Night After Night

I had intended to post a new poem but it isn't cooked yet, still needs some time for the flavours to meld.

This is another of the 'love song' type of poem that I am sometimes pouring out into the world.

Often I find that I am uncertain as to whether I am getting the right feel so I just offer it for your reading pleasure. If you think that I am not getting it right please tell me.



Night After Night 18 Aug 02

Night after night
You're with me
In my dreams
Day upon day
In all the times
We've shared
You are with me
In my thoughts

On and on
We sing the song
Of life
And lives
Together
Our harmony
And counterpoint
Weave and highlight

And on those
Secret paths
Where we once walked
Fingers entwined
Hearts and minds
Enmeshed and bound
By sacred vows
We chose to make

Our footsteps
Still lead us
Forward, and like the Fool
We take our step
Into infinity
Eternity
Growing together
We go




Hope you enjoyed this - back again soon...

MuseSongs

Changing the mood again today to something a bit lighter, just for the fun of it. I have a few things I intend to post here, some of which may prove to be rather unexpected - you will understand when they arrive. In the meantime I offer...



MuseSongs 24 Sep 2000

Poems dance from my mind
To the beat of a merry drum
Cavort and play
Dance your merry lives away

Fully formed,
The Muse hands to me,
A song, a poem
To whisper, sing
To encourage you to dance
And clap and sing
And wake your Muse

Come sing with me
Our words will make a magic,
A spell to wipe the tears
From the corners of your eyes
To cause a smile to break your frown

So
Raise a smile
Raise a song
Sing the sun through the clouds
Chant the rainbow into the sky
And let us be the ones to say
We've had a beautiful day.




Not too cloying, is it?

Remember Me

Looking around for something to add here I came across this poem and felt that it would be appropriate, for various reasons, for it to put it up here today. I have to admit that it would not be appropriate to publish the reasons but the poem is safe enough.



Remember Me 26 Aug 97

Remember me
Remember all those days
When we
Were together, where we,
Together, did all the happy things
That I remember
And enjoyed

Remember me
Remember the touch
The gentle caress
The gentle touch

Remember me
Remember the dreams we shared
The songs we sang
The dreams we shared

Remember me
Remember the ways
In which we touched
In which we played

Remember me
Remember the good times,
Ignore the bad times,
We both enjoyed

Remember me
Remember me

Remember me.




Memories of things past, often flood back without warning.

Directions

After yesterday's little diversion, back to the poems for a bit with this. It has a strange feel to it and I will just allow you to make up your own mind about this.

As you can see, some poems take an age to come forth from the recesses of the mind to be placed on the page. This was one of them...




Directions 15 Sep 96, 22 Sep 97, 02 May 03

In
And out
and round about
Talk
And sing
And scream and shout

Where are you going?
Where have you come from?

In:
The dark times
When you don't think
The fun times
Loaded with drugs and drink

Out:
The light times
When thought was all
But talking to you
Was like talking to a wall

Round about:
Those in-between times
When you and I came
To the point when we
Realised we were really the same

Where am I going?
Where am I coming from?

In:
I cannot see
Closed windows, closed doors
Drawn curtains reinforcing
The shadows across the floors

Out:
Sight begins to grow
Light spreads across my mind
Footsteps across the land
Goddess knows what I shall find

Round about:
I never knew
I still don't know
The path I need to take
The way I really ought to go

Where are we going?
Where have we all come from?

In:
The light blinds our eyes
In searing, coruscating,
Rainbow intense, searchlight
Torn from the sun

Out:
All eyes open
Eyelids protesting
The unexpected vistas
Shake our understanding

Round about:
The path now illumined
Marked with fire and with crystal
One foot before another
We walk into the future





This quote seems to be really appropriate to this poem...

"Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures." Henry Ward Beecher

...I wonder how much of me I am painting here.

O Me Misererum

Reliance on electricity

Before I really get going I should note here that this being written on one of those white rectangles of white stuff called "paper" I believe - and using a pen. I thought that a pen was something you stuck in a USB port to enable transfer of documents - or whatever. This one has "ink" in it, that flows onto the "paper" and leaves a trail.

Getting back to the point here...you don't realise how reliant you are on electricity till it is not available. There is a scheduled power-outage [for safety reasons], the trees in the area that are interfering with the power lines are being pruned and so the electricity is off from 10:00 till 15:00. Can hear the chainsaws nearby as the work is being done.

You really do not know how reliant you are on the stuff till you have to do without. As you probably know, my wake/sleep cycle is shifted round in the day - I get to bed around 03:30 [give or take anything up to an hour] and wake around 10:30 so the power was already off when I emerged.

First sign that things were different was, not being able to shave, I don't use a wet razor - haven't done since I was a kid and I am not certain my skin can take it now.

The inside of the 'fridge stayed dark.

Coffee could have been a problem but Lovely Wife was wonderful and had prepared a large vacuum flask with hot water. So I am able to slurp the caffeine solution while writing this.

I had intended to use the laptop for my usual things but there are two main obstacles to this. The battery life is stunningly poor, I can get maybe 30 minutes of work before getting a "low battery warning, change battery or connect to the mains in order to continue working" message. The second obstacle is that, even if battery life wasn't an issue, the broadband router is mains powered so I couldn't communicate via e-mail, Twitter, Facebook...

I suppose I could use semaphore...but it doesn't have the range.

*puts pen down, looks at clock, sighs, twiddles thumbs*

The sound of chainsaws is really irritating...

Not that anyone I know, knows semaphore - including me.

The power came back on a half-hour late, I then had to go around resetting various timers to make sure that everything would work as it should.



[Something a little different today - hope you find it interesting and entertaining. If not, we apologise - normal service will be resumed shortly...in the meantime please chat amongst yourselves.]

The Ancient Songs

I always feel, when I write a poem - or whatever - that I will always remember what it was that triggered the creation of the piece and so I never leave any notes for myself at the time.

False hope!

So this means that I really do not have any real idea where this poem came from but, no matter, I still present it for your reading pleasure.



The Ancient Songs 17 Nov 96

Singing the ancient songs
Ensnaring
Casting the web.
Binding my heart

Holding my heart
Keeping my love
My memories
Those things we shared
Those days we had together
Held forever

Crystal mornings
Crimson sunsets
Silver sea, orange sun,
Sitting, watching, embracing, loving,
Together in the fading light.





There is certainly a link here with Sennen Cove but that happens so frequently that I feel there is no need to mention it.

I hope you enjoyed the offering today.

Love

Between Worlds

During my night, I slept deeply but woke feeling that I had only just gone to bed. I was certain that I experienced something but didn't know exactly what it was.

This poem describes the feelings that came through as I moved through my early day and allowed the memories to surface.



Between Worlds 04 Jul 09

The mysterious times
The interval between breaths
Fragments of time
When eyes are shut
In a blink

The times when
You are aware
Of the overlapping spaces
Where the mystical
And the normal
Touch

Dragons slumber, dream
Of times when mortals
Never feared them
Knowing that time
Will come again

Unicorns
Empowering
Touch your heart
With love

You remember
You have played there
Now see
With open eyes

They await...



This is a rather special poem, special for me and - I hope - for you too.

Enjoy your day, love from me and the rest of our creation.

I Am...

This poem is a kind of reminder to myself as well as to the other people in my life - the message is for all.

Only just realised that this poem is nearly 24 years old, can it really be that long since it was written?



I Am... 19 Jul 85

I am the Jester
Into your life I try to bring
A little laughter
To wash away the tears

I am the Piper
Music is my gift to you
To help you sing
The songs
Which tell the hopes
That make the living better

I am the Wordsmith
A play, a song, a poem
All these things
I give to you
To make your world
A little sweeter



I hope this poem has made your life a little sweeter today.

Love you all...

Awake

As is quite often the case with these posts, I selected this totally at random. The amazing thing is that it has relevance to me at the moment in something I am going through; I will not discuss it further here, it is not the time or the place, but instead just offer the poem for your reading pleasure.



Awake 05 Jan 93

Across the sand
Beneath the waves
A thousand feet
In unique rhythms
Journey
To find the stones
In circle round
Or standing proud
In lonely majesty.
And
When found
To dance
The eternal
Dance

Awake
The sleeping Dragon
From slumbers deep and ancient
Awake
Your mind, free your thoughts
From paths so well trod
That the meaning has for so long faded




Just one short poem today, let me know what you feel...

More from 1985

I take pleasure in adding these poems from the year 1985 to this blog, the first one is yet another Senryū - written at the end of a surprisingly warm spring day after a walk to Eltham Common, in South East London only a few miles from where I used to live, the Common was the subject of several walks.

The title is fairly mundane but the feel is rather special.



Eltham Common 02 Feb 85

When the butterfly
Landed on my hand, we smiled
A magic moment



The second poem comes from a little later in the year and explores some of my key issues, make of it what you will...



Babylon 28 Apr 85

O Babylon
Once upon a time
Your waters washed me.
We parted
Though I don't know how
Or why.
My memories
Of your warm waters
Sing constantly
Through my mind.
Maybe one day
I will return
Though I know not when
But one day
We will dance
Together
Again



I considered adding an image but decided against it; you can see the butterfly, you have been to Babylon - even if it was not in this life so how can pictures help?

Till next time - love to you.