from lowered eyes as a child
grass is not the road...
Wednesday, 30 September 2015
WIND CHIME
Note the notes from chime
and like them,
but hear Christ in your heart.
Christ's voice is subliminal,
and with the wind chime chiming,
your day will perfect start.
Note the words from Christ,
hear them,
and to your Bible, go.
Read the Word of God inside it
and listening to the wind chime,
let Christ's words stay in your heart....
GREEN MOUNTAIN
From the green mountain
I see the grey clouds,
but they are in distance, far.
From the green mountain
I watch stately ships.
I presume they are going to war.
Further and further towards cloudy day
are these ships that
are going to war,
but the sailors don't notice -
their thoughts on great battle,
while on the green mountain I pray....
Tuesday, 29 September 2015
KINGS TO TALK TO QUEENS
Kings to talk to queens,
and when they do,
they will tell them
how it was to be a prince
in foreign land.
Queens to talk to kings,
and fair princesses
will have their long hair behind them,
and tied in bows and roses
and all the beauteous things that made them desirable.
They will love each other then,
and realize, that growing up
was what they missed seeing in each other
and they are the shell
of...
Monday, 28 September 2015
A COLANDER
I wish I could show you
the World's Fair at night...
The photo shows
a 'colander' on its side.
It's so striking
and 'out of his world'
as if a colander
is what we need.
A colander to drain the world
free from its problems
of drugs and disease
and to teach it to have joy....
SUBITO
A demijohn, with alcohol -
so tempting to a passing man
who took it to his bedsit, subito.
He drank it fast,
and demons came to bedsit,
subito.
Drunkeness was subito,
and the man we saw just now in passing,
passed out....
ROUNDABOUT HORSES
Little children on a
roundabout in Ulster...
No one bothered
that the horses were quite sad.
The horses, they were tired
of going round and round
and hearing cheap-jack music
from a stand.
They counted the hours
on the clock next to the peep-show,
and were happy when the owner
declared end....
AN ICE-CREAM CORNET
an ice-cream cornet
sold from a dark blue trailer
spoon was given free
I gave it right back
for why would I need a spoon
lickin' my way free...
Thursday, 24 September 2015
Tuesday, 22 September 2015
RELAXATION
Spider in under-croft
with all the hours to linger
day loosens gently
for Marianne in morning
stretching her long arms in bath...
Friday, 11 September 2015
MASTER CLASSES
Master classes were held in East Sussex
and the Sussex girl played tune
with ease to her master.
She played the grand piano all the day
and the master hummed along,
time barely noticing.
People thought they were having an affair,
as nobody else took part
in the lessons grandly....
THE TASTING MENU
The Tasting Menu
was slapped all over the dining trays,
so, so much for freedom.
We did not want to sit for three hours wading
our way through exotic foods
and burping.
Our waitress was nice, though,
if men avoided catching her eye...
Was she on minimum?
Her mini mum was there -
not PC to call her dwarf.
I think she beefed up the menu....
Saturday, 5 September 2015
STILL, THE KOLK
Still, the kolk
in the Old Zyds
in Amsterdam.
Russet houses bide their time.
One day, they will be pulled down,
but not just yet...
For now, the boats go on their way
and somewhere a mother calls.
She tells her family it's time for tea,
and out they look at old canals
from russet house.
Such symmetry!...
LAST IN THE GREEK CLASS
Dunce does not suit him
Everyone says, though
Failure at all
Going to cry...
A Greek 'angel' approaches....
Friday, 4 September 2015
THE FACTORY CHIMNEY
The factory chimney, white,
was many meters tall,
and in that light,
it seemed to have a stripe.
Only a trick, of course.
There was no stripe;
just glazed bricks
sideways on and beautiful.
How it soared!
And if you craned your neck
you would not see
its sterling end....
Wednesday, 2 September 2015
CALMING ETRETAT
The cliffs of Etretat
look pale blue in certain light...
They sweep down to the sea.
Seagulls are there
and some are fighting
over the wet fish.
I might go bathing
in this blue light,
or I might not.
I might stay to watch the seagulls
or start to paint the cliffs
of calming Etretat....
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