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Peter Blumsom



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PostPosted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 3:06 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thanks for the encouragement, Michael. I do have some more poems but my other half won't let me put them on!

Mali
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Peter Blumsom



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PostPosted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 7:09 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

This originated on the Plato Forum but probably belongs here.

Bend your bow, ancient Greek god
Let it sing like a lyre of fortune
Let your arrows go
Let them fly into the darkness
Will your darts fail?
Or will they find their mark?
If you were a true god
No gloom could hide the target
And at sun rise if we were to creep forth
We would find each shaft
Spiked in its accorded destination
If not, Apollo you would not be
But only his drunken half brother
For is it not Dionysus
Who cannot truly string his bow?
Who chases his arrows as if they were women
As he tries to overtake them in their flight?
(So hasty is he to find his prey!)
And there in some god-forsaken thicket
Does he not forget himself? - soon quite lost
Ha - Lord of revelry he may be
But he has not mastered the art
Of the vibrating string

You, Lord Apollo, it is, who stands on high
Light upon light, might upon might
From your healing abode rays emanate
From your mathematical mind music is formed
Far beyond the dancing string.
From anywhere and everywhere it arises
Full of poesy and measured to a satisfactory trim
Stealing into every wandering heart
Like a yearned-for letter from home.
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PostPosted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 8:39 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The night that Grendel came
To squeeze the bones of sleeping Danes
They lay in quiet Heorot
Their dreams troubled them not
Mighty men of war were they
Oaken thews, grizzled grey
Their flowing manes. In battle craft sage
For their grim lineage
Stretched far into a bloody past
Men once trembled, stared aghast
At the power of the House of Scyld
Terrible, it held the field
Against all. Men were they!
And no less men were these that lay
In Hrothgar's fair hall of name
Heorot the night the Demon came.

Grendel was vaguely shaped a man
But taller – d'you remember Glam
Who ghosted Thorhall's hills at Vatnsdal?
Once a man and then a troll
Of unearthly strength, he shattered
Thorgaut's frame as straw, and scattered
His remains in the snow
(Though the huge shepherd proved a worthy foe)
Glam reigned until exorcised
By Grettir, yet the pale ghosts eyes
Haunted that hero until his day of death
Striking moon-fear with his final breath
Into Grettir's already bleak soul,
Wrenching all joy from his solitary dole.
Well, much in substance and nature akin
Was Grendel to Glam, yet more powerful in sin …


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PostPosted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 5:04 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Another Pastorale

Let us stroll down the lettuce way
Where wigwam sticks await late shoots
And deep beneath the sultry day
Turnips study dirty roofs
And shudder at the tramp of boots
And wince with pain at horses hoofs

Yes, let us tarry at the lupin bed
With thermos flask in canvas bag
With hard boiled eggs and legs of lead
Let's find a grassy piece of ground
Ah, there's a place, oh do not lag
But let us quickly settle down

Let us survey a Georgian mansion
With ivy thickly camouflaged
Adrift within a deep expansion
Of river, fields and distant trees
And with our vision so enlarged
Let us begin the bread and cheese.
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Peter Blumsom



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PostPosted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:07 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

two new

one

do not forsake me darling
on this lonely path
I promise any day now
I will take a bath

I only wished you'd seen me
when I was six years old
neatly scrubbed, short back and sides
a story yet untold

when I was only six years old
I was nearly seven
and when I'd reached the age of ten
I was nearly...twelve

this lad needs fattening
give him oats and beans
but watch him very carefully
he never quite says what he means

and don't look into those eyes
they seem to say to you
I know what I'm doing
and you know what you can do

no doubt the boy
has much to recommend him
but somehow he's not one of us
he never seems to blend in

put his name into that file
marked 'for future reference'
and put the file into that folder
marked 'for future reference'

and put the folder into that box
marked 'no further action'
and put the box into that bin
marked 'for refuse collection'

two


God! … is that you?
I thought you were dead
Me? I’ve just been asleep
In the garden shed

Good God! … so much has happened
Since you’ve been away
I hardly know where to start
Or what to say.

Got a fag old boy?
Ah, we don’t do that any more,
You’ve been sleeping far too long
No fags? What a bore.

So what gives?
Well, the worlds in a bit of a mess
So, what’s new?
By the way, can I borrow a dress?
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Peter Blumsom



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PostPosted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 4:24 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The sunset was polite
exsquisite mean between
late dusk and early night
in the unearthly that once was bay
the luminescence that once was day
revealed aletheia and revealing
from deeper layers once concealing,
a gull, near, slowly, slowly wheeling
his unmoving eye I could see
I swear this eye, it saw me
then a siren beyond the hill
broke the spell, time stood still
no longer, and once again moment moved
to moment
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Peter Blumsom



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PostPosted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 4:36 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

David has asked me to explain the meaning of aletheia. She is the Greek goddess of truth, as portrayed in Parmenides philosophical poem. The poet is conveyed by chariot pulled by 'wise mares' escorted by nine daughters of the sun (I should be so lucky!) to her abode where the goddess graciously received him and related to him a marvellous teaching about 'being' itself. This became one of the foundations of Western philosophy, and influenced Socrates, Plato and Aristotle (both three, as my grandaughter would say!).

The Greeks thought of truth as an 'unconcealing' of that which was obscured by oblivion and forgetfullness. A-letheia is a privative like a-pollo and a-dvaita. Like the Vedantics, the ancient Greeks thought you could say more by not-saying. Lethe, famous as the waters of forgetfulness, was not considered the opposite of truth. That would be pseudos or falsity. There is no falsity in either aletheia or lethe.

I hope that answers your question - but it is now much longer than the original poem!

Cheers, Pete


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PostPosted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 12:03 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Old tree, are you leaving us?
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Peter Blumsom



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PostPosted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 7:54 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Cat on a wall

the cat moves along the wall
the bird hops behind the shed
two spiders spin their webs
and, somewhere, a skip
hits a driveway

we are not alone


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PostPosted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 8:23 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

your silver trainers

your silver trainers look
so wonderful, they really do
and being so wonderful they
make you look good too
but doesn't that mean your
wonderfulness is merely
due to a
shoe?
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PostPosted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 11:11 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

There was a dance with a dog
Laughter freely given as branches rustled
Revealing eyes.
New paths were forged as the rules
Arose with the game (never before played!)
And the timeless hour was enacted;
Enacted, performed and settled
On a summer's day
In our memory.
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PostPosted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 3:33 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

But now you are an island, claiming you are your own
That I am but a figment, not to be known,
Do you know that I am here, in every sight and sound?
I am the line and curve that holds, both sweet and ugly bound
I am the vowel, the consonant, that rings both curse and prayer
And though by others tainted, I still am pure and fair;
So if you see or hear me used, to form a grosser lie,
O see beyond the seeing, and there you will find I,
So never can you lose me, though part us all may try,
By your own sweet power of love believe, and never leave you, I
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PostPosted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 11:14 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Roy and my Friends

This cold spell reminds me
Of Mannheim, Nineteen sixty three,
Twenty below,
But no snow.

The Rhine, wore a frown
Like Eliot’s ‘dark brown
God’ - god it were cold!
That same summer we’d been bold

Enough to paddle kayaks
In an attempt to relax
Between sets at the Schwabinger
Night club, where we’d linger

‘Til sun up, what
A life – god it was hot!
The hottest I’d ever known.
Klaus had shown

Us the route to the docking bay
Funf marken and we were away
But Roy sitting tall in the saddle
Pretty soon lost his paddle

He stretched to grab, but overturned
Easy to do, I later learned.
A passing punter yanked
The boat upright. I thanked

Him profusely but all he said
Was ‘I’d have left him for dead
If I’d known he was English.' ‘Charmed
I’m sure’, I thought, but grew alarmed

At Roy’s strange pallor half
Man half fish, I had to laugh
Forgive me old friend
Still you didn’t die, it wasn’t the end

Was it? You lived to tell
The tale, many a time, I as well.
But pray let me return
To our second sojourn

At Mannheim – ‘By popular acclaim
A glorious return’ - and for the same
Measly booking fee – they should
Have added, for no matter how good

We were, “Why shell out for gigs?
Musicians are only pigs!’
I’ve heard an agent whisper into the phone
(When they thought they were all alone)

Sorry, I’ve lost the plot!
The second time the weather got
So bad that it killed my ‘flu
Stone dead, and that’s true

Germs hate the bitter cold
(Specially when drunk, I’m told)
But cold like that actually
Makes you numb, Really

Freezes the brain
Until you feel no pain.
Outside our hotel
Was a patch of ice, where I fell

Every morning, flat
On my back, so sore that
I had to let Helga rub it in
With some kind of Vaseline.

Ah! it was almost worth it too
Just to hear her coo
In broken beyond repair
English, “There, there …

Pieter, besser ist das pearhaps?”
Mmmn .. not quite, I feel a relapse
Coming on … or something …
Ah … funny what the mind will bring

To the surface, stimulated by
A bitter wind and a sullen sky
But it’s probably only fair
To leave it all just resting there

With Roy and my friends
As the twilight descends
On Roy and my friends
In the world without ends.
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PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 12:09 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Garden Dreams

The hollyhocks amidst the rocks
Swaying shoulder high
And the sunflower's golden locks
Reaching to the sky

The inner petals of the rose
Secretly unfold
Revealing in her perfumed prose
A story yet untold

If you ever wish to see
A picture of eternity
Look into these blissful faces
Sometimes it moves amongst these places

Night falls and each living petal
Suckles to its inner cousin
Closer, closer do they settle
Till all is one in unison
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PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 9:51 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Peter Blumsom wrote:
Cat on a wall



and, somewhere, a skip
hits a driveway

we are not alone


Seems it always
takes a shock
to realise. Laughing

Nice one Pete, made me laugh out loud.

J
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