old age beckons
Dissipation of the mind
crumbling of the body
simplification of living
shaking of unshaken beliefs
fade to credits…
May 15, 2011
Mind and body crumble
May 11, 2011
We toil
Do not be fooled.
These streets, paved with gold,
glisten with bent back sweat,
dripped and sleeve dried of narrow eyes
that hurt in the salt soaked sunshine
and half moon light.
No riches.
Simple broken ends, hammered by the waves
and buried by the mocking seagull’s cry.
May 10, 2011
Slow train
Slow train, taking it’s time to go nowhere
Empty mind, staring at fields
Don’t care, how long it takes to get going
Life will, still wait for me.
May 8, 2011
A night of deep reflection
That night a lone trumpeter climbed to the top of the castle walls and, facing outwards, sounded the last post. The mood around town was sombre. This was a night to focus the mind. People sat in pubs in their accustomed seats but the usual Saturday night banter was absent.
The notes from the trumpet brought everywhere to a dead silence. Walkers stopped walking, passing cars pulled in and, inside, juke boxes were turned off. As the music faded away everywhere remained still as folk contemplated what lay ahead…
The Blue Square Bet Premier league.
April 27, 2011
In Wray the pigeon is dead, long live the 30Meg symmetrical connection! #twicket
In Wray the pigeon is dead,
Martyred on a loop of fibre,
His old and inefficient ways,
Killed off by Doyle of cyber.
The ways of farmfolk perceived:
Rustic whirr of disaffection,
Dawned now the age of Internet,
Enlightening connection!
Oh city boys this killer,
Was 30 Meg symmetrical,
An epitaph, in words of rhyme
This last post, poetical.
For @cyberdoyle
April 25, 2011
PUSHING BACK THE TIDE – ISLAND DUET
Travelling hopefully
I was buried in the music,
old time stuff,
the same songs,
time again,
too loud,
random wanderings
the red sunset
added a touch of magic
to a seaborne pallet
totally calm
the island silhouette
unfamiliar, exotic
Sunday night and wide awake,
clear of mind, imagination fuelled
Arrived – day 1 – rocks at Peel castle
At the edge of the sea I sat, waiting, with expectations of the tide, almost full in. The soak of the bolder wave did not come.
Lands edge was final. There could be nowhere else, no other place, an ending.
I was completely alone though not companionless. My thoughts ran quiet amusements whilst around me the water swirled and pulsated; timeless beats of an incomprehensible song.
I asked no questions. There were no answers.
April 8, 2011
The Bird Feeder Episode 3
The third in a series of exciting/mildly interesting/relaxing (delete as appropriate) videos showing birds feeding in our back garden. Action at around 4 minutes.
The Bird Feeder Episode 2
The second in a series of relaxing videos showing birds feeding in our back garden. Action at 6 and 14 minutes.
April 7, 2011
The Bird Feeder
Take some time out, relax, and watch the bird feeder. Don’t expect huge activity but patience is rewarded.
April 3, 2011
March 29, 2011
No time – work in progress
No Time
I saw it, yesterday
a romantic, bloodshot, clearview eyeful
was good, strolling comfortably by,
fat bellies in life absorbing tall grass,
careless, laughter filled country lanes;
four seasons of mud, snow, pollen and dust
of footprints and wet feet,
open fires and steaming socks
open windows and breathless nights,
slow passing cow curious days,
of tireless church bells
and life and inevitably death
elusive, in my grasp, but then gone
A dwindling presence reduced to a dribble,
dried up torrent,
it’s here now
no time show time
stop time go time
live for the finger snapping moment
in a high speed shutter blink life time
no room for musty routine,
cobwebs of convention
blow open windows of change
rattle cupboard doors and
spill empty glasses of conformity
but no, time has gone,
I should have quit while I was ahead.
March 26, 2011
footsteps
Footsteps
Large decaff skinny latte please
Thank you
Cchhsshhwooosshh
2 65 please
Thank you
Sound of till opening and coins jangling
2 35 change
Thank you
There you go (hands over drink)
Spoons just at the end of the counter
Sound of footsteps walking out.
March 16, 2011
March 12, 2011
2nd poetical law of thermodynamics
The cosmos will die
A scientific certainty
I will die
The story of humanity
The ultimate question
A constant of futility
Temperature and pressure
Energy and entropy
Poetical expressions
Of irreversibility
March 4, 2011
The abandoned sandy shoe
The abandoned sandy shoe
Tells it’s own story
Though I never learnt
The language of leather
Cast off, lost
Confusing choice with
Carelessness and
Calamity it was
Washed up
Washed out
Wearerless and
Without a partner
The abandoned sandy shoe
inspired by a funkypancake photo