Am I wrestling the world?
or am I wrestling only myself?
can I break the law?
or only break myself upon it?
I have a sense,
I should have purpose,
but my purpose is like a twinkling mist dancing at my fingertips,
not for grasping,
only for following,
without a single promise.
Who laid these expectations on my neck?
Who shackled me behind life's oxen?
I look over my shoulder hoping for rescue,
and wishing at the mountains.
8th August 2017
TWH
Thomas Poe
I love you AFM
a thought lost,
in the bracken of my soul,
Weep
little Child,
the one you love is taken.
but for this thought,
cry with pain,
cry with humanity broken,
cry in utter empty desperation,
‘have I not....’
‘did you not know....’
cry revealing,
a slice, a glimpse, a droplet,
of the true quantum particle,
that 'elusive emotion',
that red shift revealing pattern and,
a thought hidden from the eye,
is it prides’ gravitational pull?
or does my soul know?
the dangerous thought,
he cares
28/11/2010
Sydney
T Poe
just around the corner in this crowded city lies a thought hidden
a fact of love hidden and elusive the suited crowds walk by hardling
lifting thier heads not thinking to just take a peek around the corner
where this thought lies in wait
As the evening draws in,
I stand with my back towards,
the waning sun,
and my shadow grows long,
Covering all that I have been given,
All those I have known.
Is it a spirit of darkest foreboding?
or a gentle presence touching those I love?
I wonder what will remain,
When the sun goes down?
I wonder.
What will survive in the dark of this night?
When the frost and cold,
and the thief and vermin,
come without care to call,
and take a prize.
as the evening draws in,
I wonder what will remain come morning?
T Poe
May 2005
(Counterpoised with this)
The truth will set you free.
Truth the white,
Truth the light,
Truth that spring of pure water,
Freed not by privilege but, in hope.
This Truth heard lives in the heart,
and Truth in the heart.
Divides the dark,
Darkness gone means,
There is light,
a Light to the way,
To live a life,
Life in the full,
Fully alive,
now there is truth.
T Poe
May 2005
Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again,, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”
He is truth and life.
Where can I buy this truth? how I want for instant effortless satisfaction
Can it be seen, can it be known? Can I touch and feel it whe I am alone?
Will I know it when I see it? Will it fade away?
Truth in the soul brings peace and
Truth in the mind Guides theGuides the hand
in What Small places does man dwell ?
in His Mind?
in His heart? or just,
a small room in which to write?
a noble house or home?
or with yard and gate? the nobles' estate?
in village or town?
in grand county or state?
to move.
a yellow bike?
a green bus?,
a hybrid car?
tho in and through all,
just a few precious feet of space is filled.
By what?
Gods incarnate,
powers of Merlin or,
mere lily-of the field?
existence
hope desires wishes wants,
are these small spaces to build or to war?
to fight and save?
or curse and destroy?
oh the depth of my soul ,
does not know,
The limitations of this,
body and being.
reach out to eternity? and beyond?
or perhaps a journey inwards
pause and reflect
discover a universe from this very chair
Seek ye the destination of,
three words,
alone in the air,
flying from lip to h'ear,
I risk myself,
by committing this treachery,
fleeing from this me in me here,
alone standing by,
on the brink of decision,
fearing the fall now commenced,
flying or fading my spirit may know,
only two options,
dark or aglow,
I need help
I need help
I need help.
Etches
Sept 2011
Oxford Corner
Poetry
Words creating worlds of hope,
Unseen until the gentle touch,
of thoughts wind from I to eye,
Then set ablaze in reality and hope
A vision, a song, a heart.
I write to bring a smile,
Words to divide a heart and mind,
Words that become minds music,
Words speaking of victory,
Words of quest and con quested thoughts,
I write to bring a tear,
Words that reach into the past,
Shining forgiveness and healing rays,
Reflecting on past days and deeds,
Releasing their pain saving souls freed.
I write to bring ,
Not take, or steal or sell,
a life stream always there,
always new replenishing fresh,
The words taken in, become your flesh
T Poe
October 3, 2002
Words
Words smile and cry
Words they laugh and smirk
Words may dance and sing
But words love work
Their work to bring
Carrying loft, base and mundane
Driving taxi cab insane
Babble and cry, accented why
to rescue and save
Ee’n darkest of knave
then condemn justly and die
Disappearing into dust
forever lost.
Grace
how does it feel?
a bruised reed he will not break,
but still the reed is bent.
eden has not returned,
the snow still softly falls,
the rains they pour or not at all.
he bends and draws in the sand,
accusers right and wrong depart,
he does not condemn,
yet still the act was done,
he moves the judgement from east to west,
surely we too must move on,
but in no direction can we escape ourselves,
who is it that speaks?
of which voice,
will of you take heed?
Thomas and Etches
28th January 2010
From Shakespeare
“Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life..”
From the dictionary
“..(in Christian belief) the free and unmerited favour of God, also
• a divinely given talent or blessing : the graces of the Holy Spirit.
• the condition or fact of being favoured by someone””
