From time to time a poem

Wild Forest Heart

How much they tried to tame you ,my Wild Forest Heart
Born amongst the trees you became unmanageable

I was born from you in a state of complete confusion
You named me your first and fierce daughter

You celebrated my being in tears and cheap whiskey
Drove them away if ever they tried to hurt me

The jealous wept always wallowing in self pity
But you trained me to be me at all times.


I miss you Papa

Being will be attained by him,
who always sees the force in action.

He who finds his happiness within,
His delight within,
And his light within,
This Being attains the bliss of the force
Becomes the Force

Floating

I saw a vision of you and i swirling around each other
like angels without wings in utter amazement weightless
You became the light and i became darkness

In an overwhelming sense of togetherness and joy
nothing could touch us and yet everything could
We barely touched as we floated around each other
in this time in this place we were , connected
I became light and you became darkness

An attempt to bring balance to what we were about,
a slight feeling of sadness came in my heart as i realised
Gravity would get hold of us again and we would fall

Oceans apart again..

He must feel blooded with the spirit of a god
to sit opposite you and listen, and reply,
to your talk, your laughter, your touching,
breath-held silences. But what I feel, sitting here
and watching you, so stops my heart and binds
my tongue that I can't think what I might say
to breach the aureole around you there.
It's as if someone with flint and stone had sparked
a fire that kindled the flesh along my arms
and smothered me in its smoke-blind rush.
Paler than summer grass, it seems
I am already dead, or little short of dying.

Sappho

~Me

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

RUDYARD KIPLING

There is Only the Force

A calm settles in face of the storm.
Hurricane floods emotion.
Tornado rips perception.
The eye of the storm is the true nature.
There is only the Force.

A foot treads further down a road.
Cloaked, discretion a shroud of justice.
The gravel crunches underfoot.
An imprint of synergy to those who will it.
Life births and consumes life.
There is only the Force.

A life experienced, a path wandered.
Ceaseless, always to renew.
The spirit drives.
The body follows.
A guide on the path of serenity.
There is only the Force. ---Kal Sterner

One of my favourites as a child :laugh:

The Painting Lesson

“What’s THAT, dear?” asked the new teacher.
“It’s Mummy,” I replied.
“But mums aren’t green and orange!
You really haven’t TRIED.
You don’t just paint in SPLODGES
You’re old enough to know
You need to THINK before you work…
Now – have another go.”
She helped me draw two arms and legs,
A face with sickly smile,
A rounded body, dark brown hair,
A hat-and in a while,
She stood back
(with her face bright pink):
“That’s SO much better –
Don’t you think?”
But she turned white
At ten to three
When an orange-green blob
Collected me.
“Hi, Mum!”

Trevor Harvey

There is a hole in the world
I glimpse it from the corner of my eye,
Side step so that I dont fall,
Yet it bothers me.
Its red,
You would think it should be black
But it is red...
It bleeds you see,
This hole in the world.
It flows just under the reality we see
And sometimes it breaks through and it makes a hole,
A hole in the world.
Not a fault, not a crack, but a hole,
Sometimes, late at night when everywhere is silent and even the stars are grey,
I think it grows..
But we wont talk about that.
We wont say a word.
Because if its spoken,
If we bring it out to your attention,
Then you might see
And then its more than before,
Two seeing makes it solid
And solid holes can drain a reality.
Dont believe me?
What do you think was before?
And where did it go?
Its there,
Hidden deep within that red hole
That I see from the corner of my eye.
If I close my eyes it shifts
I hear it...
It rustles you see, like dead leaves
I dont like that noise,
Its a silent heaviness that weighs on my soul,
Sometimes it keeps pace with my heartbeat
Sometimes it flows
I cant sleep
For if I dont consciously keep it in mind
Then it seeks to entice my shell to slip inside...
And its red in there
And dark
And so very very deep...
So I watch
From the corner of my eye
And I listen closely
All that is, all that was and all that will be
It flows in that beautiful red.
So I stay watchful
And dont sleep
For without me
It may flow
And the hole
Will be all we are
Its hungry
We are its prey
And it moves
Did I tell you that?
Did I explain?
I cant answer the door anymore
Or talk on the phone..
I have to pay attention
I have to be fully here
So that I see
It moves you see
I dont
And I wait
But the red is enticing
And the depth looks so peaceful
And....
Wait....it moves...and flows....