Frozen With Flowers (revised)

Sitting among flowers burning with joy
of life – even the small purple ones have
yellow hearts, orange flowers seem warm

Yet it feels as if they are frozen as I sit in
the cold, then the dream – an Ice Princess
sitting atop a glass mountain

They’re her only reminders of the real world,
a heroine and a prince will not come, for
all eternity the Princess sits among frozen

Beauty of long ago with ice-covered flowers
from when she still believed an inner world
of love could be realised by wishing for it

They are frozen tokens to keep her company,
she is happy, the ardent longing to find ideals
and fight for them have also been

Frozen with flowers...

007 As Moving Background

At least this nondescript time is lightened by a new craze
of mine: full-cream milk powder, a lifesaver, coffee tastes
like heaven, and real butter on everything, it means I eat
less meat, hope more animals will live because of this, at
present all I read is hurricane Sandy & work documents

Life would have been unbearable if it was not for a James
Bond movie series with scenes I love and hate, the TV is
left on, volume turned down to give a feeling of freedom
when seeing something interesting in passing, enjoying
007’s adventures as a moving background to my life

The more recent movies lack the theme music and cool
humour of the first Sean Connery reels, the recent films
contain scenes too bland and boring to watch - perfect
as a fantastic screen saver when life starts wounding
down and nothing remarkable is happening

Wednesday 31 October 2012

Flowing With Metred Timbre

I thought the passage of time would have sweetened
bitterness and brought you peace of mind; they’re still
yours, every single one – although no-longer in your
home nor in receipt of sure-footed guidance

You have another to care for, to give your best, reap
benefits of lessons learned; you have admiring eyes
watching every step, rooting for you and because the
reason for your loss – strong, self-confident decisions

Left little room for others to assert or insist on their
independence, the forceful aspect of which makes a
grand leader of you, an ideal person to lead the way
into the artistic future

Your loss is immense and we expect you’ll never stop
crying for them – only please take note of bounty
that life offers you, don’t ignore the friendship,
beauty and songs to be sung by you that await

Live for futures while paying homage to the past,
take hands that reach out to you, rest in grace and
welcome extended, take full draughts from the
cup of approval offered by those

Who love true creativity and know the price you paid
was too high, nothing can recompense loss of what
you loved most yet the only way to grow is through
this experience, analyse the event

And render it into your musical words flowing with
metred timbre to share what you have gained in
the most beautiful lines others have ever read…

Giant Web Of Awareness

No use joining the family, no chance to offer my
opinion on modern music, I was told to wait until
they had their say - was never given a chance to
contribute anything, fighting back by increasing
the level of noise, brought the radio into the TV
room playing Verdi Il Trovatore, the TV on with
lions’ growling, crocodiles floating ominously
alongside on Animal Planet

Thrown open windows and doors to hear the sound
of rain falling outside - an explosion of noise to help
me keep my poise and not get angry with the talking
voice that leaves no room for brain-dead morons like
me who fall silent under rebuke, let me not open my
mouth, frogs and snakes might jump out when I’m
angry - let me dream of beautiful jewels coming
out of it instead - if I wait long enough

And then express myself with more self-restraint, mean-
time the radio is playing ‘Oh no, don’t let the rain come
down’ in contrast – looked up to find the TV already in
Wildest Latin America with adorable baby crocodiles
while the adults catch giant rodents on the banks of
Lake Orinoco - Venezuela - consciousness every-
where, I shall never fear the world will end with
my death, consciousness lives in a body

Just temporarily, the world goes on because every
particle, atom and molecule participate in the giant
web of awareness…

Glitter Falling From My Hair (Revised)

Am exhausted, sat thru’ two James Bond movies
non-stop, Pierce Brosnan in ‘Goldeneye’, but only
watched intermittently as I miss Sean Connery’s
mischievous, amused smile, then ‘A View to a Kill’
with Roger Moore – too many twists in the tale,
woke when he carried the leading dame down a
ladder from a building on fire, she glued her shoes
to her feet - wore them right into a flooded mine
and out of it again

Found a program on sea life in Wild France,
lovely jellyfish – selling my soul to the devil by
watching too much TV, glitter falling from my
hair on the keyboard while typing – this morning
sprinkling my hair seemed a good idea, now I
remember a stand-up comedian complaining
about glitter falling from Christmas cards and
the irate receiver hoovering the carpet, maybe
this is too messy, even for me

It’s raining once more, a show of clouds earlier
today brought positive results; time to join the
family who’ve watched a rugby grand final, I
still think I had the best deal with 007

Superior, Amused Cool

Friday night should hold some enchantment
but when my computer at work got angry at
me and refused to send finished documents
to my colleague, Friday night lost its shine -
nothing I did afterwards got it back

Learning passé composé for the eventual test
does not hold any charm so I did not even begin,
fixing the house does not seem very inviting –
in the end I settled in front of the TV watching
anaconda’s, dingo’s, tigers and hawks

Devouring their prey – I had a choice to watch
cricket of course, just join my beloved at the big
screen TV, but this does not appeal, I only take
him a glass of wine from time to time and the
night is all mine - but it’s energy I lack

Maybe dinner should have been more than a
chocolate with nuts, egg on rye and a cup of
coffee, yet I cannot be inspired to prepare a
meal for myself, it is self-help tonight - the
others got a takeaway - fish and chips

Not an option for me at all, staying away from oily
foods means no stomach-ache, though boring it
is better than suffering - now the seal looking like
an aquatic ballerina is unmasked as a ruthless
killer; the electric eel is stunning its prey

With a high voltage shock, a polar bear takes on
walruses - I might just as well been watching a
James Bond movie, this only lacks the iconic
theme music like ‘On Her Majesty’s Secret
Service’ with George Lazenby

It was a huge disappointment – later tonight
Pierce Brosnan will entertain in ‘The World is
not enough’ - as long as they play the theme
song, the movie will be fine - without it, the
superior, amused cool is gone


[Friday Night 25 October 2012]

Head Filled With Nonsense

Reading and repeating, letting the words wash over me,
trying to make sense of long sentences containing every
thought the original author had in his head, his suspicions
about the probable crimes of the miscreant he had set
himself to prosecute:

“For undue influence or real or supposed links to a public official or equivalent
who reportedly accepted directly or indirectly advantages with a view to obtain
rights or advantages for a third party, even if justified, and undue use of public funds

AND using his position to obtain unjustified advantage for himself or a third party
to the prejudice of the administration and contravening the regulations governing
such transactions with a view to realising advantage or loss

AND the flagrant participation in abusive exploitation of a dominant position in the
internal market or a substantial part thereof and (exhaling and taking a deep breath)
complicity” – THERE, the words have washed over me over and over

And with my head filled with nonsense and legalese, my
glasses askew, scientific left halve of the brain burning in
overdrive so that I’m in very real danger to become a
statistic of spontaneous human combustion – though
my colleagues need not fear

Everything will be intact, only my smoking shoes will
indicate where I have been before the angels of mercy
took me away from this misuse of language that could
have sung the most beautiful songs…