Land of the Smoking Fire

Peace Poem - Land of the Smoking Fire

At certain times of the year, mostly in times of battle,
two dry sticks rubbed together light the ancient pipe,
since this year’s suffering has nearly swept the board.
For even as peace burns all tribes are affected by war.

As smoke trails round, poetry turns my body full circle
onto dropped knees, until the door of my heart, sacred
shrine for the Creator, opens. The holy traveller enters,
seeking sanctuary and shelter for the light of the world.

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Run the Symphony Backwards

Run the Symphony Backwards

When I am ninety-two
they take me from my bed.
Dressed in my floral nightie,
I am more than ready to return.
Somewhere in the distance
I hear a blast of music,
as the song gathers itself.
It’s been on repeat this past week.

All silver and shining,
I wake to put pen to paper.
Still writing down dreams,
loving these croning years.
At 70 years of age
I give up work on my birthday,
to hold my partners hand
and dance around supermarkets.

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Love in the Caves

Love in the Caves

Chained until thirty three,
I was a jailbird of the cave.
Where madness and echoes
embraced the ruling darkness.
My dead eyes locked only
onto the lifeless wall ahead,
where deceiving shadows
soon became my false reality.

The seething fire behind me
knew nothing of friendship.
Nor I, until I scurried away
by posting words of protest
to each reviled, hated brick
of that shadowy ivory tower.
The one that separated me
from sun, moon and stars.

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Timeless Stardust

Timeless Stardust

“When they ask me what I liked best,
I’ll tell them it was you.”
~ City of Angels ~

Draw a star around us my love,
on this day of cherish where a year ago,
deep from a dream,
you washed me clean with vows of love.
Drink full my passion, quench each
word I wrap for you here in stardust.

Glittering, sparkling drops of dust,
which shine like a thousand suns
into my never-ending desire for you.
Let the arrow of love strike
at the heart of us,
as we walk this world back to Love.

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The Family Tree

The Family Tree

In the beginning there was a tree
where all children begin,
for the Tree of Life bears all mothers.
Each soul created, then pollinated,
becomes a budding artist
of original interior design.
The varieties there are endless
but a tree is a tree is a tree.

Families often abandon bad fruit,
the different-than-us fruit,
and fruit often drops far from the tree.
Never quite believing itself to have been
a part of the same branch,
where the blossom in the bud decayed.
To fall was my only escape
but a tree is a tree is a tree.

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Walking with the Wind

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Over the stile
and into the meadow
the summer breeze drifts.
As the two women,
walking with the wind,
wrap themselves up into
a landscape of soft, sea green
and a river that winds itself around.
Not the rocky mountain path
taken earlier that July,
the one that took them upwards
forwards, towards the sun.
No here, on the glorious South Downs,
where the breeze can be seen swirling
through many a twisted path,
brushing each poppy head
along the edge of golden lines,
into a green splendour that
unfolds down beacon and vale.
Into a rhythm of walking,
into a rhythm of soul,
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In Full Flower

In Full Flower

Last night I dreamt I was a running stream with tumbling water
falling from my lips, and you, you were the hidden flower, a
compacted centrefold pressed deep inside my book of
hours, where an ancient summer burned and
petals scattered themselves, like soft
scented leaves, soaked in the
light of love that floated
across each page of
our everlasting
verse, this
much I know:
everything
leads to
You

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Are You Sure You’re Pressing the Right “Like” Button?

Are you sure you're pressing the right Like Buttons?
The External “Like” Button

This article is on the subject of the Like Button or whatever you like to call it button … you know the one! Whether you’re having a love or hate affair with it, or both, it seems that this button is here to stay. I’m going to begin with considering the external LB (Like Button) the one we encounter on WordPress, social media and in our daily lives too. Later I’ll explore the internal LB, the one that enables us to make our own decisions and validate ourselves. The curious case of two buttons, which one of these are you pressing? Let me start by sharing that I don’t have a LB on my blog ‘The Liberated Sheep’ for reasons that will become clear by the end of this post. Although, I’ve noticed I still get likes due to the wordpress.com reader, which I have no idea how to switch off!

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