Remind me not to use those words which
pop stars, hacks and politicians made into
a parody of what they once had been.
And now this poem’s a requiem for all those
meanings overruled, messing up the gene pool,
courting only ridicule, gag rule, cesspool,
language beauty underjeweled, words to fool,
viral oral bubblegum, (guess I’m only old-school,
won’t succumb, arch-refusenik I’ve become). Read the rest of this entry »
💥 T H E … F R E E D O M … W A L K 💥
Freedom doesn’t write itself with airspray on a toilet wall;
for only through deep work and trouble
(living as we do in 3-D rubble) can it come at all.
If left to find its own sweet way, inevitably it will
end up lost, alone and subject to decay
(at unrecoverable cost — a price for which so many foolly pay).
Ask any dungeon-dweller and she’ll translate
the scrawled-out ciphertext
from broken hearts to runes Read the rest of this entry »
SITTING HERE ON MY TERRACE in the ardent sunshine, I was going to write about the alchemical effect of music on the soul as strains of a Handel Concerto Grosso drifted through the living-room entrance. But as I began to type, I noticed a heart-stopping, long-awaited sight just a metre from where I was sitting: My little citrus Lime Tree had suddenly acquired a leaf-shoot bump, as I realised on closer inspection; followed later by more similar bumps all over it, along with a number of flower-buds bursting out with Read the rest of this entry »
There is a curtain right in front
of every soul who scours this earth;
though most are blind and see no veil
or element obscured by drapes.
And written on this curtain are
some words right off the Richter Scale
in ink invisible except to those
whose hearts the whole Truth rapes! Read the rest of this entry »