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This old man

10/22/2022

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Spirit of the living God.

10/20/2022

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​Spirit of the living God.

my mind, in full rupture, unstable,
imprisoned by itself, darkness surrounds me
My God, my God, why, why, why!
Yet my soul shouts out, life support
God is within, not with holding,
but holding as mighty oak.

Holding in steadfast, gather me in
re-member me back from fragmented
body, mind, and soul.

call me beloved, if that’s what I am
whisper peace into my anxiety,
shalom me into that state of wholeness,
my scars, to tell a redemptive story,
of those once opened bloody wounds.

Spirit of the living God, full afresh on me.
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​Poems from Physic Garden 8.10.22

10/8/2022

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The Little Apple Tree
Embedded instability,
rooted thickly entwined,
telling and told
pulses in secret code
humanity enigma code unbroken

those gnarly unwholly
weathered, warped and wassailed
weathered, beaten up, scared
nodules, nodes and knots
notations of place and time,
this watchman, this truth, echoes nature
a twist in turning, ebbs and flows.
Memories of a bygone time,
eclipsing into sepia memorandums

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Leafiest Wall

The leafiest wall remembering
falling,
fell,
fallen,
bony framework
fragile skeleton,
barren and bereft,
lamenting what was
mourning each leaf lost at cost
re-membering  
it
re-membering
when
re-membering
why and how
above all
re-membering
in substance
I wonder, who will re-member me and by?
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Aut-tum-bling down

Aut-tum-bling down
and down
and down
a cascade of
orange ochna
rusty and copper  
russet red
a symphony of colour
splashing down into
muddy puddle
fodder for re-imagining
next season

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​Autumns deathly comes

10/3/2022

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Look
Look with creator eyes at the cornucopia of colour emerging from within the leaves, leaves with vibrate earthy, natural colours,
a last shot of energy,
sap,
then the leaves flurry to the ground, leaves turn to mush,
energy returned to the ground,
ready to energise,
 to give life again,
but now rest
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Smell
Smell with creator senses,
alert,
tender and true.
Leaves, petals, once shouting out with colour abound,
that deathly returning to the earth,
all strength,
resistance,
life,
colour drained,
body broken down,
life extinct
The crunch of autumns deathly comes
Smell overwhelming of energy pouring back into the earth
the body, now a lifeless corpse, buried
nurturance for life’s best
rest now until spring’s forth.
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Bulrushes, breath and wild Spirit

10/3/2022

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​bulrushes blown by the wind,
white feathers exploding from within,
drifting off,
held and nurtured by the wind,
the breath of God.

the bulrushes being blown
like candles at the end of a service
smoke permeating the air around,
getting caught up in the air
pungency getting diluted as it travels where it wills.


following in the stream made by the Wild spirit of God.
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Poem with no name

10/3/2022

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Songs and stories, memories and moments
plants and planting, hard-working,
forced rhymes and rhythms
how can we sing the Lord’s song in this strange land!
flown from another place, mission,
seeds planted,
garden on hiatus,
gardener on garden leave.
Wildness and wilderness
creeping, seeping in
spreading, expanding
Kingdom rewilding

Dandelion’s planted
thistles and thorns
buttercups and poppies
divine intervening

Unsolicited brambles rooming and weaving
uncontrolled, controlling

World reclining
humanity shutting down
lost
foxes and foe
reframing, reimagining
paradise reclaiming
taking back what humanity plundered.
world on a ventilator, humbling
no going back
no normal to return to
twisted, bent and buggered
worn out, keep out!
 
revived
rewired
renewed
New stories to write
new songs to sing
what new song can we sing in this new world?











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Erasure Poetry: The Lacking

10/3/2022

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Government and others
lack of integrity,
cross-party working,
deeper and respond slower
honesty.
Amiss broken world,
fake institutions failing us,
infighting and back-stabbing
listen hard
choosing words with thought and
readiness to admit they don’t
up and mean it.
The voice
child cries out,
your people cry
to say sorry when they mess, demand
those tribes of people who
their voices still count,
they’re in the desert cries out,
the infant
enough!
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​Eternal life

10/3/2022

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​Eternal life
soul
reincarnation

physical body
to mortal death
timely but too soon
or lingering waiting
life seeping through,
draining to nothing beep!

soul remaining, reforming
moving rebirthing into next reality unseen by mortal eyes
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​Grasping something unimagined

10/3/2022

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​Grasping something unimagined
I stand here watching,
as a mighty oak,
rooted in this now
coppiced but defiant to be.

Kingfisher shooting past
red, blue, raiment of fragmented colours
down flying.

Bulrushes sway lightly in rainy mist,
imagined as candle snuffed out,
ephemeral transcendency forming portal to a reality unmet.

Crunching and snapping of leaflitter and spent twigs underfoot,
bring memories of bygone summers, misty hazes and fruitfulness,
now deathly grey, gloom,
food for the journey, new life.

wilding goose,
grey, bland, and boring plumage,
loud honking, move, now, urgent as alarm clock

Soundings of a world grounded in, yet grasping the edge of something unimagined.
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​Hanging in Compton Hanger

10/3/2022

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​Hanging in Compton Hanger
looking,
feeling
yet unknowing
silence opens eyes to the vista.

walking lightly as the feather on the breath
gently,
lightly on earth’s broken crust
trees remind of fallen hero’s grounded
seed heads abundance ripened.
my breath
my soul
exhilarated
still
movement compels, forward moral
breath cutting through the cold ramet of winter.


the green land becoming greener, sap rising
Ivy clinging
climbing up spent wood. Stump, bygone of mortal’s plans


Grass moist to touch,
spiky,
blunt,
stile hewed by past pilgrim’s touch
barrier,
a stopping place,
reflective,
moving forward,
past the knowing into the unknowing

into the peaceful knowing 
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