Nascent Guide
Lost in plain sight, open eyes cannot see as we dream, wish to foresee Clarity is born, our nascent guide seeking a path through the storm
A Story
Within the ripples, light can be seen images grow, emerge into view with the mind’s magic, a story grows where it will lead, only we know
Shackles
Obsessed with the mundane won’t let anything go I’d rather be learning about things I don’t know So much to learn so much to do we should break the shackles of the uninspired glue
We Were the Boss
Watching Football from the early 1980’s or Soccer for our US friends a reminder when life was simple bruised bare knees home for tea then off again to the park full of glee On the bike zipping around many times landing on heavy ground We dusted ourselves off onwards again – We were the boss
Chess
Do you ever feel like a chess piece once I was a pawn Now I like to think I’m a rook going up and down side to side reading a cheap fiction book
Busy
Busy busy doing nothing those moments work takes a back seat sitting back and relaxing putting up the tired old feet Gazing out the window listening to chirps and more maybe this is life at it’s best the other bits can be shown the door
Signature
The gentle trickle a soothing massage for the soul the soft breeze a calming balm for the mind both a reminder that the Universe’s magic is not always signed
Treasure Hunt
The last poem got me thinking munching chips covered in salt and vinegar on the sea front whatever the weather, good or bad in this moment I have won life’s treasure hunt
The Wave
Riding the wave of life in ocean blue breathing the wondrous view
The Stick
Sometimes, just sometimes whilst I obliviously stare I wonder to myself what may have been if I choose to dare When the choice came I choose to stick as I look back did I miss a trick
Fahrenheit
Too hot or too cold balmy or chilled as an Englishman the Weather will always be unfulfilled The daily obsession to look to the Sky wondering Fahrenheit will you be high
Who We Are
Being your authentic self is all that matters trying to be someone else leaves your soul shattered When we hide who we are the true us the beautiful us is lost afar
The Armchair
Distant church bells the cat deep in snores sitting in my favourite chair valiantly ignoring chores Typing this little ditty watching the comfy cat at home in my perfect habitat
The Constant Path
Conflict is always there in the mind on the television a constant to which we cannot be blind As we open our eyes the truth can be seen whether the answer or the unique path on which we’ve been
Inflexion
I’ve had numerous inflexion points in my life most I guess have followed some troubling strife as I look back consider what was I reflect it was just because
Albatross Wings
As I’ve I got older I no-longer care what people think if they don’t like me I just smile and wink The days have passed where such things mattered by the negative attention I’m now suitably flattered Life is too short to worry about such things I’d rather dream of flying on an Albatross’ wings
Unwind
I think these days I’m pretty chilled needed for my sanity to be healed Simple things are all I need anything else just feels like greed Simple in nature simple in mind just the tonic to blissfully unwind
The Daisy Chain
The Daisy Chain of Life continuity in motion there will be waves hidden amongst the vast temporal ocean
The Fence
A fence or barrier we see hindering our path to that we seek whether physical, emotional or intellectual there is no hurdle we cannot leap
The Sanctuary
The days sometimes are a struggle the night fathomless befuddles The sanctuary in between is where peace is found all is neat and clean
Balance
Quiet, silence, peace silence, peace, quiet peace, quiet, silence within these there be balance
The Universe Sings
Life everywhere busily bustling around absorb live in the joyful sound – Pause – As the Universe sings take to your spiritual wings
The Road is Long
The road is long many twists and turns we see but our destination is in sight content we will be
McStuff
Stuff, McStuff and more stuff everywhere in the home, every cupboard each and every corner of the mind Time to declutter then holistically we can truly unwind
Swirling
Words reflections of conscious and sub-conscious all swirled into One
Oh My
Overhead, left then right our little friends zip and fly to take to the air to join their fun What a dream oh my
Nice and Slow
After years of a heavy heart no more he says time to put wrongs right look for that which is bright The path that was followed led to a dead end now a new direction to go taking it nice and slow
Sowing
From the deepest of deep root to the highest of high branch the Tree of Life guides shows us how to grow sowing all that it knows
Harmonious Drums
As the boat crashes against the waves we relentlessly push on as the Dolphin leaps into the air we seek excitement and joy With both fulfilment comes whilst the Universe plays its harmonious drum
Together
Face to face for the first time Cat meets Deer an encounter very queer Staring at each other for so long together they universally belong
Migration of Life
The migration of life through storms we fly sunnier lands we seek With our journey we grow we are strong not weak
Aligned
I’m aligned with nothing I’m aligned with everything I’m part of all I’m part of nothing I am what I am
Cosmic Star
With strength of will from the dust we rise with love in our hearts others we help likewise Across continents we be but together we are As we look up we see the same cosmic star
Flight of the Unknown
The flight of the unknown temporal mysteries to be to most we are blind, cannot see
Wandering Endlessly
As one the Nomad strolls wandering endlessly the path, his only life goal At peace on his own his destination wonderfully therapeutically unknown
A Curious Fella
With a frantic scuttle the little mouse peeps left then right eyes wide in wonder seeing the world as new and bright Staying hidden is not what he is inclined to do this curious fella is scampering his way to Kathmandu
Heavenly Flight
With spirit of the air the Eagles flies her’s is a pilgrimage to find life’s highs With strength of the earth her journey persists any obstacle she will robustly resist With warmth of the sun she is filled with delight onwards she goes on her heavenly flight
Work and Play
Pecking and flicking the Blackbird digs looking for morsels hidden amongst the twigs Fascinating to watch mesmerising in a way much we can learn observing nature work and play
Curtains
As curtains are pulled open what do we see the Sun warming me and thee It’s balmy rays are for each and all connected together unite rather than fall
Blessedly Bright
The boy became a man the man become a husband, a father Seen the darkness, seen the light tentative footsteps are taken to see Life as blessedly Bright
Precious Moments
Those precious moments where the world seems to stop the truth can be seen on authenticity we can subtly eavesdrop
Vagaries of the Seed
From the vagaries of the seed life ebbs and flows We drift from the mother tree to be sown, bring happiness rather than sadness, decompose
Fevered Mind
Through the fevered mind come moments of clarity noise is muted we peek at sanity
Peacefully Evermore
As we travel the Stars are we insane or brave searching for that we crave Transcending nothing via the comet door In life and after peacefully evermore
Two Little Deer
With a skip on the dew two little deers excitedly scamper scamper into view Squirrels watch on with tails alive eagerly wishing they begone gone gone Birds high sing a lullaby song In this moment nothing can possibly feel wrong
The Path
From the right we come to the left we pass following a path to a dead-end impasse From the stars we came to the ground we go in between we pray to the Above help us grow
Waterless
My heart died long ago fertile to barren barren to sand A never ending waterless land
Me and Thee
As we look in the mirror who is it we see The man before is that how others see me Maybe not quite just a reflection that be We are much more me and thee
The Life Giver
Through time it’s seen the rubble in the sand Once man sat as God’s right hand As stone turned to dust flowers bloomed Heaven the life giver the cycle resumed
The Crutch
Nonsense is what I do the pointless sticks to me like glue A moment or two doing not much is a sanity inducing much needed crutch
Simple Pilgrim 