The Silence of the Stars

The Silence of the Stars…

…with just a distant motor car

transforms into

The Clamorous Chorus of the Dawn

The half-moon winks;

Another Day is Born!

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Poem: Alone

Yesterday

Alone

I stood

At the Edge.

Alone, I stood at the edge of the cliff top at Kimmeridge

Foot shod

And I looked down.

I knew that to dive off this cliff

Head first

Would be to end

This curse of consciousness.

Today

Alone

I paddled

At the Edge.

Alone, I paddled at the edge of the surf at Boscombe

Barefoot

And I looked down.

I knew that to dive into this ocean

Heart first

Would be to celebrate

This gift of consciousness.

I loved Kimmeridge

But Boscombe was better.

And Tomorrow…

No Rail Against Time

Life is like

A one way rail journey

There are many stations

Once one is past

There’s no going back

So learn from it

And move on

Don’t look back

Someone else

Bought your first ticket

And chose your station in life

So remember

It’s OK to get off at a station

And buy a new ticket

To a new destination

The scenery will change

Your fellow passengers will change

You will change

Choose First Class
For it is better to travel well

Than to wait in vain for an upgrade.

Time is the rail

Unending

Unremitting

Unforgiving

Do not squander it

And remember the final choice:

Immortality

or

Reproduction

You are here to pass it on

Now

Go

And

Find Out

What “It” Is…

The clock is ticking

And you…

…You are a Traveller in Time

 

In The Beginning Is The Why

In the Beginning is The Why

Then the journey – it begins with a dream

The dream becomes a goal

The goal becomes a plan

The plan becomes a set of action steps

The action steps become the cause

Feedback is the effect

Adjustment is the wisdom of response beyond reaction

Actions are the children of each adjustment

And joy is the fuel – passion the key – the offspring and wellspring from the original Why

In the End there is The Result

And so, we begin again.

Blank Page – a poem about courage

A beginning has boldness

To face up to the tyranny of the blank page

And not be afraid.

Then to dash headlong with the flow

Into the unknown where the Muse has gone ahead

To prepare a place for your thoughts to rest

In peace

Written in Thomas Hardy’s Study, Max Gate, Near Dorchester, Dorset.

At a desk overlooking the garden he delighted in.

23rd April, 2016.

Thwarted – a poem

After another terrible night of mental chatter I seemingly have no control over, I penned these lines to the fanatic in my attic.
A Poem Called “Thwarted”
If my will, will not be done
My co-operation cannot be won.
If I don’t get the sleep I so desperately require,
You cannot have the support you so casually desire.
Quid pro quo? No?
Well then, off you [insert your own expletive] go!
There’s some nutter in my head that is not me.
When will I be free?