31.1.10

First Audio Poem on Heart of Balance-Low Millerground

Listen!


LOW MILLERGROUND


 The shores of Windermere-LowMillerground.
I lived there nearly five years and loved
the way the sun painted Langdale’s peaks with fire.
The way the lake held it’s breath at night.
The way the night-boats crawled on her to fish
for arctic char, like lice with lanterns lit.
The way, on moonless nights the dark became
almost a weight, that pressed against your face.
The hooting of the owls-little and shriek.
The trees budding in the beam beneath
riots of ramsons and wood anemone.
The beck tumbling to the old stone bridge
like a story from a country myth.
All of this was grist, and ground it was!

22.1.10

The theoretical underpinnings of Freudian Analysis in a quatrain.

PEOPLE ARE LIKE ICEBERGS    

People are like icebergs,
bobbing on the sea.
Glistering minarets in sun,
and dungeons deep beneath.




Pssst-this pic's a fake made up of three icebergs apparently.  That simply adds weight to my case non?

21.1.10

And more on Politics

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politics is that corrupting wind that blows
the ship of state to ruin
the self-same wind that blows the self-same
ship laden with grain
to far-flung starving shores
 a flummoxing wind
of hot air and sudden frenzied lightning strikes

18.1.10

Politics

Just as Tony Blair explains his crimes before the Iraq whitewash sorry enquiry, here's a little poem for politicians everywhere. Bless them all!

POLITICS                

There once was this dictator
famed for breaking legs
who said 'but you can't make an omelette
without breaking eggs.'

I cycled over his whole land
from sea to shining sea.
I never saw an omelette,
I think he lied to me.

6.1.10

The Necessity of Poetry


"A mind that is lively and inquiring, compassionate, curious, angry, full of music, full of feeling, is a mind full of possible poetry.  Poetry is a life-cherishing force.  And it requires a vision-a faith, to use an old-fashioned term.  Yes, indeed.  For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.  Yes, indeed."

The very wonderful Mary Oliver from her also wonderful 'A Poetry Handbook.'

A very joyful new year to all our readers wishing you success, fulfillment and much happiness.

From the heartof balance crew.