Whisper In The Wind

A poem from 2017

Can you hear that?

Yes!

The rumble of the ground

Earth rebels

Cracking and seething

Shaking

Men cry in terror

Buildings fall apart

No, that's not what I meant!

Can you hear that?

Yes!

And I feel the heat!

Sweat pours from me!

Flames lick loudly

Inferno rages

Deafening as wood splinters

External roar

We're all going to die!

No, that's not what I meant!

Can you hear that?

Yes!

Howling gale

Windy scream

Shuddering through all it meets

Causing involuntary cries

From all in its path

Devastating

Tears form in my eyes!

No, that's not what I meant!

Can you hear that?

No

No, I hear nothing

I am worn out

Listen!

It is almost overwhelmed

A tidal wave of white noise seeks to tune it out

Chatter chatter seeks to block it

Competing ideologies seek to confuse it

Listen!

A little voice

You have to be quiet

You have to filter out the other voices

Shhhh!

The whisper

Be still and know that this is God

Turmeric

A poem from 2017

I am bang on trend

A false dawn

A false hope

I am a fad

I’ll enjoy my limelight

The deception they attribute to me

I will play along with it

Neither confirming nor denying

That way it’s not an outright lie

Soon the next big thing will come along

And sweep me away

You’ll forget about me

I’ll be old news

I’ll be outdated

But maybe I’ll keep a few faithful followers

Consuming me

I am thirsty

I am hanging here

Till now few have seen my glory

That orange/yellow glow

Take a deep breath

Smell the aroma

I am a sweet sacrifice

Afflicted

Do not despise me

I am dying for you

I am dying for love

I am not of this earth

I am healing you from this piece of wood

I am medicine for your spirit

I am eternal life

I am

Yours Sincerely

A poem from 2017

I owe you nothing

Yours sincerely,

The Universe

The Drowning Man

A poem from 2017

I looked into your eyes

And I drowned

Oh, happy death!

Vast Storehouse Of Useless Information

A poem from 2017

I am a mind of useless information

Or do I mean

I am a mine of useless information?

I’m not sure

I’ve used both and nobody ever corrected me

Maybe they were too polite or scared or just plain didn’t know?

I used to be young once

It was a great time

I had vigour

I was strong

I was a man’s man

Or do I mean a ladies’ man?

Could be either

Nobody ever corrected me

I was a bit of a brainiac

Wise beyond my years

And I gathered up every scrap and morsel of wisdom there was to be had

People used to come to me for advice and submitted to my decisions

I threw myself into life and denied myself nothing

I took what I wanted

Did what I wanted

Built what I wanted

Worked hard

Played hard

Studied hard

Pushed boundaries

Got stuff done

Became rich and powerful

People came from all over the world to visit me

But you know what?

It was never enough

The more I did, the more I wanted to do

The more I gained, the more I wanted

The more I studied, the more I realised I didn’t know

And this got me thinking

What was I actually achieving?

When I’m dead and gone

I’m not going to live on in anyone’s heart

I’m a man, not a memory

All the people I know will soon be gone too

I’m no more immortal than a poor man

And I’m not really any more loved than he is

All this great wisdom in my vast storehouse of a mind isn’t making me happy

In fact it became a burden

An idiot will get ill, so will I

An idiot will die, so will I

An idiot leaves his fortune to someone who hasn’t earned it, so will I

An idiot will stand naked before God at the judgement, so will I

I became morose

Miserable

Obsessed

Negative

All my vast knowledge and empire building was ultimately pointless

Well, OK, I’d rather be rich than poor, clever than stupid, a King than a pauper

But I saw I was spending my life chasing after shadows

And as I got older I just collapsed into a heap of despair

I had wasted my life

And that is why I can now tell you not to do what I did

This, my friends, is what you should do:

Seek God while you’re young

Do what He tells you

Spend your life building an eternal home which can’t be taken away from you

Justice

A poem from 2017

A plain clothed police car

Carrying plain clothed policemen

Catching plain clothed criminals

For a plain clothed crime

In a plain clothed courtroom

A plain clothed jury

Gives a plain clothed verdict

And a plain clothed judge

Sends them to a plain clothed jail

Or maybe not?

Maybe they covered their tracks

And there wasn't enough evidence to bring them to trial

Or maybe the female jurors were won over

By a cheeky smile

Or maybe the judge, a woolly liberal M’Lord

Reduced their sentence because they were bored

Or sentenced them to community service

To cut the cost of jail

Not caring if the public sees this as a fail

The rich get fined while the poor are locked up

I wonder if there are statistics to back this theory up

Weed

A poem from 2017

I am no expert in these things

But if you ask me

The guy in the seat behind me

Stinks of it

New Love Is More Extreme Than Reality

A poem from 1994

I want to be with you

It is my great desire

I want you to visit me

Every car door that slams

I hope it is yours

Every footstep I hear outside

I hope it is yours

Every voice in the street

I wish it were yours

Yet you don’t come

And I know this is the right thing

Kiss me

You don’t have to win me

I belong to you

My heart has been yours for longer

Than you would believe

O love, rise up

desire, awaken for me

Come to life

Take me

For I await that day with growing impatience

and questioning

No One

A poem from 2017

There is no one

I would rather be

Married to

Than you

The Beholder

A poem from 2017

She may be young and beautiful

She may be the sexiest woman on earth

But she's not you, my dear

She's not you

Electric

A poem from 2017

He stands

A man

Determined to make a statement

He's done this many times before

And even many times more in his imagination

A deep breath

He lets his mouth open for the crowds

Who supply his thirst for recognition

His incantation mumbled with magic figures

He understands where many would just stare

Slowly the energy enters his body

Gradually filling the fibres, the molecules

A mix of excitement and nerves

He's standing, charged by the thrill

Going in for the kill!

Oh, what a delight

He saves and savours the force gushing within

Then emitting from his fingertips

He shakes

But maintains his balance

Awake

Reading his universal flow

His mind

Awash with possibilities

He resolves to change