Buttercups and daisy saucers, Hogwarts and cat’s tails. Robins and blue tits. A lark and a battle of wits. What and with which witch? Legs of newts and spider fibs. A skull’s beard is not so weird, as would a banker with a heart. Rainbows and mirrored lakes. Or an aurora borealis? Flying fish and […]
Category Archives: Poems
Night is True!
For ‘t needs no mask. Night abounds, surrounds, absorbs and whispers. Secrets bourne on silence, or at the most, on the rustling of the winds. Beings leave their bodies, useless, senseless, for no soul to behold. And we, its children, revert to our truest form. Ageless, essential, primal. Screaming for the light, the one that […]
What if the Lord came back today?
What if the Lord came back today? What do you think He would say? What if the Lord looked into your heart… And told you not to hate in His name! What if He came and looked into your eyes? Would you hold His gaze or look away? What if Jesus Christ came back… and nobody […]
In honour of Miss Emmy…
I wish I could have known you! The Invitation Oriah Mountain Dreamer home page It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know […]
Listen For The Silence!
Listen for the silence, underlying all the noise. Harken and listen well, for it is there, all-knowing. Only the silence of the mind can bring full meaning. Only the stillness of the heart may encompass true love. In the emptiness of being lie all answers. (by Ralphie A Burcke)
Ode to a Tree.
Whatever makes a tree want to be a tree? Rooted in the ground, instead of roaming free? To hold together the earth, serve as home to legions, convert poisons into air… Be a true being of magic. A creature of energy, renewing itself always, in concentric rings of ageless power. Next time you meet a tree, […]
Summer Rain
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout! Across the window-pane It pours and […]
Has HE Given Up?
Do you think God still believes in Man these days? Do you think He has faith, that we’ll turn out all right? Or did He give up… and has taken up knitting instead?
Where Have All The Trees gone?
They matter, first and foremost! They are the serene breath, and soulmates of us all. They should be treasured! The present smells so putrid, of death for future generations. A prison made from dreams gone sour, of concrete, steel and ugliness. The demigods and nymphs of old, have been replaced by meat, fit only for […]
My Neighbour…
My neighbour is the silent type. His lawn, it doth speak for him, mowed to sheer perfection, it frowns upon my weeds, that laze about without a care, and smell of sweet inaction.
Artists…?
People call us weird… for loving life? Or for seeing through the bullshit? And ’cause a simple sunset melts our hearts? Maybe for finding beauty, where you see drab? If you were to express your feelings in a poem, or whistle a tune, invented on the spot, just for the heck of it, or to show you’re […]
In Search of a Chair.
“For years I said if I could only find a comfortable chair I would rival Mozart.” – Morton Feldman From Ralphie: I set off… in search of a chair, not any old thing, but one that enveloped my spirit and soul, a conduit for my muse, and above all, a safe haven from distraction. In which […]
Share in Beltane…
Let us prance and kiss berries, And let’s swoon at the Moon… Let us fart at our demons, And drink wine with a spoon… Let us curse all traditions, And invite a new past… Let us wallow in change, and forget all we knew… Let us brew a bright life, and make love to a […]
Beautiful Words From Christopher Poindexter.
From Word Porn:
Silvery Majesty.
Staring in you beauteous eyes, I sometimes spy an older you, in a mellow future dream, of utter trust and silent understanding. A vision of silvery majesty, luxuriating in spent urgency, as need blossoms into sharing, along ages of lilting laughter. A lake filled with tears of joy, to relax our still-smiling bones in, with […]
A Farmer I Would Be!
When I grow up, I would be a farmer, who sows seeds of light in pockets of sorrow. Who cultivates smiles in moments of distress and listening ears for those in need of one. Who shares what he reaps, with every living being of the land, sea and air. Will you meet me there?
Oh, For to Meet in Her Eyes!
From The Organic Witch;
The hand of Mother Nature…
The hand of Mother Nature cradles her many children in the gentlest of ways, to keep them safe from harm. Nimbly and sure-footed, across intersecting tightropes, she balances our greedy needs, against the greater good of all. Like all good mothers would, she protects her flesh and blood, who by their mindless straying would surely […]
(A-) Wake!?
Dancing with the deaf to an emerging loony tune, played by a lonely angel, in the eye of the Moon. A heart beats the drum of its insane longing for the silence after death, the release from clamour. A soul holds still and waits, for the shedding of matter, a reunion with the source, from […]
Water…
Falling water, twists around itself, to catch every minute ray, and stare dumb and found at the rainbow it creates. Water still and mute, entices mighty Moon, to enter its hallowed being, for to whisper secrets, as foretold by the heavens, of the weaving of time. Water rushes onwards, screaming mad with fury, at the […]
The Monthly Climax.
The blood Moon rises, full-breasted and aglow. She stands tall and stares, never once blinking. Forever bound to Earth, in a rhythmic dance, with mesmerizing tides, of longing and of sharing. Pulsing, thrusting, needing, until the monthly climax brings forth the miracle of her children’s dreaming.
Turning the Tables.
From Ralphie: My demons are back, yes… again!, but instead of fighting them, I hugged them instead, thereby turning them into friends, which surprised them no end. Gone is the enmity, gone is the fear. Surprising, what a change of perspective can clear. Kindness is a way of life, a way of being, especially gentleness […]
Hundred.
A thousand books my library Contains; And all are primed, it seems to me With brains. Mine are so few I scratch in thought My head; For just a hundred of the lot I’ve read. A hundred books, but of the best, I can With wisdom savour and digest And scan. Yet when afar from […]
The Joke.
The harridan who holds the inn At which I toss a pot, Is old and uglier than sin,– I’m glad she knows me not. Indeed, for me it’s hard to think, Although my pow’s like snow, She was the lass so fresh and pink I courted long ago. I wronged her, yet it’s sadly true […]
Tick Tock.
From Lieven Grillaert: How can i tell what is in your mind, the twisting of your thoughtshas left me wandering in the darkhas left me searching for an answer its cold and lonely in the darkwhere even silence makes a soundand danger lurks around the cornerand no answers can be found so tell me please […]
Sharing Me.
I left tiny particles of my being, scattered around the world, attached to kindred souls I’ve met, to form a forever-bond. Connected till infinity, with those dear to me, whether here or in the beyond. Of this thought I’m quite fond!
For My Friend: Paul Davenport.
If you wish to know the real me, you should see me with my friends, my family, my brothers from the street, those who have seen it all, and still came out laughing! Yes, you, you do not see me or them, you judge, you ignore, you do not know, what went on before. My […]
“No!” to Darkness.
Through multifold layers of shame and deceit, darkness beckons, to swipe me off my feet! Down into the pit, for yet another hit, but ‘no’, such a simple word, is quite an effective remedy!
Decay of a Lost Love.
Putting memories of misery to rest. They be best in the grave, where, no harm done, they may lie safe. I’ve no need of pain, no more. I cut the bonds of these old sores. But still, somehow, the emptiness remains.
My Sweet Rock.
I hurled my searing pain at the nearest rock, and, the sweetheart, it wept! I embraced it instead. I begged its forgiveness and swore nevermore, by my selfish inattention, to cause it heartache nor sore.
