Time and tide

Time and tide don’t know the cost

of making waves at home

but it’s like there’s no control

when visions of the far away

captivate the mind.

Held within this vice of time

I think and count the sleeps

and dreams and wishes, needs

that crash back again

onto the real and deadly.

(Photograph by Frank Bennett, New Zealand)

And then again the tide, desire

floats me heart and soul

back out into the freedom

of love’s true give and take.

It’s a haunting really in effect

that stalks my daylight hours

and agitates normality

until everything breaks down

but, oh, that solidity

of this present life and times

like rocks to not give passage

to visions of the mind!

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Not yet

The sun has no alternative and it stretches out
but it’s a lonely voyage through layers of “not yet”
to the full glory and wonder of noontide.

Alone it feels the burn of a timeless yearn
to no more be trapped on the outskirts of love
but to organize priorities, pause, and enjoy,
the infusion of new energy
before its fire starts to wane
and the night triumphant reigns.

Higher, higher,and sun rises to the call
but rain penetrates the heat haze of a need
and cools the edges of repetitive endeavours
to enliven its mind to a broader based view.

Around and around; the sun goes around
the perimeter of love like a peeping tom
unable to go from witness to partaker
and too weak to undo
the knot of conditioning.

The sun is nearly there directly up above
but my eyes are downcast, my heart in sympathy,
for all who walk the “not yet” trails,
shine halfheartedly,
and reach the peak of human needs
unmindful of the spirit.

Around and around till in death we’ll maybe find
the sun has stayed behind, the night has claimed the crown,
and clouds of regret hide the pale moon light!

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Around the corner

‘tis not around the corner

where love should stay alone

and like the sun enliven minds

from the far away outside.

 

And it’s like a shadow falling

that turns to blackened ash

all glory be delights

meant to rise and satisfy

the spirit of desire.

 

 

 

The forest moans

when the flesh

doesn't live

according to the rules

made and stored forever

in the cells of memory.

 

 

 

 

(Photograph by Frank Bennett, New Zealand)

 

But what of trees; they’re not me

yet of corners I’m aware

and the moan is like my own

emanating from the soul!

          

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A blanket of cloud

A blanket of cloud, low, low, low,
claims the right to traverse the sky
and it moves with the wind
like a devil would run
away from the wrath of the righteous.

But it fragments and breaks and loses itself
like a babe plucked too soon from the womb
and leaves in its wake the faintest of trail
only the wise can follow.

Not wise and yet I see what’s been lost
through the haze of a million tears
for who cannot cry at the split of a heart
and the break of a mind’s solid base?

The cloud rolls on seemingly unaware
like a man turns away from a woman
in search of himself in prosperity
and not in a woman’s eyes.

And I shade my eyes here on the ground
lest I shatter illusions of greatness
in the showing of what I perceive
by the grace of the wisdom in me!

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The rebellion of sky

The sky is rebelling against my desire;

can you see how the light flickers and dims

like strength of purpose showing the way

and then succumbing to thoughts of the day?

 

Oh, this stallion of life must be reigned in

and tethered to stakes of determination

to see to the end the decision to love

and to manifest dreams into reality.

 

“Fine” said the one of deafening sound

up there in the sky where promises stay

“But the do it and make it and stick to the rules

not known on earth for having much worth.”

 

And so comes the rain as a fillip for brains

that harbour inside small grains of truth

hoping, you see, to grow mountains from hills

and harvest the crop of forever love.  

 

And love is a maker, a mover, a shaker

that releases the tied into obvious life

and brings the future right into today

quicker than lightening flashes in sky.

 

But all can wait by the rivers of time

for we are the hills growing mountainous love

one second, one minute, one day at a time,

until dreams are real and love is believed!

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