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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 4:28 pm    Post subject: New Poems - Allcomers Reply with quote

So as not to discourage our regular poets from posting as many poems as they wish -- this topic/thread is hereby declared a boundless space for offerings from allcomers..while our prolific poets now have their own individual threads..

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David Taylor



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PostPosted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 10:12 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thank you Michael. Any comments, positive, negative or sitting on the wall welcome.


A Wall That Is Not There!

It was a strange wall
so high and firm
with graffiti'd thoughts
as far as I could see
with such a range of
materials
smooth lava still hot
and wrinkled granite
soft soap
and dripping wax
and I'm told;

I built it.

But I do not
remember
although each part
is so familiar
and most strangely
one time I found;

a door.

I'm sure it is there
somewhere
but I cannot find it now
and when I found it;

or perhaps it found me.

I fell through
and on the other side
of that wall;

it was not there.

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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 12:24 am    Post subject: new poems Reply with quote

Although you say that
the wall is not really there
this barb-wire fence hurts..


Moderators sit on fences, rather than remove them... but I enjoy this poem, David...
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Peter Blumsom



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PostPosted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 7:18 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

a quickie as I dash out!

Another leaf

Vague imprint
I proclaim my love of you
for what you were
and for what, valiantly but strangely,
you still aspire
in a dissolving cosmos of your own

I turn to Plotinus for comfort on this
he contemplated all and knew the bliss
and could say the things that I do miss.
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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 11:06 am    Post subject: new poems Reply with quote

We may claim humbly that there's not in us
the light that shines so bright in Plotinus --
or that our thinking is too loose
to match the thought of Plotinus --
yet our own bliss will always shine us
the path we share with that same Plotinus..


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John Kelly



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PostPosted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 11:42 am    Post subject: New poems Reply with quote

Hi folks, just like to say thanks and hello to all those for making this site available, feeling rather like the reluctant schoolboy, methinks that will pass tho' just like the .....

Virtual blues

Autumn mist surrounds the dawn
woodpecker pecks on emerald lawn
as I search in vain for faults amongst the garden lights
wondering if I've blown it yet again.
Me and my big mouth
more trouble than a bar of drunks
stumbling from day to day in ghost like fashion
with an air of arrogance
that would make the heavens weep
tears of pity
that would be wasted
on fools like me .
Yet somewhere I hear your laugh
and love arises tho' i thought it lost
shall we meet again
and cast aside our woes from weary years
and laugh out loud beside the madding world
and play
one chord
that lays to rest a thousand thoughts or more.

And there beside the dark damp winter wood
where strings joined hearts like words just never could
and notes rang free with sweet refrain
it felt like I'd come home at last
to laugh with you again.
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Peter Blumsom



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PostPosted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 12:58 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

John,

This sort of traverses the ground between song lyric and poetry, a place familiar to me. Nice

Three questions.

1) What chord was it?

2) Was it on your Paul Reed Smith?

3) I gotta ask this? Did it ease the pain?

Now, what about some shorties on great chords?
Here's one:

Sharpened nine over E seven
Jimi groovin' up in heaven?


Keep it up, Pete
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Peter Blumsom



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PostPosted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 1:12 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Quote:
We may claim humbly that there's not in us
the light that shines so bright in Plotinus --
or that our thinking is too loose
to match the thought of Plotinus --
yet our own bliss will always shine us
the path we share with that same Plotinus..


Thank you, Michael, for a sestet I thoroughly approve of.

To 'live at ease' is There.
(Plotinus 'On the Intellectual Beauty' (Mackenna trans.)
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John Kelly



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PostPosted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 10:07 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

[quote="Peter Blumsom"]John,



Three questions.

1) What chord was it?

2) Was it on your Paul Reed Smith?

3) I gotta ask this? Did it ease the pain?


Hello Peter, 3...2...1
When pain recedes the soul finds wings.
with Fenders 61 reissued strings
on any chord you like that sings.

Sharpened nine over E seven
Jimi groovin' up in heaven?

If after death I should survive
I'll play along If I arrive.


Thanks for the intro.
John
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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 11:33 am    Post subject: new poems Reply with quote

How poetic.. that Jimi lived in the next house to Handel's..should be some interesting discussions on harmony going on between the two somewhere out there in the singing spheres...
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David Taylor



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PostPosted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 11:54 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hi Pete and John

I was struck by

"Sharpened nine over E seven
Jimi groovin' up in heaven?"

And wondered if he might groove on Earth?

Sunday Afternoon

Just groovin' on a Sunday afternoon
no cares or troubles to interrupt
the chords that heavens' music struck,
just groovin' whilst all around
moves to that universal sound;
as trees' roots stretch beneath my feet
a caterpillar worms its beat,
sunlight dances through windows nets
to light the dust as it looks for rest.
A cup and spoon as cymbals strike,
the tea pours down unseen strings
that sound like uplucked violins.
A knife meets plates skin
and drums a sound deep within.
A bee flies past and hangs in air
just to see what sweetness
he might find there.
I pick up the cup and sip
and on its returning
to the saucers patient safe embrace,
a biscuit crumbles
and there reveals Your face.

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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 12:08 pm    Post subject: new poems Reply with quote

The early blackbird

A blackbird has been sitting outside the window
for some time this morning, and
I’m trying to tune in to its blackbird thoughts,
if indeed it’s burdened with such tiresome
delaying tactics to action…

it seems indecisive, though; evidently, plumply,
having well breakfasted; does
the head switching left, right,
a little slower than with alarm,
signify some Hamlet thought?

it could be wondering, if,
in view of what a blackbird would call
global warming rather than
an early summer,

it should sing?

since the early bird, it must have been
taught, or intuited, catches the first mate..

I try looking at it severe of mind,
as mindless tool of Evolution
(and yes, me too…)
only concerned with food and sex
and sex and food,
and other internet concerns
in cyber blackbird space…

but that goes nowhere in the mind..
I open the front door a crack,
whistle a poor imitation of a blackbird’s song;
it twists its head for a moment
as of impatience at some irrelevant comment;
flies off; returns; like I do, when
I’ve lost the train of thought
that sent me somewhere in the house
but have forgotten what it was…

I’ll keep an eye out for it tomorrow…
and turn back to the computer,
remembering Nicholas of Cusa
who says, there is no other:
always, we are looking
at the face of God.
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PostPosted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 3:12 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I wrote this'un for one of Martin Bloomfield's little 'evening soirees' on a Nan Pantan residential. For some reason he didn't take it up. It should be read slowly.

Work Centre

I entered and immediately stepped back.
He chuckled, sitting, perched quite comfortably
On a rock
Midst sulphurous flames
Trident casually slung to one side.
'Do not fear' he said,
'Far greater, more noble souls than yourself
'Have over-toppled;
'And I am in no hurry,
'Time is on my side,
'Time and Death,
'One ties the knot, the other
'Unpicks it.
'Come what chance is there.
'For one such as yourself.'
He preened his locks, caste a glance
Over his left shoulder.
'D'you see that lot?
'They all tried to escape
'But in the end
'They fell in my net.
'What makes you think
'That you'll be any different?'

Behind him in the mists
I saw vague forms toiling;
I can tell you it wasn't a pretty sight.
The expressions on their faces
Were full of agony and no relaxation
In any feature.
I felt appalled.
'Is that what you hope for me
'When I am dead?' I said.
'Dead? … What makes you think they're dead?
'They'd be no use to me that way.
'No, they live as you and I.'
I tipped my hat and edged towards the door.
'Don't worry,' he said,
'I only take on the willing and the ready.'
As the door closed behind me
Putting me back into Wembley High Road
His last words echoed in my head;
' And you're nearly there'.
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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 10:17 am    Post subject: new poems Reply with quote

An ancient tale of prayer


He was the pride,
sometimes the envy,
of the village :

no wealth of jewels, but
a set of gleaming tools.

When asked, he would tell :
I go to the Caliph,
explain what I need, and why:

I seek precious things
from the One who does not withhold.

And those around the Caliph
said to him, why are you so generous
to that humble craftsman of fine things ?

And why do you listen for so long,
to his talk of work ?

The Caliph said,
I seek precious things
from the One who does not withhold.

O my best beloved,
need you ask me
what the Imam said when asked
how he spent his days ?
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David Taylor



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PostPosted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 10:10 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

little and large

as little by little I wake my sleep
and by the graveyard keep
watch by moon and stars and wind
for us that wait and we that sinned

little by little I dream my dream
and walk the path and speak what seems
and never by the night or day
I say my speak and mean my say

you came in sounds with meaning still
before I came to add my fill
little by little I lost my speak
learned to see what words can mean

in silence meaning is
large in little, large in large
as little by large you wake my sleep
my voice is gone and alone You speak

rain wets sponges rocks
flowers smile and stars sing
sunlight flows through dark
I say meaning, You speak my say
large in large, in night, in day;
darkness ends:

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