Dusk Shadow
And the penny dropped
is there really something
for dinner tonight
No said the man
He had already been
served tapestry from
the table cloth
Pungent purple shimmered
into sight
The man stared into
the moon unable to
share his sight
hunger his weapon
a belly full tonight
Bikini.
Nice to know Britain’s upgrading
Trident, to be nuclear armed will
protect us against those who hasn’t
built the bomb yet, that’s ok then?
The world is a different from yore
the Chinese drive Ferraris, I have
scooter made outside Beijing (turn
left, on the main road to India.)
Used to take girls granted before;
critical, couldn’t make up my mind,
now, are oblivious of my charms,
they are beautiful and I’m alone.
As time knocks on my window,
dreams are meek, nothing about
climbing mountains, but still hope
to inherit brother’s Armani suit
Still, silent water
Crystal Depth
awash with leaves
(of cherry trees)
lying on a sheet of glass
The Cherry Lake calls
and out of sight as quick as that
the strands of music fall
and spring arrives without delay
The silent morning breaks
into birdsong and ripples
The light comes to invade the senses
with a vibrant colour spray
that tickles
the eyes of morning
Erin was the one from the bus
Not that guy called Gus
Mum scolded me in disgust
The way I treated her once
When she was gone it all turned to dust
For thats when people started treating me rough
But now I am ready in this stance
A fallen "Angel" with a Glance
Broken wings a dire dance
For her I will die a thousand times
Before the day turns to dusk
"Happy Birthday Babe for later this month dont think I can make it on the day"
The Sage.
Train explosion in India, many dead and
wounded, black smoke, chaos and people
milling about; it was there on the news,
yet India, far from here, it looked unreal.
in the crowd I saw my brother, had been
dreaming of him all night, he didn’t look
like me, small white teeth glued to red
gums, in no special order; delicate hands.
A learned man who lives on the flesh of
calves, and drink goat milk for breakfast.
He looked straight at the camera willing
me to recognize his existence, I looked
down, put two teaspoon full of sugar in
my coffee and when I looked up he had
disappeared into the noisy crowd, and it
was time for the weekend’s football results.
Some More Graffiti
If we were supposed to talk
More than we were to listen
We would have one ear
And two Mouths!
I am
What I be today
Without you
Feels lousy
To only to start to say
This undying lust is hard to maintain
The choice of reality or innuendo
Passing us day by day
How am I going to play?
Transfixed between two points
When does this end?
This state of flux
It’s getting hard to gage
Something is missing in my life
Where do I belong?
Why is this taking so long?
Honey, please help me get home.
Internal Lusts
Two Poles
and I am dangling
inbetween
I cant see you
and on goes the war
I forget your smile
Demure at best
I love you honey
your the best
All the others
Mean nothing let it rest
Without you
Means nothing
to say the less
Yes Honey
Your my hope and love
Without you I dont know
how I am going to get on
Please help me get back home.
Along the way things seemed to occur
but now when things happen they do so in silence
the long hand encroached upon the short hand
but never could it pass as the short hand was damaged
during the war of words
without time to measure themselves by
they were without memory
without memory all trace of familiarity was given to the wind
of course the wind died and the traces left draped over trees
did no good
the gardener tending to its growth
was well rewarded in the ensuing weeks
and then again, in the afterlife
For You
Ten years since that dreaded, early
morning call, last night and long ago.
A nightmare I assured myself when
vividly dreaming of you, wrong name,
a misunderstanding. In the day too
I heard your voice. You let go slowly,
days drift by now when I don’t think of
you, when I do it’s with a melancholic
shrug, I shan’t see you again, our time
was yesterday.
more of Jan Oskar Hansen
I need a date for the ball
Yes the Secret Policemans ball
Hang on policeman dont have balls
Honey where are you
Where are you
I am dying to talk to you
Dying to talk to you
Talk to you
Yes you!!!
Another addition to the Poetry Chamber - I have resurrected my Chaos Matters blog for daily updates. This is what was posted there today
Chaos / Matters / Introductory
Perhaps it is best to start at the start, and sometimes it is better to use it as a mythology.
Hating the fragile web that held him fast, he fathomed options that ran like a space race
if he stood on glass and looked down there was no horizon
fast he swept away all grief and spoke upon the naked doorstep like butterflies sheltered from the wind
that would otherwise carry them on the path to Bethlehem
Bruised as they fell and nobody wanted to look for weeks
the diplomacy failed so they brought in the shrink
his quivering eyes unfolded with that soggy megalomania
as he paused and turned
Right there at that site of mystery he felt undiscovered
the first humans felt their way around the rock
and discovered they could get off it
walk in the snow
and ride the horses
the breath of beginnings is slow
the start of the greatest storms ever start
during the gliding fall of a feather
SAFE PASSAGE
Interminable mind-boggling voyage circumnavigating globe
Perusing travelogues embossed hardcover atlases
Whale of tale library classics
Avoiding nauseous seasickness distressing travail
Earthborn into secure landlocked circumstance
Lubbers faraway from oceans favoring
Freshwater lakes over great fishpond
Yellow-belly sunfish to killer sharks
Words cannot express wondrous vastitude
Fathomable depths craving subterranean exploration
Invaded privacy craving familiar comforts
Trailblazer adventures dusted off restacked
Nacreous pearly shells forced open
Exposing ordinary grain of sand
Inverted arc insipid drained rainbows
Windfall leaves reconnected to branches
Waterfall pouring in wrong direction
Figure 8 hourglass flipped downside-up
Counterclockwise about face running late
Compass pointing every which way
Stay-at-homestead safeguards never venturing beyond
Penthouse escaping through bookworm passages
Landlocked conscience surrounded by recalled
Ports National Geographic vain denials
Pristine illusions shattered glass shards
Plastic debris peeled bottle flotsam
Coastline swashed garbage patch discards
Dying coral kelp forest depleted
Dr. Charles Frederickson
Night To
Perplexing twas it
stalking moonlight
fallow shadow
pale insistence
making the distance
foot over gutter
land over shutter
willow eye
gest of yer
stir dae
laughing and crying
follocking the red burst
stale dying
along the werks
and valleys
she dug out
to hide under
neath the barn
door slide
effecting the gradual
perspectives in general
Nov 17th 2006, 12:50pm
