poetry

Celebrity

I will tell you this In a moment of honesty I would love to be your celebrity Come on you papparazzi You can follow me Snap your snaps and invade my privacy Follow me around in your idiocy I want to be wanted I want to be liked Most of all I want that life Married to a famous wife I’ll sign my autograph Give it on a photograph I wanna be a star I wanna go far I’ll happily be your celebrity Smile with insincerity Give my star studded opinion I want to be in the in crowd Cool, I am ice Even if I’m not so nice Love me Follow me Scream and holler Its no bother Want to be your celebrity Want you to follow me Wouldn’t

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I Am A Stage

The light shines in my face The rock n roll is loud here Guitar screams and bass thunders Reverberating in my head Stereo composition drives The beat is sensual and strong This is my own made up song Making it up as I go along There are no rules Cos’ rules are for Fools There are no requirements Except to entertain The song in my head Doesn’t actually exist And yet that song rocks I am a stage – a venue I am all the rage – rocking too A driving beat moves me It is the engine of my life Pumping, thumping along It’s the heart that drives this song Making it up as I go along I can’t do anything wrong Life throbs and pulses Mind over matter

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Death on the Beach

Sunlight shimmers on churning waters Sand glitters like gold dust rolling with the waves An azure sky, brilliant colors brightened There is a surreal element to this surf Tumbling over, erosive currents pull Unreal, it seems to be so unreal Like a waking lucid dream Dreamt by this dreamer Experienced in this place A moment of time trapped In my memory forever So that when I endeavor To recall It’s there Yet again Like an aging photo In a photo album Faded at the edges Handled too many times Deeply etched lines On paper and my face As the years have passed by Faster, ever faster To that ultimate destination Without silly recrimination Giving in to the tidal pull Sand gold swirling around me Sunlight tuning blue Dragged away by

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No One Will Remember

And when we are gone It will be like we didn’t exist All the trials, tribulations All the joy, the jubilation A life of toil and achievement Forgotten and gone No one will remember deeds No one will know the impact Written only in the dust of death After that final breath

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The Dead

Somewhere there is a place The dead must go Once here, but now residing Somewhere there Cut off and isolated from the living It used to be called Hades A shadow land full of shadow people And when the sun shines They shimmer like rising heat The dead are fast on their feet Fleet of foot and silent too A higher frequency of life Is that what death truly is? All around us they play Thoughts trapped in the ether And when the light is just right We may gain a glimpse or two A flickering shadow plays Radiating under Sun rays The faint echo of laughter Or a hint of foot steps on ice A face stares back in the mirror A voice speaking starkly From within incandescent static

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I am a Crowded Room

Turn the page and let it go Always something else to know Digging deep into that psychosis Pain is just another emotion Hidden behind your neurosis I talk to myself you know Deep conversations everyday A sure sign of that madness That drives me deeper in I am full of strange characters A world is inside my head Which one am I these days? I am a crowded room I am a party in a smoky room The more I delve the more I see The clearer is my sense of me It’s complicated Thoughts assimilated Manifesting instead Reaching in to reach out Finding God is in me Divinity flows Where ever thought goes Energy directed With thoughtful intent

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Inside is the Outside

Thirty-years counting down If I knew the moment If I could only see That wouldn’t set me free Moments in time Two-dimensional line Eternity viewed through glasses Instants turn out to be flashes Of inspiration No space nor time Inside is the outside Mind is all there really is And everything we do Everything we see Are insignificant moments Computerised torments For this stream In this life-long dream

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Young Fool

It’s so funny how That now when I look back It’s with different eyes It’s so funny how That with my 20:20 retro vision My life becomes a set of lies   Did I let my life pass me by? Was fear of failure fear enough And so no matter how I say goodbye I know I didn’t give my best stuff   What could have, should have been Simply rejected for normality Now I look back to life as a teen It’s with an increasing sense of finality   It’s so funny how Now I really think about it Dream, imagine and drool It’s so funny how Now I am able to act upon it It seems as if I was just a young fool       I

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Artful Words of Science

The Art of Science is my last book of poetry published earlier this year and I happen to believe it is my best so far….. It is full of angst, insights and ideas about life, reality and it all. My poetry is fluid wordplay using words to create feelings and conjure pictures of how I see things. All my poetry books are available on Kindle and in paperback format… Enjoy this sample from The Art of Science called Getting Older. I once thought that I would last forever Had no concerns at all Burned the candles at both ends And in the middle too But there came a time when I suddenly understood Time, was moving quickly on Everyone looks older But not necessarily wiser Certain songs are sung memories

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Vysehrad

This weekend, we were in Prague. A beautiful city with lots to see including Vysehrad. We had never been to Vysehrad for some reason and so that is where we spent Saturday afternoon. Vysehrad has some magnificent views of the river and the city. It also has a church – St. Peter and St. Paul. They charge money to look around the church so we did’t bother but we did wander around the churchyard. Don’t ask me why but that cemetery really creeped me out. It had a sense of something unpleasant and rotten. It left a deep and gloomy impression on me that I am yet to entirely shake off… Cold aged stone has lost its polish The words still legible mourn Moss grows and the ground is damp

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