It’s been a long time
Since I’ve written any poetry,
Which is a shame,
‘Cos it’s really good for me.
It helps me clarify
And articulate
All the thoughts
That I’ve had of late.
Otherwise they
Hang around
And generate noise,
Not a beautiful sound.
They echo
And reverberate
Inside my head
And make me faint.
Far better then
That they’re released
On paper
Or the Internet
That I may regain
My peace.
My conscious mind
Is a butterfly
It flits from thought to thought
Sometimes it flits when it should be asleep:
There’s a lesson it must be taught.
My bigger mind’s a bullfrog
It sits deep within the dark damp soil
There, it prefers the peace and quiet and still
It spurns the temptation to endless, fruitless toil.
The butterfly thinks this
The butterfly think that
It thinks of things that must be done
Like Christmas Cards and Tax.
It thinks of things at 4am
When the bullfrog thinks, “Be quiet!”
The bullfrog opens wide his mouth,
And smiles,
“I’ll quell its thinking riot!”
“My great long tongue…
…will stop his fun,”
The bullfrog yawns with glee.
And thus the butterfly meets its end
In a bullfrog’s vast tummy.
.
..
…
Or does it?
Now, I have butterflies in my tummy!
A Negotiation
With the Voices in My Head
As I lay here
Wide Awake
In bed.
“Hey Voices, we’ve got 4 hours ‘til I must arise…
“While I resolutely close my eyes,
“Would you all kindly go back to sleep?”
“No!” they say.
Why am I not surprised?
“Hey Party Crowd in my head,
“I’ve got 3 hours ‘til I must leave this bed;
“Would you quieten down so I can sleep?”
“No!” they cry… as the seconds slowly creep.
“Hey Noisy Bunch, you’re such a pest,
“There’s just 2 hours left for me to rest;
“Would you be silent and let me snore?”
“No!” They shout, “You’ll sleep no more!”
Then, with just an hour to go…
“Hey Rowdy Rabble, who drives this bus?”
“Well, it can’t be you, it must be us!
“You have no power over your thoughts
“So we’ll keep you away from the rest you’ve sought!”
With ten minutes to go…
“Hey inconsiderate tenants in my attic
“It sounds as if you’re no longer at it.”
“Shhhh!” they say, “We’re settled down
“Turn out the lights…
“Get out of town!”
I am alarmed.
I was so…
…looking forward
……to my bath
A rare
Time aside
.
But
Of late
My thoughts
Have not been good companions.
…
They gang together
Aghast ganglia
Criticising
Complaining
Finding fault
Bullies
Not a word of comfort
Or encouragement.
…
I take
Comfort
From the fact
That
Many a time
I have switched off
My computer
On a whim
At my will
With a flick
Of my fingertips.
…
I know where
The switch is.
I can
Turn me off.
…
Such is power.
…
I pissed
In your bathwater.
I downgraded
Your Valentine’s
Card + Present.
I have crucified
My love for you
With Christ.
You no longer
Live to me.
The life
You live
In your aging body
You can live
By faith
In someone else.
…
Vitriol
In Vitro
Or at least
In vitrious china!
…
It is finished
.
From Stardust and the Breath of God I am made;
And to dust my body will return;
But now is the time for me to shine,
Like the star I am, and burn gloriously, burn.
…
Love lavished upon love
Light radiating upon light;
Broadcasting “Peace” to all I meet;
As I banish all that’s night.
…
The Sleeper has awakened
The Kingdom’s time is now
Passion with actions congruent
As my life reveals the how.
…
My body is a temple
Of my spirit sure within
And all that is not of God
Is banished at my skin.
…
Sickness and disease
Cannot enter into these courts;
My sanctuary is sacred,
Renewed through healing thoughts.
…
Releasing words that match my mediation
Through them all good sustained;
As all that would harm passes away
God-within-me shall remain.
…
I am a star, I am God’s breath
‘Tis time to rise and shine
And with this life, I fear not death
For the spark within’s Divine.
Enchanting Poetry 