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There is always a poem after this one;
the understudy to today's centre stage:

This poem however, is never unimportant,
it is as individual as the poem that follows;
many written poems have unwritten forbears-
each poem is breathed and lived; rarely spoken.

The panorama of this poem is found in one place –
the window of its reader's imagination;
so each poem is the beginning point
of new journeys that we join with the poet.

A Passer By!

Have you not read my poem?

Summary Disposal

.
in a drift
I notice, but forget
long term memory disengaged

I bet some nice poems
are still a'float in there
somewhere

alone

never even bumping into each other

what happened?
they might ask
he couldn't find a pencil?

the cream of the crop
made of our own volition
out of whole cloth
the best he has to offer

but, because he can't remember
"save to long term memory mode"
we are all lost,
never to land on a page
or in a song

Written at midnight thinking
of my TAO photograph:-

Rowing into The Understanding
some of us get to
the other side.

Stepping off the edge
will I sink
or swim

The moon smiles
the stars wink
was it me who blinked

The night shivered
the bushes grew
who knew.

Under the clouds
lies the City
how do you know

Beneath the water
fish swim free
the heron's eye.

The wood lies
the sea turns over
my stomach rumbles

Take me on the wire tonight
And spin me on the worlds delight
Once we were but now we’re not
My blood clots in a sailors knot
So take me to the end of the world
And watch me blur in a brilliant swirl
I was lost in the night
I was lost in the night

Take me to the place where I lied
And put me in the spot light
Let me fix all I broke
Your hearts walls and my slit throat
So take me to where I can’t hide
And make my heart confide
I was lost in the night
I was lost in the night

science, religion and God
we all are entitled to our views,
though evolution,
as a part of science can't be overruled,
it is as much essential
to keep integrated
and
as human beings,
we all can't do away
with God
nor Religion

nor do I want to be isolated
I respect all religions equally,
so no one can call me
an atheist nor irreligious,
nor only scientific
a juggler of
science and religion
perhaps I may be

The world long 'fore I was even born
on a tropic December morn
that gave not even slightest hint
of how our world would soon be rent

In the distance Zeroes roar
on their way to grisly chore
to release the dogs of war
upon a distant peaceful shore

In the instant ere the bombs dropped
leading to so many hearts stopped
the sun shone so clear and bright
upon both the wrong and right

.
from the depths of microbia
arose man, and a world

from throngs of ignorance
was born a taught man

from the confusion of knowlege
was made a poet

from the muddiest of mud
grows a beautiful lotus

We all do our small part
to make things better
for ourselves

And sometimes others
notice the differences
and make their own
adjustments

I've been buying
almost all
of my vegetables
from friends
and farmers markets

A friend explained
the concept
of food miles
and I have consumed
along those lines
for alot of years now

Except for tea
and olive oil,
one has to support
the farmers of far off
enterprises also

i looked up in the stars then made a wish,
to yearn for you is to cry for the moon
wished that you had never been this hard to reach,
so that we'll both be love existent very soon.

man is living as the Earth is rotating,
so is the time passes the same time it exists,
why was this love born out from a distance?
leaving me hanging with droplets of chance...