A Cross Stick
Dumped detritus on the shore
Rubbish ripped and nothing more
In the storms and winds of life
Flayed by sun and salt sea knife
Threads that yearn for yesterday
Writhing limbs so twisted lay,
Outcast chords what dreams evoke
Orators silenced nature’s joke,
Debris drifting – tree bones broke...
~oOo~
I wandered lonely as a tiger prawn on the Serengeti,
Or perhaps a hieroglyph in alphabety spaghetti,
For I am a flawed poem in the files of dear A.P.,
At least; by reading the comments – it seems that way to me…
~oOo~
Oxford (A river crossing for particularly obtuse bovines.)
Ah… what a romantic notion - the dreaming of the spires;
Oh - the glory and the wisdom to which we might aspire?
But I fear the reality is so much more austere,
A jangling jar of sixty sects, shouting loud and drear;
But do not be upset my idealist; no do not break your heart,
At least they argue with refined panache - and even sometimes… art.
~oOo~
Faith asks nothing of its clutch, save blind unquestioning devotion,
In fact it’s easier to embrace, if devoid of the slightest notion!
~oOo~
Good News – Bad News
I will take your hand and hold it,
And look into your eyes.
I will listen to your whispers
The confessions… and your lies.
Nor will I judge you
For of condemnation I’m bereft,
But before you celebrate your serendipity,
Know my name is death…
~oOo~
Pure Prose or Fleeting Fashion?
Betwixt the interstices of land and land, the blatherskites on every hand, a simpler prompt of apropos, to form a nuance from proud prose… Yet if that which you should think so pure, were laid before a Chaucer or a Bede – they might scarcely comprehended the language that they read…
~oOo~
Dimension convention, invention retention,
The land of the mind and the free;
Ungrounded, compounded, astounded and resounded,
The echoes of eternity.
Mathematical or mythical, philosophical to physical
Investigated whimsically,
A joy to this boy –
Though the plebs will just toy on the beach of knowledge’s sea.
~oOo~
It’s too hard to hold on to the fire and flame,
The passion that sears at the start of the game,
Together or apart a quieter scene…
But apart - there are always those ‘might have beens’…
~oOo~
My sister Saffron said to seek a psychiatrist to sort my schism,
She shouted shades of spectrum rays and that I’d end in prism,
Her interference might with clearance have restored to white,
Or polarised a grid of size, so sorting lysergic sight…
~oOo~
This dribbled babble from rabid gabble I’ve gathered to gain a gauge
Of tonic sonics I grew by mnemonics hydroponically on the page.
So should it seem a senseless scheme, impropriety put to prose,
Feel free to mulch, (when diced and sliced) to shade your brighter rose.
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Written August 19th, 2004
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The pleasure is mine – Thanks for calling!(Save a fish – go bucking!) Good saying!
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I came to fulfill a personal obligation of returning the favor of a review. What a delightful surprise you are. Fresh, articulate and an "in-your-face" kind of poet. Even the background intrigued me. It was like going into a building to pay a bill and winning a prize for just walking in! Thanks.
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there is soo much here! It's mind boggling. One of my favorite lines is, "It’s too hard to hold on to the fire and flame,
The passion that sears at the start of the game,". this is really a neat look into your works. write on! -
I was entertained and amused even when it was my nose being tweaked (irregularly metered po... stuff filling most of my pockets), but what I want to thank you for is an acrostic that is actually worth something.
Everybody and their dog have been writing acrostics lately, the most insipid form of verse when done poorly. You elevate yours through the pun, keep the meter which demonstrates craft, and have content and form reinforce each other. 80% of good poetry is doggerel which excedes itself in subtle ways...
Snippets of silica give me great cheer,
they flow just like water
(lodging sand in the gear).
Brian
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Wow! I am with Yem, and yes, these 'snippets' or excerpts are indeed fertile, rife with unique skill, damn you are good, now, this is so unique, and I like unique and oh, there were parts, I especially smiled at and/or, whoaaa, but...this is damned fine, a page from a wordsmith, a poet, a mad genius, a...excerpts from a Brilliant mind full of insights if you look inside, here and there between the lines and I won't pretend to understand each and all, but, am just stunned...your dexterity with language ain't bad either...Oh, what a most amazing page filled with Fascinatingly 'Scralwed Scraping'...wow! Yes!!!
now your sister Saffron, lol, may have had a point, but then I am nuts as can be, but, anyway...wow!
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Snippets (as one person called it) is a good word for this. They're excerpts from your obviously fertile imagination. This shows an excellent use of the language and a definite high level of erudition, which I guess what I'm trying to say is: I liked it.
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Snippets (as one person called it) is a good word for this. They're excerpts from your obviously fertile imagination. This is good, really good.
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Real interesting collection of snippets and snappets. Very good use of words through out. BON
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i loved pure prose or fleeting fashion most but the rest were great too! talented and creative, you deserve the applause guy!
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Really good quote – Sock! I hadn’t heard it – have a round of applause!
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I like the one about faith. It's like this comment Graham Chapman, the Python made, which I will attempt to quote: "There's nothing an agnostic can't do if he doesn't really know if he believes in anything or not."
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wow. you really know how to pull out the big words. this is great. I love your variation of vocabulary. and I like how it's like these little frags that are situations all on their own. great job on this.
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LOL, oh my these are all beauties. I loved each and everyone,but especially the first one. Your rhythm on it just flowed beautifully. Yay-rah...
Awesome writes and thanks for your comment on Cupid's Fury! ~CD
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Thanks Yuse – glad the sun hasn’t fried the grey to brown… It’s a really good idea – I might try to get them published on a Mobius strip – poetry without end – “That will bring us back to DOH! Oh dear, a female DOH!”
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Oh how I love to skip and trip
Along your sandy mobius strips!
Wisdom and humour in such a blend
I'm relieved to know there is no end.
For having read once through your art
I find myself back at the start!
Great stuff Mr S! You tickled my funny bone good and proper.
Kyla XXX
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this is a really great collection of poems. i especially liked the one about goodnews/badnews.
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I love your snippets... they always make me chortle and smile alot.. as your verbose venacular verges on the very thing... I need to read..
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good post Mr S... Sorry it took me a while to catch up but I have old timer's disease
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Is this a collection? If so, it all went very well together- I liked it a lot This was amazing to read, I loved it a lot- fantastically deep with good wording Thanks for commenting on my poem and keep writing, you are amazing
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What a collection of poetry. Now should I need a reference to look up different meathods of drawing the reader or along, n=knotting their tongues hopelessly, or confusing them beyond belief with words that need a definaition
I will come here to have look see 
. You are an astounding writer and it seems no matter what oyu are writing you manage to awe me.
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you made my head all dizzy - I feel like there is a marauding buzzing cacophony of words and a juxtaposition of meaning taking flight in my skull and I fear the swirling will never land or lead me to reason - I might have to ctrl alt delete and take a little rest from this overload - fun but terrifying in the complexity - I am undone (or I might have low sugar levels in this mid afternoon slump and a chocolate would set me right and enable the corellating of your input)
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As ever, I enjoyed leaving my humble worm-cast on the sandy beach of grittiness: as charming as Carroll in parts, never taking itself seriously. Alphabetti Spaghetti I recall was my piss-take of one of your alphabetics, long since washed away like a sandcastle; your portrait of the vile place called Oxford is refreshingly spot-on (A River Crossing for Obtuse Bovines should appear on huge signs as one approaches the A40).
'The plebs will just toy on the beach of knowledge's sea' is a line one might read in a Mensa magazine (shudders) but all was redeemed by the prospect of ending up in prism.
Ok I go now - the animated thing to my left is giving me a migraine.
Thanks again - had fun here.
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wonderfully funny word play. I enjoyed them all, even your witty cut on religion!
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This is quite a collection you have graced us with for our humble perusing. Each verse is a delight to read. I enjoyed each and every line
Dee
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You are just too too clever! I am humble in your presense!
I loved them all but of course i loved your 'A cross stick' best! How could I not?
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