Sunday, 30 August 2009


Another poem from my archives while waiting for new poems to be born...

Remembering - 22 Jun 03

There was a time
We watched the sunset
And we dared to say
I love you

We smiled in the afternoon
As we touched
And we heldeach other's hands
We kissed

Playing in the morning light
As the sun rose
And in the rose we pledged
Our love

In the pre-dawn dark
We knew what we wanted
And gathering our strength
We came

Between the stars
We flew to meet the world
Where we would be, and
We am

Another of the backward time messages reaching from the now into that pre-time existence when all things are possible.

Friday, 28 August 2009

Love Me

A request...

Love Me - 29 Jun 03

Let me hear the words again
The ones that you said to me
In the golden days
When our time was young and new

I cannot make you love me
I can only give you my love
And hope that you will respond
In kind and kindness

Will you tell me that you love me?
Or that you would rather let me go
I don't know and I would rather not know
If the answer is what I don't want to hear

And through all this I still
Want to hear the words that you
Gave me all those years ago

It was only when going through these poems that I realised how many of them are left dangling in the way this poem is...seems to work though.

Till next time.

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Thursday, 27 August 2009


A gentle piece from 2000, I cannot say what inspired me to write it or to post it here today but in the latter case it just seemed right.

Fragments - 30 Oct & 05 Nov 00

Gentle waves
Wash the sand where we once walked
Gentle breezes
Whisper the words we once talked

Warm sunlight
Caresses the land
Our conversations
By the crystal
And refracted
Around us
And through us
To us
And beyond

Gentle waves
Bathe our tiredness away
Gentle breezes
Give us back our breath

Thinking about it, this has an almost prayer-like feel to it, probably explains the request to post.

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Wednesday, 26 August 2009

I Should Have Said...

Delving into the past again, till more new poems start to emerge into the world.

I Should Have Said... - 12 May 05

And I never had the chance
To say to you
All the things I really wanted to say

Like, I love you

When we were together
I was filled with the thoughts
And feelings of the special time
Where we had something to share

Because of this
I never said the things
That really matter
And I feel that I have missed
The chance to let you know

I love you

Should we meet again
I wonder if I would have the courage
To admit to you
The feelings that I hold
And say that

I love you

The times we shared
The thoughts that passed
Through both of our minds
As we played and allowed the feelings
To drift gently
And playfully
As we sat and held hands together

And I still feel
That I missed the chance to say

I love you

Never miss the chance to say I love you, it isn't worth the pain if the chance is lost and certainly it isn't worth it for you or your special 'friend' whomever that might be.

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Tuesday, 25 August 2009

Singing and Whispering

A little love song about a love song - this is the only way I can describe this poem.

Singing and Whispering - 25 Aug 09

You sang for me
In the space between
The rain and the moon

You whispered
Sweet words to me
As you thought I slept

I shall forever treasure
The memory of the sound
Of your voice

As you sang, as you whispered
Those words to me
"I love you"

Autobiographical? I will leave you to ponder...

Yes, I'm smiling again.

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Monday, 24 August 2009

Haunting Whispers

I had been waiting for the nudge from Muse for a little while. I was looking at a scrap of paper with a few random lines that had come to me over the last week. I suddenly realised that these were not in the right order - a few changes were made and suddenly it grew into what you see here.

Haunting Whispers - 24 Aug 09

In the pregnant, poignant times
Torn from the spaces
Between our words
My thoughts reside
Beside the unspoken questions,
Questioning what we are doing
To ourselves.

The pain in our eyes
Is clear to see
For those who care to look...
But, who looks?
I dare not
Even peek
Between fingers
Pressed against my eyes

I cannot hide from the whispers
The echoes of forgotten
Words and thoughts
We spoke so long ago
Can we make them fade?
Only a few small words
Can drown them out
But dare we say
"I love you"

Before anyone asks, this poem is not autobiographical - not from this life anyway. I have to admit that the emotions I felt while writing these words were rather stronger than I had anticipated and so may well be another echo from times past.

Till next time...

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Sunday, 23 August 2009


This is another of my poems which reflect a certain sense of not being in the place I am supposed to be. This is a feeling that has followed me for very many years and I probably never will totally get away from it.

I hope that writing about my feelings will assist the process of coming to terms with them.

Outside - 24 Feb 88

The grey of day
Deepens into night.
Beside me
A gentle stream
Of music,
Drum and voice
Plays sad tales
Of other years
In times gone by.

Many of my poems have a sad theme running through them, it makes them rather more poignant, I feel.

Saturday, 22 August 2009


I felt that I really wanted to post this today, there is a feeling that indications of new beginnings are about to make themselves very clear and this poem gives an indication of this feeling.

Fire - 14 Oct 00

Banished by the thoughts
Of a new-found day
A new-found fire.
Was a boundary
Which none could cross
But now
On wings of flame
We fly
In the moonkissed sky
Carrying our dreams
Into the light
Helping them to grow
To flourish, to bloom
To seed
The next generation,
To set them on their path.

I'm not going to say any more here, I will just allow this poem to stand by itself and invite comments - as usual.

Till next time...

Friday, 21 August 2009


A poem created late in the day - or it may have been very early in the day. It addresses some of the fears of any on.

Revelations - 28 Dec 83

Sitting in the darkness
Writing by the light from a streetlamp
Wondering if the scrawl
Will be legible in the cold
Light of day
Perhaps the time
Will be wasted
Perhaps it will not.
There's always the chance
That I'll be misunderstood
The timing of the revelation
Is always critical
And the fear is that
I have got it wrong.

I cannot be certain what the revelation was that triggered the poem, the memory of this is lost in the mists of time and may never be recalled but I feel the poem stands the test of time.

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Thursday, 20 August 2009

Remember Forever

Another slushy love poem - I don't care, I'm proud of what I am and what I write.

Remember Forever - 20 Jan 06

Those sweet afternoons,
We shared
The little touches
We made and felt

How we wished that they
Could go on forever

The power is within us
To make this happen
Take it on beyond
Just a wish
And into reality

What we had
Can last forever
We only have to make it so
And then
Our touches can last
As long as we want

Now we can say
I love you forever
And know that what we say
Will be
And forever

No apologies...if you don't like it just tell me. *grin*

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Wednesday, 19 August 2009

Midnight Mass

I originally started to write this poem as a rather cynical response to the concept of 'organised religion' but as I wrote the words, the feel changed.

Midnight Mass - 23 Aug 01

The words of the priest
Echo down the aisle
The forgotten prayers
Of countless years
In the late night
The darkness of
The midnight mass

He called the faithful
To prayer
Of those who answered
Only the faithful
Only the fearful
Managed to say the words
And sing the hymns
And chant the responses
Of the mass

Body and Soul
In the midnight hour
When darkness touches the heart
And minds of the faithful
This is the Body
The open mouth accepts
This is the Blood
And sips, tasting the life.

In the echoes, in the aisle
Footsteps falter
The darkness gathers
And in the midnight hour
A gentle touch
A hand touches the brow
Of the priest
His face illumined
By the Light
And he knows
He is here, She is here
We is

The poems I write are my personal feelings and thoughts and are not meant as any kind of insult to any religion or individual belief pattern.

If you don't like the thoughts behind any of my works please do not hesitate to tell me, I would be interested in what you have to say. Come to that, if you do like these thoughts you can tell me that too...

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Tuesday, 18 August 2009

The Wind from the Sun

I have been accused of being an Incurable Romantic, this poem may well be the final note in that symphony - no chance, there are many more to come from the inner me.

The Wind from the Sun - 06 Nov 02

Our love
Was born in flame
Bright enough
To shine through the rain
And throw
A crystal spectrum
Across our soul

We watched the sunset
On a thousand worlds
Then drank the dawn
And intoxicated
Walked hand in hand
Along the shore
Of eternity
Feel the gentle waves
Caress our feet
Sweep the sand
Ahead of us into a carpet
Of flowers

We were
Born for each other
We chose to be
And again

Our spirits intertwined
Try to escape...
We might as well
Try to outrun
The wind from the sun

Another bid for the crown of Incurable Romantic - maybe more to come fairly soon.

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Monday, 17 August 2009

Broken Promises

This little poem arrived without any real warning to me that it was on the way. The links here are to a few points in my past, without which this poem could never have been born.

Broken Promises - 16 Aug 09

Isn't it strange?
After all the talk
And the games
And the promises
We made...

I reached for you
Tried to touch you
And you weren't there
As you promised
I waited
I waited for you to arrive

You said that we
Would never part
And that our love
Was eternal
We promised
That we would stay
And you said that you
Would be there for me

I never realised
That promises
Were so fragile
And could be broken
Without a thought

But still I wait
For you

I shall wait

My poetic mind embroiders the memory of what was reality and presents it's own version, this is how and why this vision appeared. Nothing I have been through is as heavy as I can portray it as being...though it makes a good story.

Sunday, 16 August 2009

Destiny's Journal

Just a short poem today and one which has a really different feel to those I have shown before.

I cannot recall what, or who, actually inspired this poem into being, it was a long time ago. Whatever it was, it must have made quite an impact on me at the time, even though this inspiration has passed.

Destiny's Journal - 22 Feb 88

In the shuttered spaces
In the tombs
In the temples
Catacombs and echoing vaults
You shall find me

Feeding on the darkness
Riding on the nightmare
You come for me

I know that we shall meet
Our conflict in Destiny's Journal
Inscribed, bound and sealed
We shall meet

I often wonder how many faces Muse has - and how many are yet to be shown to me.

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Saturday, 15 August 2009


Another poem that took a long time to come into existence, it is often the case that the first part of a poem reveals itself quite easily and the remainder takes a little while longer.

We - 07 Jul, 20 Jul, 15 Sep 96


I am
The bearer
Of the dream

Rider on
The night's
Cool air

Dancer in
The day's

Keeper of


You are
The dreamer
You know my thoughts

In the night
You know
My steed

The daily music
Guides your
Every move

The mystery
Is no mystery
To you


We are
The singers
Of life's song

Walkers in
The sky and
In the clouds

The songs
Drive us on
Across the worlds

And we weave
Our own
Special mystery

I hope you like this one, it has a special memory for me - as do most of my poems.

Friday, 14 August 2009

Riding in the Dark

Back to the poems today but who knows what will come from this page in the future.

Riding in the Dark - 08 Nov 02

Break the silence
With a cry in the dark
A midnight dream
Disturbs your sleep
The mare leaps
Across your bed
And drags you screaming
Into a darkness of your own
The dread you feel
Is yours alone
To keep
If you choose

Break the tension
With a cry in your dream
Shatter the bonds
Of the midnight schemes
In your sleep, in your dreams
Tame the mare
Ride her 'cross the fields
Of the dark night
Ride her till the dawn
Comes to light the way,
Now she is yours
And the ride will be sweet

Ride on
Claim the light in the dark
The stars are yours
To claim
If you wish

Just a quick posting today because it is later than I had intended - there shall be more soon.

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Thursday, 13 August 2009


As a change from the poems I usually post here, I offer a short story. It is the first of a sequence, I probably will not post any further stories in this series, instead I wait for the whole thing to fully manifest and become a novella - or whatever.

Sya-Eeshan - Jan 84

From my vantage point high on Mount Kakarinka I looked down over the island, stretched in its serpentine way across the ocean. Twelve of the thirteen city towers were visible, fairly clearly, despite the early morning haze that shrouded the dawn over Ocean. The thirteenth, I knew, lay behind me in the west, for I had just climbed from there to take one last look before I left this world.

There was a fluttering noise behind me and a sharp down-draft shook the dew from the bracken, startling the Tent-web spiders into running for cover. I did not look round for I knew who it was. For a moment before she spoke, silence reigned broken only by the distant cries of the Yellow Gulls.

"Kefan. Must you leave?" Her voice, as always, sent goose-pimples chasing each other down my back.

"You know I must, Sya-Eeshan. I explained to you why I have to leave."

"Can you not hide? They will not miss you."

"Oh Sya-Eeshan, you know that; if I could, if there was some way, I would stay. This world means more to me now than my own. You mean more to me than any other person I have ever known...but I have warned you, have I not, that when the message comes ordering my return I must obey." I found it difficult to complete my little speech as, increasingly, I found my voice trying to break and the lump in my throat was becoming harder to swallow past.

Finally Sya-Eeshan pushed past me and stood with her back to the edge of the cliff. Staring straight into my eyes, a torrent of tears streaming unashamedly down her cheeks and dripping onto her small, beautiful breasts. Even with her face set into a rigid mask of intense sorrow she was painfully beautiful.


"Sya-Eeshan, I am sorry..."

"I will never forget you Kefan." She turned away, her toes overhung the cliff-edge. "Good-bye Kefan, try to remember me." She pushed herself forward over the edge and dropped like a stone for a hundred metres before spreading her golden wings and soaring in a long sweeping curve out of sight.

I had taken one involuntary step forward with my arms outstretched before I could control myself. My vision was heavily clouded; tears, stained blood-red by the first rays of Nyess as it pulled itself above the horizon, dripped from my open eyes.

Savagely, I wiped my face with the back of my hand and turned away from the view. Feeling more weary than I had ever felt, I started on the long walk down to the plain of Kreek-nye.

This is the first story in a sequence entitled [provisionally] the 'Farewell Fragments' - your comments are particlularly invited.

Wednesday, 12 August 2009

Walking Together

Today's poem is another one from my older works, it called rather loudly to be shown - I have heeded that call and so present it here for you reading pleasure...

Walking Together - 13 Jul 97

We have walked through the darkness
You and I
Our fingertips touching
Guiding, leading
Taking it in turns
To show the way
To help the faltering foot.

We have walked through the dawn
Hand in hand through
The growing light
Confidence, learning
How to take control
Striding toward the sun.

We have walked through the afternoon
You and I
In sympathy, knowing
Our deepest feelings
Taking it in turns
To touch our minds
Our inner thoughts, our lives.

We have walked in the evening
Mind in mind through
The fading light
Knowing that, whatever,
We will always be,
Have always been, together.

We will walk through the darkness
You and I
Eternally together
Our spirits are together
Having drunk from the well
We know that we shall always be

I hope you enjoyed this offering.

More soon...

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Tuesday, 11 August 2009

In Vagrant Apparition

Another of the vaguely autobiographical poems, I feel that - if I can exorcise some of these here I can be free of the memories...I don't think that it is going to work actually.

I can hope though.

In Vagrant Apparition - 17 May 05

Her dark hair
And dark eyes
And dark hidden thoughts

Still return to haunt

When I least expect them

While locked in dream
Or as I rise
Or as I make my way
Around the town

She is there

Watching me

I have tried to exorcise
The stray un-necessary thoughts
But still a memory
Claws its way back
To re-surface


You're back again

I'm sure that you have all met someone like this, nice enough to be friends but with something beneath the surface which makes you wish to take a step back.

Till next time...

Monday, 10 August 2009

The Lady Selene

Discovered that today isn't a creating day - even though I really wanted it to be - but a reflective day, one in which memories are stirred and brought to the surface again.

I present this short poem for your reading pleasure.

The Lady Selene - 07 Sep 06

In the early hours
The Lady Selene
Prepares for bed
Her face veiled
Against those who do not understand
The sky dark
Yet holding promise
Of the day ahead

Quite a short offering today...I shall try to do better - when my brain wakes up.

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Sunday, 9 August 2009


Just a short poem - written this afternoon, in response to my own mental request for something really new.

So here is another acrostic entitled...

Freedom - 09 Aug 09

From a cage, I looked out
Reaching for that
Elusive dream.
Even as I stretched, I knew
Deep within that
Only I had the key to
My release from the cage

I don't really know what triggered this poem but I let it fly...

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Saturday, 8 August 2009

Moonchildren - Moondancing

I wanted to take a look at this poem for a long time, I was rather put off when I discovered that the wrong poem was hiding behind the document title. While looking for something completely unrelated to it, I was pleased to come across a folder containing a printed version. It is now filed and I present it here for your reading pleasure.

Moonchildren - Moondancing - 18 Apr 02

Your dreams
Scratching at my midnight door
Attempting to wake me
From a starless sleep

A kiss in the darkness
And my dreams
Around my watching Soul
They weave a merry dance
Calling the dream
To watch and witness
The vows
We make

I think it was worth the wait, hope you did too.

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Friday, 7 August 2009

Stolen Dreams

If my memory serves me well, this poem was born when I saw ice-crystals in my garden reflecting the light from a street lamp and the moon and images arrived rapidly - all I had to do was transcribe them and place them on a pad.

Stolen Dreams - 27 Dec 00

Stolen dreams
Pieced together from the fragments
Formed, reformed
Of our nightmares

Forgotten shards
Glinting on the ground
Between the blades of grass
Each holding a separate memory
Of an image
Held and lived then lost
In the night
While stars danced around me

Captive songs
Tell of those moments in the lives
When tears and laughter
Blended in our fears

Forgotten days
Flying before the sun
Riding through the midday heat
Clutching at the bubbles of the thoughts
Formed, insubstantial, as we drift
From moment to moment
To moment
In which we think
We think

A change of mood and feel today but not so very much I feel.

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Thursday, 6 August 2009

The Central Theme

I have to say that I don't know why that title was chosen for the poem, something suggested it and I felt that I didn't want to argue - I'm nice like that. [Grinning broadly while typing...]

Please read and enjoy...

The Central Theme - 16 & 21 Nov 02


Kissed a maiden
And was rewarded
With a smile
My friends said "You lucky --- "
But there was nothing
Behind the smile
But emptiness


Kissed a mother
And felt guilty
Because she 'belonged'
To someone else
But she was
Everything to everyone
Protector and provider
And her touch was truly


Kissed a crone
And was blessed
Because I dared to see
The beauty within
Rather than the image
That time presents


Kissed a soul
And shared

Comments are always welcome...

Till next time.

Wednesday, 5 August 2009

Finding Freedom

This was originally written about someone I knew, the story is somewhat embellished but the overall feeling is certainly valid and is a sort of warning, to myself and everyone else too, about being careful where you put your energies.

Finding Freedom - 12 Jul 03

You have the power
I do not have the strength
To draw you away from me
I cannot spell
My incantations
Will not work
And you draw me
Into your web
To ensnare me
In the darkness
Of your time

When I awoke
I realised
That you did not really
Have the strength
Or the power
To hold me
I played
Taking your strength
Taking your power
To me

And then
I woke
And you have no power
Over me
I can create the spell
I sing the incantations
That will allow me
To be free
Of your web
And your darkness is no more

Never wanting to make that kind of connection ever again.
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Tuesday, 4 August 2009

Farewell to the Blind Man

This is the first poem in a rather slow-growing cycle I have called "Song of the Magpie", based loosely on the childhood rhyme. Too slow growing, I shall have to encourage it along and get it to grow.

Farewell to the Blind Man - 19 Apr 96

How can I help you?
When you don't believe
In fairy tales

I have been with you,
Seen with you
The sights in this magical land
But your eyes are closed
And you refuse to look.
So though I can take you
I cannot make you
See what is there

In sorrow then
I must take my leave
And travel on alone.
I cannot give any more
If you cannot take
And we our separate ways
Must take

And the saddest thing
Is that you probably don't even see
My tears of sorrow
As we part

European Magpie Pica picaImage via Wikipedia

This is one of the very few poems from me that contains some rhyming parts - very unusual, it should be treasured for that alone [stop grinning Ainsley].

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Monday, 3 August 2009


This poem is dedicated specifically to Muse, she comes to me in different ways and with different moods but always with inspiration.

In thanks, I offer...

Questing - 15 Jun 92

When I learned to speak and write
Words like these came slowly.
Feelings that are commonplace
Were hard to find, to touch, to see.
It was difficult to find
The real me
Amongst the others claiming to be I.
In a slow progression
The quest commenced
And passed through phases strange
Where I's of dimensions
Odd and unusual
Walked the nights and days
Of the soul
Stalked the wind and the ways,
Where poets danced
And sat and dreamed their timeless dreams
And drank the wine
The Muse had poured
Into the gilded chalice.
Once tasted, the bittersweet draught
Is found to be addictive
So now I take my fill,
The pain with the pleasure
Swallowed in equal measure.
Drink, drunk, intoxicated
With her charms,
The Muse holds me and I
In her spell;
Enchanted. Enchantress.
She who was and is and will be
Guardian, Guide, Protector,
Mother, Muse, Lover,
Friend. Eternal.

I give thanks to Muse; for pain and pleasure both give rise to wondrous things.

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Sunday, 2 August 2009

From the Memories...

I am just going to post this poem without any real explanation, just feel it and let the emotions flow over you as they did over me, when I originally wrote it - and now, come to that.

From the Memories... - 17 Jun 06

In those years long past
We touched
And our hands, passed over each other
We smiled and we touched again

Loves lost, loves found again
And we said that we would love
For all time
And forever

Remembering, all those times we had
Remembering, all those loves we shared
But knowing that these things
Can return

Touching now
We can rekindle the memories
And all those lovely times we had
And I say, touch me now

I hope you enjoyed this offering.

Back before too long with more...

Saturday, 1 August 2009


I started to put together today's blog post and had fully intended to use one of the lighter works, maybe a love song or something. Spirit, however, had other ideas and every folder and every document opened showed things which were somewhat darker than my usual offerings here - not that this poem is particularly dark but the closing stanza is fairly deep.

I am not going to argue but instead have chosen to post the lightest of the poems I looked at.

Protecting - 26 Oct 85

Night wraps her hands around me
Enfolding my body in her grasp
Fending dæmons from my mind,
My eyes, my soul.
In the darkness
Moon dancing
Running rings around the Earth
Star singing
Songs of all the ancient Gods

The morning
Comes too easily
I don't know
Where I am going
Or where I really want to be

As with all these offerings, if you can see anything that looks like a really hidden meaning [something I haven't pointed out in the post] feel free to make a comment - they are always welcome. Don't hesitate...leap in - the water's fine.

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