A new set of poems/songs.
31/03/2020
15/01/2020
Some poems from 2019, The Heart Whisperer, Netsuke Dream, Uncluttered, Now
Just updating with some poems from last year, still part of the 'Sticker' set. One is about a dream I had about netsukes. I read it and it still makes no sense, I guess that's dreams for you! Looking forward to using these and all my poems more creatively this year...
The Heart Whisperer
You won't notice the difference at first
Just the smallest of change
Quieter than the breath of a candle
A ripple across a pool
Nothing to see here
But you will see it
Later rather than sooner
Long time later
It will be clear
I was there with you in that midnight place
Though you don't remember
I will always be there for you
Now, in the sunlight you laugh
Putting it all behind you
Moving forward, stronger than before
A bright bowl full of hope
There was something someone once said...
And you will wonder who it was
And I will smile and say
It must have been the heart whisperer
Netsuke Dream
I dreamt of two dolphins and two seals
Near the grey granite waterfront
Red, black, grey and white mottled under a crystal blue sea
And as they swam past, these strange pairs
They told me these things
Dolphins:
We see ourselves as small whales
Our skin is the colour of jasper and obsidian
We are your ocean cousins
You see our form in your mind
Our needle nosed beak and round bellies define us for you
But we are superior because
We are talking to you in your sleep
Seals:
Their eyes stare into me
Profound and unfathomable
As deftly drawn as any high tide
And as smooth as a polished stone
They are talking
But not in any language humans know
I can see what they mean though
Here I am
Stranded high and dry on the grey ground
While they are still free
Uncluttered
The estuary sparkles
Crystal cut waves and yachts
Vying for attention
Wind tunes stir in the tall firs
And the air
Full of the cobalt sea
Feels uncluttered
Here, we are certain of the tide
times
Of shells in the sand and hairpin
roads
Leading only to water
No running against the traffic
And running out of change for the
parking
No corridors full of coffee and
despair
Air conditioning and the wrong
lift doors
Life all gone wrong on the wrong
floor
Clutching at hopeful straws
Caught in the clutter
Trying to keep our heads
Above the tide of our turning
health
For a moment our feet
Are in clear water
Searching rockpools
For small fry under a blue sky
And the air
Full of the cobalt sea
Feels uncluttered
Now
A tidal flow of ideas
Each generation finding expression
For the herald's song
While one hand pulls down the old stones
Another shores up the walls of love
And where we meet for a moment
Now, our feet on different roads
18/12/2019
Flint
I could bring you magic
Like fireflies in a jar
And I could sing of magic
Like dragons made of stars
But I just want to dance
Like the horses in the sea
Come dance with me
Golden bough and crimson berry
The little dove in the snow
Flint sparks and warm hearth
Of a solstice on the hill
But still there’s a mystery
Between you and I
As wide as the winter sky
As deep as the storm flood sea
I could bring you magic
Like fireflies in a jar
And I could sing of magic
Like dragons made of stars
But I just want to dance
Like the horses in the sea
Come dance with me
21/01/2019
Ripple Stones
I’m sorry your skies have turned a colder blue
And I wouldn’t want to disturb more than I do
But sometimes you have to throw
A pebble in a pool
Ripple stone
Ripple stone
Watching ripples as they roam
Far from view
And I wouldn’t want to disturb more than I do
But sometimes you have to throw
A pebble in a pool
Ripple stone
Ripple stone
Watching ripples as they roam
Far from view
Above the starlings fly across a cold winters’ sky
A flock of a thousand birds so wide
All flying back home
A path well flown
Ripple stone
Ripple stone
Watching starlings as they roam
Far from view
The orchard sleeps deep in a blanket of sheep
While the cold air’s the only company you keep
I’ll throw a pebble in a pool
For I’d rather be a fool
Ripple stone
Ripple stone
Watching ripples as they roam
Far from view
Labels:
2019,
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orchards,
poem,
rumplesongs,
song lyrics,
starlings,
winter blues
31/08/2018
Untrace Your Steps
Untrace your steps
Set down the heavy load
Leave it here, with me
now
And I will unwind
The truth to you
Under the lampost, in
the shade of the church
Lika a Madonna lost in
a dark room
A halo of light falling
on your thoughts
Listened to by the
quiet stone steps
And echoing in your
silent prayer vigil
Do not follow those old
ghosts
That keep their cold
grip
A mist rising to haunt
you
Untrace your steps
Into the new day
Across a crowd, a face
you recognised once
Like a mirage burning
into the heat of the day
Lost in a maze of
bright connections
The call that beats a
drum in your blood
Freedom running through
the veins
Untrace your steps
And steer a new course
Under the bright star
of hope
And you will find
Your heart already
knows the way
14/05/2018
Pay it Forward
If I'm gonna spend my
money today
It's gonna be to make
something stay
Not on baubles, not on
gold
But something better in
this world
You wanna stay around that's fine by me
But I'm done playing like it's all for free
Pay it forward
Labels:
2018,
dragonfly sticker,
lyrics,
pay it forward,
poem,
Rumple,
song
19/04/2018
Lark
I won't trade on pretty
easy
And I don't see why I
should
Because this world is
based on ugly
And it never balances
the books
And for every coin you
take you'll see
Those coins are never
debt free
Just a token for a way
to be
Enslaved by a society
It's pretty clear to me
That I prefer to be
free
I may never be a
millionaire
But frankly dear, I
just don't care
I'll run a comb through
my hair
And thank the stars I'm
me
Because once the pity
party's done
The road back is a
gruelling one
And it's pretty clear
to me
That I prefer to be
free
After all your deals
and dollar runs
After the highs and
lows so hard won
Have you anything for a
kingdom come
Or are you still on
your knees
And for every coin you
take you'll see
Those coins are never
debt free
Just a token for a way
to be
Enslaved by a society
A lark is singing in
the sky
It sings the loudest
way up high
And it's pretty clear
to me
That it prefers to be
free
I may never be a
millionaire
But frankly dear, I
just don't care
I'll run a comb through
my hair
And thank the stars I'm
me
Because
It's pretty clear to me
That I prefer to be
free
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