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Alan Edward Roberts



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PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 10:20 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Lear’s Daughters – Song for Three Voices


I love you so,
You need to know,
The feeling grows,
Your intelligence sows
So much love in my heart.

We seek to gain,
So much is plain,
A lively fame,
The inheritance of name,
A nice sum for our purse.

And so she’ll smile,
While all the while,
An aching guile,
An essential bile,
Is erupting in her soul.

Figure this out,
What’s this about,
You senile fool,
She’s being cruel,
It’s time for you to go.



What can I say
To halt this play?
Nothing to say,
No thing that may
Show all my love for you.



The die is cast,
Our time at last,
Your rule is past,
So clear out fast.

The world’s been mapped out now.
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Alan Edward Roberts



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PostPosted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 10:20 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Rhythm and Rhyme (Iambic Pentameter)

So now, if we can speak in terms of stress,
short-long, light-strong, short-long, light-strong, short-long,
expressing our emotion through a beat ...

we’ll formulate our thinking within rhyme
and set a beat to measure out our time.


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Alan Edward Roberts



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PostPosted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 10:59 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

A Gentle Road (Iambic Pentameter)

It is not such a strange, odd thing to do
to speak in verse, to follow this rhythm
that flows down through the English centuries:
Give it a try.
See where it will lead you.


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Peter Blumsom



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PostPosted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 11:52 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

dear Alan, my writing seems incomplete
for like an Egyptian with two left feet
I try to scan but miss a beat
and five to four falls in defeat
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Alan Edward Roberts



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PostPosted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 6:54 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Dear Peter

This sense of loss of which you speak
is shared by most of us who seek ...

to write in verse a line in which the sound
sits easily with the literal sense;
pluck out a harmony to which is bound
the sentence structure, the narrative tense ...
and, all too often, we find we are left
with little that is right; less that is deft.

But like that great poet, the miniscule Alexander Pope,
we can set aside our despair, and live in hope.
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PostPosted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 8:44 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Comedy of Errors (A Half-Sonnet)


I – if only, at this moment, I could
at least … completely exorcise the sense
of intrusion, the piercing sound that says
“mistaken!”, “mislaid!”, “I will talk over you”,

across a voice that needs to sound, so soft,
quiet, affirming. Not to be talked at,
without being heard, ever again; arise,

Sir Dromio – and send Antipholus to rest.


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PostPosted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 1:11 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Building Works


No thing is ever changeless or complete.
The windows on my world will never be
Perfect, impervious to dirt or heat
That buckles man-made frames, but I can see
Through grit, and it will pay to mark the feat
That sees a house transformed, my home set free.

Each time of change, each journey to improve,
Is that – a moving of the immovable
From one setting to another. Stone on stone,
Stay guarded, but if all goes well, owner,
Occupier, builder, can share a sense
Of complete transformation. And move on.

A roof protects, but I must breathe the elements;
Welcome earth and air, as much as the life I prize.


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PostPosted: Wed May 04, 2011 11:31 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Good Morning

Seven four seven: Time has flown, is flowing;
I should, I should have set the alarm.
Gut feel: I don’t like the way this is going;
six - at most seven - would have avoided harm.

When I get up now, if I get up now,
everything will be lost for today;
another day wasted in confusion.
Agitations tick-tock to some, oh so
irregular wrong-footed, wrong-footing beat
that speaks of the past and displaces the hour ...

Or so it may be but there is a choice.
For here, seated still, can be heard a voice.
A steadying mantra held within all.
Listen: Act well. This is your call.


Bow

Hear this.

Shift out of sight, of sound,
of movement, tension, circling round.

Here now, here now, here now - hear now,
be simple, simple, simple.

Bow.


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PostPosted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 3:35 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Land Matters

I am human.
The earth is in me; I am part of the earth.

The land is the earth and everything on it and above it and below it and surrounding it in the seas,
for the land is the earth nourished by the waters, enlivened by the air and brought fully into life
by the trees, plants and creatures that see, hear, touch, taste and smell.

A human being may fence in the land; may not
lay exclusive claim to ownership.

Land takes me out of myself.
Land is where I meet others.
Land is where I share with others.
Land is where “I” understand “We”.
Land is where I find myself.

Our humanity is a gift from the generations of the future to us.
To be fully ourselves, we need to acknowledge, repay fully that debt to them.

This land is my land
and the land of all those who live or will live or have lived
and has been passed on to the living as an inheritance we must value and in turn pass on.
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 12:15 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Five Eku
(Ecological Haiku)

Economists measure -
the swallow,
so measured in flight.

In right relation -
my sisters and brothers
reclaim our land.

Free to work -
we are good,
beautiful, true.

The swallow stays
close to the earth -
rich pickings.

Children watch the oak
cut down -
a hundred benches blossom.
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PostPosted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 11:34 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

A Tree of Life

(The ancestry of Christ is depicted on a stone altar screen
in Christchurch Priory, west of the New Forest;
the screen was constructed following the Black Death).


The report is that one in three are dead;
thousands, tens of thousands, hundred-thousands.
We know that is the case here, none immune;
parents, brothers, sisters, children, buried.

In the forest people were cut down; for some
an opportunity - labour is scarce.
There are not the craftsmen there were before.
Now we must put the chisel to the stone.

Everything always passes, even
without the outpourings of the sewers,
the swelling, the pain, the fever, coughing.
The days, months, year, years of death have now passed.

There are reports of a miracle. In
this place, we look forward; we are renewed.

The town is as the town was, as towns are.
The sale of wine, beer, souvenirs. Enjoy
the sun and forget less plentiful times,
even when the jointed memory sings of hurt.

The point of arrival is not propitious.
Travellers bring in their own form of plague.
Animals and stone contend for breathing space
in a brief respite from judgement or doom.

A sacred space resounds to urban chat.
A calcified chalkiness inhabits the air.
Seeking to hide, willing harder to forget.
Chiselled hearts, arteries of stone.

Look, listen, feel, christen - look, just once, here;
before moving on. The traffic will wait.

Jesse dreams, the king foresees, the cup is passed.
The Queen of Heaven, and the king, and there,
between, an infant and a cup; zoom in,
a point, a space, appointed time, the choice.

Jesse lies, behind the bars, endungeoned,
stretched, pagan-fashion, locked in his time.
Look up, to the place of birth, frankincense,
gold, myrrh. The journey to a cross begins.

Joseph stands guard. The sheep and their shepherds
witness the scene, and two wise men look down.
Their friend offers up a cup to the child.
And the echoes return to David’s harp.


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PostPosted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 9:58 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Dance

The delicate branches that form the coral fan are one;
The branches and the holding hand are one;
The branches, hand and woman are one;
The branches, woman and pattern of movement are one;
The branches, woman, pattern of movement and dance are one;
The branches, woman, dance and unfolding within the flow of time are one;
The woman, the dance, the observers of the dance
and the space that holds them within the flowing out and forward of time
are,
like the delicate bifurcation of coral branches,
many and one.
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PostPosted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 9:57 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Applied Divine Anthropology

You find yourself
in a universe of finite
resources, and infinite possibilities.

A choice-making animated being, you
are given a toolbox to enable
better understanding of this world
and to improve the ability
to make wise,
just
and balanced claims upon it.

As you set out to make
your mark,
you will be enabled
to contribute
to the wealth of family and a wider
community, honouring
and adapting tradition
to gift your children
a rich inheritance.

You will be guided as the maker of your world,
staking out the territory
of your life, and cultivating
a land of weeks, months
and years; how
both to adapt your environment
and in so doing to live
creatively and harmoniously
with your fellow creative beings -
crediting each other.

This is
a lively - literally, vital -
study, enabling you
to be a skilled hunter; to avoid
and challenge the dangerous grounds
of wrongful appropriation
while tracking down and realising
every opportunity for a rich
and nourishing life.
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PostPosted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 6:27 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

On Blindness and Service
(after John Milton)

When I consider how my life’s been spent
in this dark world, my God-given love to hide
while nurturing anger, envy and false pride,
my talents lodged useless, my ego bent
to serve its own enlargement and present
a false account to this false world, to side
with my laborious fictions, light denied,
I realise this day how I’ve been sent
a painting task while skilled friends pitch-perfect
progress the paste, unfolding paper at speed
across the ceiling; a task exact, maintained
by gifted, kingly craftsmen. I elect
to make our tea, in this one task I lead.
They also serve who only stand, or paint.

(Nanpanton Hall, October 2011)


An English Garden, 2.15pm

Cabbage, red admiral,
The tweet of unknown bird,
Labyrinth takes shape,
Human voice, sound of word.

August mid-afternoon,
Sun breaks through the haze,
Bench, moving finger writes,
All things speak, sing of praise.

(Nanpanton Hall, August 2013)


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PostPosted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 2:22 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Incision

“And now a bubble burst, and now a world” - Alexander Pope

Always within a form there is a scratch
which has hidden itself from view,
waiting for the time to be seen.

A car-smash fault-line to the onrush of progress;
a breaking-in onto any smooth-patterned planning;
a crazy, crazed branch-world calling out “fix-before-move-on”.

The incision dissolves the Mozartian groove,
tears in a different dimension,
unmakes what has been taken to be divine.

Direction

It never was in France or Spain,
It never knew my aching tooth,
And yet it is (this piece is plain)
In all experience, True North.
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