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hellopoet Feb 2017
it's not difficult to be
fatalistic and defeatist
when by our nature, we
look up from techno stupor
and connect proverbial dots
but also rises within, instinct
to stand up for what is right and
fight, moreso, if our toes are under
those of Goliath on a smug campaign
in an obviously uneven playing field
hellopoet Nov 2015
do not fix our gaze upon the east
where labour's whispers won't have ceased
now creaking joints approach a feast
lights are dimming and brows are creased

on glistering thresholds, above a stream
of well wishers spying a secret dream
those sun-kissed fields rejoice and beam
restores a sparkle of long lost gleam

while dust in dust the earth forget
engrave on silver-winged regret



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a sonnet of sorts
hellopoet Mar 2015
A rock by life's shore met tidal strife,
Thrown about each season's page

Safely in Poseidon's mighty hand
Turns into its pure form - sand.

Each grain hewn, a silicate image
of God's dreams now come to life.
Life's experiences have a cutting, forming, shaping and polishing effect.
hellopoet Dec 2015
having      now
no need to be found
in this ocean of ambition,
each droplet inhabits
a bottomless
tear-filling
cup.*




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hellopoet Apr 2015
So many winter friendships
save but a few
thaw with the sparkle of spring__âś’
hellopoet Oct 2015
^    
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《♢》
《♢》
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《♢》
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soon we'll tire
of â—Ź this â—Ź game
of cloaks and daggers
~ ○●  ○●○  ●○ ~
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hellopoet May 2015
'

No longer looked up to 
at least not as much as before 
no longer consulted 
or given the usual care 

No longer do cogs congregate 
not even to syncopate 
Time keeps ticking away 
although this clock's hands stay 

Where has the cuckoo flown to? 
Where shall it alight? 
Somewhere the sand has rested, 
glinting like stars in the night. 





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hellopoet Mar 2017
by day their light is hidden
by night they dance about
brilliant, constellated move-
ment; choreographed magic
within a holding firmament,
wider than a galaxy unfurling
small as a palm-held device
hellopoet Jan 2016
it is needful and kind
â—Ź to stay at a distance â—‹
for just a moment, still
while these words come
â—‹ forward to the front â—Ź
and be duly  recognised*




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hellopoet May 2015
'

Mother, Mother
are you crying?
Come and look,
the roses are dying.

Mother, Mother
I am hungry.
Come and see,
the dishes are piling.

Mother, Mother
I am lonely.
Come and hear,
My heart's key is snapping.

Mother, Mother
are you sleeping?
Come and run,
Let's play in the sun once more.




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hellopoet Dec 2024
a sail without its wind
prevailing
       and oars without waters
deep
       within heaving chest
spraying cheeks moist
hellopoet Sep 2015
Hear, here!
to the part of you
that no longer feels

that secret place
where a rainbow peels;
each colour fading out

then glowing in--
a time and place
where time stands still*



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hellopoet May 2015
'

Post counter's clocked
a year's worth
of daily poetry;
a century
of friends and
commentary.

How is it possible?
that even here,
in this very place,
life by numbers-
we can't hold dear.

Perhaps, as in a road trip
flying past milestones,
it's all a blur
until a window's rolled down
an apple core's thrown out:
a fleeting glimpse of

where we were.




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hellopoet Oct 2015
Candid words are all you need.
A wine bibber's carafe,
rainbow colours clarify; 
astute ears ratify -
satisfied yawning 
suspicion: 
inward rivers gush, 
undulate to the surface -
sweat thaws frozen brows.

Awkward ripples rouse
unbidden eloquence, 
reverberates without escape; 
all the while sinking back, 
twiddling proverbial digits: 
unwritten poems, silted dreams 
settle in the sand.*



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hellopoet Dec 2016
valid until
use-by date
be wary of
expiry, see
not all things
rely on fate
best-by flies
so go forth:
'gather roses
while ye may'
hellopoet May 2015
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a bardsong soars as waters
soaking
my rooted, versant digits

boundless accoutrement
caressing
each, with tendrilled deftness

liquid crystals frolic
cascading
envelops my vision
                  of your solicitude

we will rise together
and float, forever
descending
into each other

until there is no breath
within music
rising
on spray roused crags




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hellopoet Oct 2016
smoke rises
grains dance in the wind
and dogwoods are butterflies
that ride the sky
hellopoet Dec 2015
there is no gently
and no rowing on
this polluted and
half-dried stream

we survive only
by hydrating, but
if it's bottled up

then it must be
right and we're
'merrily, merrily,
life is but a dream'*



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hellopoet Oct 2015
could represent an attempt
at presenting a lack of stimulus,  
either way, or at least
that's what can be surmised;

l i k e    s t r e  t c h i n g    o u t

an already blank existence,  
wall upon wall upon wall,
exacerbating this ocean swell
of emptiness that's bursting inside.*


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hellopoet Apr 2015
two joined, separated a brother, now one 
and his brother's friend, a friend that loved 
filled that emptiness 
that hearth and home could not mend 
one fateful day 
their ways crossed to wayward wend
what tears run streaks 
on your redded-cheeks 
why the furtive pulse in your eyes, 
it shows so plain a plan
to bring him back 
though a means to do 
so sorely lack 
keep alive that sacred part 
you filled his heart and thus 
wherever he may be 
there shall you also remain 
his friend, no brother nor blood 
no rain nor wind would understand
hellopoet Mar 2015
If I told you who I am,
Would you believe me?
Would you listen? 
Would you care?

Maybe I've learnt well to tell 
What you want to hear,
What you can believe;
What you are comfortable with.

So, ask me again:
Who might I be?
why
hellopoet Sep 2015
why
bump up or repost--
just in case you missed out
on reading this

perhaps like those
after school tv reruns
or those movie remakes

imagine: live streaming
and podcasting in
very slow motion*


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hellopoet Jan 2016
you, many-tongued mimic
impersonator, ventriloquist
mockingbird of loud repute
whose repertoire amazes
pied-pipering attraction
that hooks even mutants:
mockingjay or jabberjay
fictive or literal pursuit
hospital smock would suit;
in its vile end, we pretend
for one moment, to comprehend
in a twinkling, a final spark
our earthly existence, spend*



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inspired by proverbs 9:7-17 and its allure continues on: 'stolen drink is sweet and food eaten in secret is delicious.. '
hellopoet Mar 2015
scowling as a threatening storm cloud
sombre as a brooding sky
my errant thoughts stumble
and leave my tear ducts dry:
exhuming an abundant cascade
of strained expressions that reflect
a stained and bedraggled soul
whose fond recollections failed to connect.
hellopoet Sep 2015
a tortured artist
struck by barbs--
pain of restrictions

or inopportune expression

a suffering poet, wracked
burning, molten words
boiling from deep within

seek release by any means;

every manner it seems,
insufficient and incomplete:
lifelong quest continues on*


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hellopoet Jun 2015
long, top down drives
even shirtless tans
sweet strawberry kisses and
glorious watermelon stains

laughter lifting through the trees
glimpses of sun blest promises
sugar coated whispers
catching in the breeze

fruit bowls, waterholes
and refreshing icy poles
interlacing fingers share
starry nights and lazy days*



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hellopoet Mar 2017
these words flow
fluid as cheap wine
crisply coloured as
any branded vintage

easy on worn pockets
dulls minds equally;
after several goblets
it all tastes the same

as for roses and petals
they may vary in look
none any prettier and
always smell the same
hellopoet Oct 2015
       petal by petal

feather-pendulum descends

              you fall and wither





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hellopoet Mar 2015
Data,
meta data,  
metaphysical privacy...
Intrusion by access free for all
Though you've nothing to hide
All of you is on display
Wirelessly
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hellopoet Oct 2015
people these days
are our solitary
point of reference

unless we're old enough
to recall 'back in the day'
to compare smoke signals

with mobile signals; well
most of us can't even
speak or 'read' Morse.*



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hellopoet Apr 2015
What's hard about dreams,
is getting stuck in the dreaming.
hellopoet Mar 2017
"the eyes have it"
but they don't - -
blanker darkness,
glassy, stare of
fish no longer
able to breathe;
those eyes had it,
perhaps they did,
but now no more
hellopoet Sep 2015
backwater
paddler
none ever
sadd'yer

never seein'
th'mainstream,
hope remains
only in dreams

together,
friends forever:
man and canoe,
downstream on cue



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hellopoet Mar 2015
Had I known much earlier than I have ,
It would most surely have been spent
With more intention and purpose.
Then again, there is always next year!
Resolved during the 30th UNESCO session to proclaim March 21 as World Poetry Day.
DIRECTOR-GENERAL'S MESSAGE ON THE OCCASION OF WORLD POETRY DAY (21 MARCH 2000)

Paris, March 15 {No.2000-22} - On the occasion of World Poetry Day (March 21), celebrated for the first time this year, UNESCO Director-General KoĂŻchiro Matsuura is launching the following message:

"Among the many different forms of human expression, poetry has a major and distinct place. It has always stood apart in the temple of literature. The ancient bards often expressed themselves through this rhythmic construction of words.

"But poetry is more than a rigid codified literary form. It is the basis of every branch of literary and artistic expression. Do we not say of novels, paintings, musical compositions and films that they are poetic?

"Poetry is not very demanding; a voice or a sheet of paper are enough to give it life. We meet with poetry at all times and in all places, thus proving its universality and transcendental nature.

"Every culture identifies with its poets through their ability to give life to its underlying yearnings, it most secret dreams and its shared hopes.

"Yet, poetry is also an incomparable means of intercultural understanding. Learning it in his earliest years helps an individual to develop his sensitivity, deepen his understanding of the complexity of the world, to understand others, through the refinement of art and to steady his feet on the road of life.

"Since its creation, UNESCO has developed a programme for the translation of poetic works from all over the world to make them available to the greatest number and so participate in international dialogue and understanding.

"And so, celebrating this first World Poetry Day, I invite the authorities, associations and civil society everywhere to do everything in their power to restore poetry to its traditional role in the life of the community in order to pursue its universal vocation in the service of cultural diversity and peace in the world."
hellopoet Mar 2017
virtual stalkerimg
digital door knockers
GPS triangulation
information strangulation
clicks and pings
cookies and keystrokes
emails and SMSes
unsolicited  annoyances  
frequent locations
mild traffic and fastest routes
we're more than one minute slower
in our knickers all twisted and hot
they've definitely got our number, and
most assuredly our days are numbered
hellopoet Dec 2015
scowling as a storm cloud threatens
sombre as a brooding sky
my errant thoughts stumble
and leaving my tear ducts dry:

exhuming an abundant cascade
of strained expressions that reflect
a stained and bedraggled soul
whose fond recollections failed to connect*




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hellopoet Oct 2015
The reason for our articulation
is simple and utilitarian-
we don't seek perfection,
but seek elusive ablution.

Perfection is reserved for those
with time to spend and money to burn.
Our slavish souls require release,
whose ransom necessitates recompense:

Expiated expeditiously, in a flurry
of words that scathe our every thought.*



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hellopoet Sep 2015
skulking in the
shadows
lengthen, low
in the day

conjure

spells on iambs
and lyric lines
verses divine
then post & run
high on muses

wine

sup and dine
rationing
cups of universe
ladling sustenance
down our throats
from birth to hearse.*





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hellopoet Apr 2015
skulking in the
shadows
lengthen, low
in the day
conjure
spells on iambs
and lyric lines
verses divine
then post & run
high on muses
wine
sup and dine
rationing
cups of universe
ladling sustenance
down our throats
from birth to hearse.





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hellopoet Apr 2015
mess with this heart
why don't you? still
oblivious to all you are
all the effects you have
messing this here heart

swagger into the room
head careening askew
slurring pronouncements 
your fond affections spew
I lurv you..... I lurv you

why burden this heart
when sober, always aloof 
hardly your eyes meet mine
tongue-tied and twisted
no words, no touch, no smile


wake up, sober up and see
there is so much more here
more than cooler cans in hand
or that awful look in your eyes
as you sway, pleading, with me
hellopoet Sep 2017
a walk down flaming paths
fueled by spawning oceans
dulls bioluminescent sparkles,
momentarily eclipses senses;
waiting for veils to rise up
as breezes begin to blow
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