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Naked
Naked we come into this world and
Naked we go out,
And In spite of all
Our coverings,
Little do we
Control or know
Of consequence,
Except with out a doubt
For our behaviour.
Decision
What to summon?
Which number?
The right number?
Is it 911?
Or some other
Choice number
Freud engineered
to impress mind
to thought
Or action.
Truths
Truths
I hope to have
written some truths.
Lies are so easy.
To pen
To be able
To record some truths
in the future !
That is difficult;
Lies are so obvious,
Not always cheap.
Easy, convenient,
Unexamined conclusions
Of the times.
Truths are not always so obvious.
Some take years
To ascertain
In the dark.
That’s why the best poets
Age, get so old,
With deep lines
in their foreheads,
or die so very young.
Some truths are never
to be,
cannot be,
known;
And only are present
in vague outlines,
In muted colours
Of the partly blind;
Only lightly,
Randomly,
Occasionally,
touched on.
The Boatman Travels
The boatman
Has set his sights on travel,
With his ancient oar,
all on his own.
And he will journey far
To distant places
that he well knows,
And where he is
well known.
He is grateful
for good fortune
for all charitable hearts
Along his flowing road,
And for the safe directions
in which
The winds have blown.
Hemingway Mimes
Hemingway
In a toque and white
Beard
Doing pantomimes
In the air, looking up
And smiling;
He’s gone beyond
Even the simplest
Of words …
To meaning,
On Mother’s day
Transformations
Back to the Secret Beach
In celebration of the end of this year and and the beginning of the New I took a short journey to
A secret beach
1/
On the path to
The secret beach
is a sun dial memorial
With an Inscription
that reads:
Time flies
Suns rise
And shadows fall
Let it pass by;
Love reigns
Forever over all.
It is Anonymous.
2/
Over the bridge
of still waters
the fountains
Have now ceased
And the mallards
Sit meditative
on mirrored water
Among reeds
And yellow
floating leaves.
And the waters of
Reconciliation
Lapping,
With their voices, all
Come out to meet me
3/
Pebbles
and coloured
Stones mixed
with driftwood and debris,
the remnants of a multicoloured Life,
Grey now,
greet me as
tenant stands,
crosses
Self by the sea,
That leads
to the portals
Of a blue infinity.
Where to get: Free Verse in Useless Times
Just a little shameless self promotion : As you may or may not know, I have been working on publishing my first poetry book and it has now hit the “e-shelves” -“Free Verse in Useless Times”
I really hope you will buy and enjoy it – the poetry in the collection been described by one reviewer as ” lovely and sometimes profound” it’s $3.99 US and if you do, please also consider leaving a review. Both would mean a lot to me. You can purchase it through iBooks, Indigo and Chapters Kobo or on Smashwords, the self-publishing site that I have used. Here are the links:
***Please feel free to pass this on to any family and any friends that you may think of that may enjoy contemporary poetry
Apple’s iBooks – https://itun.es/ca/X_5S_.l
Indigo/Chapters Kobo – https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/free-verse-in-useless-times/9780995003309-item.html
Smashwords -https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/600267
Thanks for considering and again, best of the season and a very happy New Year!
Thank you for your support !
Peter
PWChaltas 