Monday, February 10, 2020

Ambitious Hopes

Ambitious Hopes


If I had a blank page (ooops)
what would I write?
what thought can’t I disclose
that would get-up
another’s nose?

what rainbow of my heart 
(would I Place here)
(begin again)

a quote from Solomon?
of Plato or Socrates?
or perhaps some pointed barb,
in modern garb? (tweet tweet) 
so to elevate my self esteem?

All I ask , a tall order it is,
that some of these words,
writ in black, 
throw down a,
light for others track.

(ambitious hope of an older sapien)



T Poe and Etches 
11th Feb 2019

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gentled illuminating us all



Friday, January 24, 2020

Approach-es



breathe, breathe deep,
pause the walking way,
and lookup,
lookout on all.

how shall we approach, 
the father (in prayer)?
how shall we lay aside? 
structure and the murder of in-learned belief?
the gang of rules?
how shall we come without agenda?
without menu?
without the dictionary of desire?

approach in trust,
step, 
step for a moment outside of this broken world,
step into mystery.

I pray,
silence me, silence me, silence me,
let us listen with the stars themselves,
let's listen with the ocean wave,
watch with the mountains,
for ,
the breath, the presence of ,
the one who loves ,
the one who called,
the one who chose,
now

close to you



Thomas Poe
24/01/2020
before the pestilence descended  :-0
Oxford 


Friday, October 25, 2019

Lament



how long

before?

people see,

people adore,

and return 

to you?


[embrace]


how harsh 

a winter

to realise 

and release

fragility.

reliance.

control.


power

is no longer, 

perhaps it never was,

in 

human 

hands.


[awakened]


oh let us

together,

lament,

we did not

praise you

when

all 

was

joy




Etches Penmen

The White House

Oxford

25/10/2019




Saturday, February 16, 2019

Who thinks?

who thinks time

who controls slowly

who reflects rolls

who hopes over

who changes us

who can see a future one

who can talk by

who speaks bye

who can pass away one


quietly into

another world






Etches and T Poe

16th February 2019

TWH


AFM BD



Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Freudian Slip

Freudian Slip


Double Dip,
The Freudian Slip,
unnoticed by the,
mouth it departs,

sword or humor,
from the heart,
to the ears of hearer,
more than sound impart,

A truth breaking out,
gasping for breath,
released so briefly, 
from psychotic mindlessness.

When your mind rules, 
over you heart,
be on the Listen for Freud’s 
Double Dip Doubts.



T Poe
Oct 2002

How long can we evade and bury our truths?
How long can we deny the voice of our hearts?



Graffeeti

Graffeeti

Cast me out as dust,
But save your name,
Leave me in dark shadow,
That no one speak ill of you,
Forsake me beyond the gate,
That others may not turn away,

Silent will I be,
Say nothing that I knew you,
If that is your wish and will,

But know that I will never,
Know that I shall not,
Know now forever,
That your name is never lost,

Spurn gossip and deny,
My actions did belie,
A truth hid in a lie,
My soul laid down to die,

Around the ragged rock,
The ragged rascal ran,
A ragged rock am I,
Running from I am,

Lieing at the heart, 
A fault line vein of old,
Dividing mind apart ,
Artists expression told.

Thomas Poe
Sydney 
Aug 2003


Thursday, September 17, 2009

Tomorrow (better read slowly)



the Wind has blown out,
the Tide ran away,
the Autumn faded in disarray, 
the Laughter fled the Sense of Sorrow,
it knew would come,
on this the, day, called,
Tomorrow,

hopes all a-smudged in the dust of time,
taken, lost, abandoned, bereft,
words alone now, the others all left,
no gunshot, no victory, no glorious death,
perhaps, just us and an obit for lady macbeth.

we’re stuffed in just a few weeks time,
we’ll close the doors,
we’ll walk away,
we needed money like a horse needs hay,
some will laugh and some will cry,
some will point as we walk by.

but if all thats left is This,
then we can say,
at least we tried to win the day,
we worked we toiled ,
boiling blood and sweat, 
and still we dream of better yet
and still we dream of better yet


Etches Penman
Sep 09
In Iserlohn
an Ancient German town
were hope wears a purple gown
and we dream of better yet.



Hi Poetry People We have moved the blog to a new location, to overcome some limitations of Blogger. www.poeandpenmen.blog Thanks Etienne.