Poetic Purbeck

Studland-Stitched

Today:

A plague of cyclists

Across the Purbeck

Riding side-by-side,

The road they hide,

And hog with pride!

On Knoll Beach

[No cyclists]

The Sun brings out

The blossoming of humanity –

Too long kept in the dark

Pale eyes blink in the light

But the Beach Huts remain

Gagged and Bound

In case March turns capricious

In case March turns to snow

In case March brings the ice

That would not be nice, you know.

A lone kite

Plays

Dances even

By itself

Bound only by a string

And the whim of its Guardian

And all the while

Inch by inch

The Tide’s caress continues

To erase the resistance of

The object of her desires.

The Winter storms

However

Have changed the profile

Of the shore,

Yet the years

Have changed mine more.

(Where is my child-like look?)

Every variety of hound

Is accompanied by

A myriad styles of

Human kind.

Each have their own place

Each have their own pace

Danding to the beats

Of different drummers.

The older beachcombers

Seem happy to Waltz along

Arm-in-arm

Hand-in-hand

With memories.

Whilst more than one

Reluctant parent

Raises an irate tone

Or remains glued to

Their parasitic phone

And irritated

Picks up the pace

Towards March.

Never mind the children.

..

But me?

I love

Above all

The simple joys…

Each dog’s frugal pleasure

Of stick or stone

To fetch and treasure;

The child’s delight

Of Castled Sand –

Seems only right

To clap my hands!

Where dog and child gladly share

A blissful paddle

Free from care.

Poem: I Am Biguous

The Poem of a BiPolar Soul in Torment, or

I Am (Biguous)

I Am Love
I Am Hate
I Am Your Nemesis
I Am Your Best Mate

I Am Darkness
I Am Light
I Am Forgiveness
I Am Spite

I Am Noble
I Am Ashamed
I Am Not Guilty
I Am Blamed

I Am Fearful
I Am Bold
I Am Open-hearted
I Am Cold

I Am a Blessing
I Am a Curse
I Am for Better
I Am for Worse

I Am Single-minded
I Am Easy-to-Distract
I Am in Love with Fiction
I Am Confused, in Fact!

Yes,
I Am really Confused
I Am often Bemused
I’m sometimes Amused
I Am without a clue.

NB.
I Am the Truth
I Am a Lie
I don’t know whether I’m coming or going
But at least you can now see why!!

Poem: I Am A Church

Stained Glass Windows at Church of St Simon and St Jude (1)

I Am A Church

My Body is a Church;
My Eyes are Stained Glass,
Etched with Experience,
Coloured by My Past.

They change the way
I perceive the World,
Spied throughout each pane;
I see inside-out with mindsight
Thus my prejudices remain.

Every breath is like my spirit’s prayer,
Every word I say I preach
But sometimes my duplicitous message
Betrays a darker gospel lying deep beneath.

For from My Crypt
A stench arises:
Unresolved conflicts from
Life’s unpleasant surprises.

More bitter than
The taste of Myrrh,
I should blame myself
But I blame her.

Forgiveness could
Lift up my eyes
To whence my help comes from
But I prefer the warmth of lies:
The dark deceiver’s song.

Yet friendship enters
Through my porch
And laughter lights my prison
Loves light brings clarity like a torch
And changes old, poor decisions.

There’s always hope,
There’s alway faith,
There’s always love remaining;
So this poor sinner
Changes his ways –
Casts the burden of life’s straining.

I say, “Yes!” to peace
I say, “Yes!” to rest
And I lay my old yoke down;
With lightness of fresh found freedom
I don a new and glorious crown.

Now each step I take is Service
From Daybreak’s dawn to Eve’s sweet end
Each fast I break – a Communion
With much beloved friends.

Poem: A Legion of Accusers

There’s a Legion of Accusers

Who claim it’s all my fault;

Led by three Chief Demons:

Demons “Should!” and “Must!” and “Ought!”

But I know exactly

What to do with all such swine;

I know the Truth

That’s sets me free

And claim the Inheritance

That’s mine.

I raise a shout:

“Foul Fiends, Get Out!”

Then watch them flee in terror.

When next comes the thought

Of should, must, or ought

I judge my thinking

Quite in error!