contemporary poetry
Eternity in a Moment
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 19, 2013
Eternity in a Momenteyes are a window
on the world orbs rove,
inquire of infinity.Awareness rises
ascends in a spiral
revering all lifeCosmic waves in me
and in you traverse
the universesigh with the wind’s
suspire, open to feel
myriad connections
circle of One,
eternity in a moment
of ancient wisdom
unfurl our sails
on our quantum ocean
no exclusivitystars and planets
are there for everyone
our ship’s is Unison.
Gael Bage
a lazy afternoon
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 19, 2013
a lazy afternoon
the sun warms my back
as I sit and drowse a little
composing a poem
a symphony of sound
accompanies my thoughts
the hum of my laptop
tap tap tapping of the keys
the drone of distant aircraft
a purring refrigerator
firewood waits patiently
outside
in the trailer for me
you like your fire don’t you?
well then?
the freezer automatically makes ice
it doesn’t know it is winter
a pumpkin sits moulding away
at the kitchen sink
won’t turn into soup by itself
pity
the bananas blacken, sweeten
nicely maturing for a cake
perhaps tomorrow
today
there’s just enough time
to warm my back
drowse a little and dream.
Amanda Edwards
Unconditional Love
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 16, 2013
Unconditional Love
Like walking a tightrope, I strive
for a balanced view of life’s ride
But balance is not considered normal
most people come down either side
Lemmings – we rush to take sides
do battle in wars that no one can win
the conscientious objectors are denied
held, on short rations, as if in sin
If we choose to love inclusively
look at truth, walk in another’s shoes
we will be shunned, others fail to see,
judging what shows, expect their dues
Often the abuser, was first abused
Oh yes, his victim needs love and care
but a cycle of abuser, using and used
renews if in judging – we fail to share
the pain of the child in the perpetrator
he also suffered and endured. Perhaps
he never knew normal but daily torture
played with as a sexual toy. Slapped
and intimidated, he learns to comply
until by and by, it seems quite normal
a way of life, why change? Why try ?
Condemned – no one hears his child call.
It seems it’s compulsory to take sides
after divorce some side with the husbands
others firmly on the side of the brides
sometimes children are expected to stand
with Mum or Dad. Is it not cruel to ask
a child to divide love in two and choose ?
When friends fall out, fight and shout,
try to keep all as friends and you lose
for they think you side with the enemy
in truth – I see each One’s humanity.
Gael Bage
Refugee Man
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 15, 2013
Refugee ManIn the camps only the rats are fat yet always hungry
splashing on beady feet through the guttersfrom place to place, weaselling through the holes
where the wind blows in its silent breaths, looking for waterthe wind and the rat, light-fingered thieves of
those bits we have hoarded and waited forUp among the legs of a woman, in caches of fur and bread crumbs
They crawl in their secrets, chewing holes in another language through plastic bags?
Stuffed in dark placesI teach my son somewhere new and we find
tiny marks of teeth and the smell of wind breath, sour from the salt, on bags left collapsed
of any life they might have hadAnd so he learns
And so he will keep on with his stones in the air and one dayhe’ll become a million pieces of flesh falling through the sky
singing red in Jerusalem
Susan Wolff
Killing Fear !
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 15, 2013
Killing Fear !
When I laugh
will I look like a silly fool ?
If I should cry
Will someone say I’m sentimental ?
When I try
how many will point out I risk failure ?
If I speak my truth
is my soft underbelly left exposed ?
When I reach out
will you say mind your own damn business ?
If I share my feelings
Will you ride roughly over what’s exposed ?
When I tell you my dreams
will they be dashed into little pieces ?
if I venture to hope
will it all end in deep despair ?
and if I dare to love
can I make love truly unconditional ?
Gael Bage
Time and No Time
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 15, 2013
Time and No Time
Could we all be eternal
or in time, does it end ?
It seems I always knew you
my true and loving friend.
At times the clock hands
move so inexorably slow
If I blink do the sands
of time silence the show ?
Is our life sequential
did we meet once before ?
Is our essence essential
a fixed bullseye score ?
Does mind mark the hours
coloured briefly by emotion
to navigate life’s showers.
Is time an elastic notion
an illusive mental trip ?
Or perhaps an endless stream
drop by drop, every drip
a delightful lucid dream
Does time come together
gather in synchronicity
guided forever to render
this moment intuitively
One in One, a complement
dialog is stilled in grace
by a quantum entanglement
aware – in universal space.
Gael Bage
New Countrymen
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 15, 2013
New Countrymen
And then the Romans came
With their towers and houses; and marble statues;
Things are no more the same,
With their strange, civilised Gods.
Where are the Druids, now we have need?
Where are my people?
Is it silence, now?
Is it, indeed?
Our forest is not strong anymore
Since the Romans brought their cities and culture.
Old trees have been felled;
The old spirit cannot capture
The old ways, anymore.
They shouldn’t have cut down the trees;
There was no need for that;
The Romans do as they please,
And there is nothing we can do about that.
What do they want of our misty land
When they are cold here?
Why do they do this to us
When they feel unwelcome here?
Why have they left their sunny land
When they are not content here?
Where are my people?
Times are changing all over the land;
Stonehenge has let fall some stones.
We fear an end is at hand,
The way our country groans.
What are these Romans?
They are not like us;
They have slighted our land
Yet our Gods do not harm them.
Only once have I seen such ill;
That was when Morrigan came;
She plagues my memories still.
Old Greenwood waits and calls
As more harm is done,
And as more trees die, their falls
Rock the Greenwood.
Few know the old ways now;
The hidden old straight track.
In Stonehenge’s sacred enclave
I see children playing their games.
These Romans no longer attack;
They go about their own business now
And call for us to slave,
And to stop our old ways;
Where are my people now?
Who are these Romans now?
Maybe the land will welcome them;
Maybe she is not too hurt by them;
Maybe we can understand them;
Maybe we can yet tame them.
Richard Jones
Charming Nantucket
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 15, 2013
Charming Nantucket
Little houses of cedar shaked serenity
house the most volatile of people,
quaking from their creativity,
hiding from normalcy,
needing a refuge.
All acts astrologically reasoned,
put in their proper places,
accounted for.
They are now able to relate
to their inner seething.
This intermittent eruption of discontent,
restless outbursts of individuality.
Separated from the rest of humanity
and it’s causes,
they are free.
Free to expose selfish expression.
Free for selfless repression.
Free from most other oppression.
Set apart from the mainland.
Most choose this exile
either in birthing or longing
for the tranquility of the sea birds,
lapping waves
and bogs.
The beautiful sameness of housing,
square housing,
contrasts the slippery curves of cobblestone.
Quaint is as Wild does,
as so, the people!
Charming!
Pamela Hope
What
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 15, 2013
What
what have I done so wrong
to feel this way
what have I done so wrong
to have no say
what have I done so wrong
to feel alone
what have I done so wrong
to be a stranger in my home
what have I done so wrong
to leave my friends behind
what have I done so wrong
to create this troubled mind
what have I done so wrong
to lose my self-respect
what have I done so wrong
to walk this lonely trek
what have I done so wrong
to feel this blue
what have I done so wrong
For now, I can’t find, You.
Amanda Edwards
A gentle soul
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 14, 2013
A gentle soul
A gentle soul
Invites the poet
To rise within us,
To open our hearts
And reveal
Our inner truths,
Giving us courage
To breach thick walls
We build to hide behind.
What you do matters.
You make a positive difference.
Thank you for being you!
Phil Ray Jack
