Short inspirational poems

THIS ILLUSION

This illusion that we're all HERE
Doesn't tie in with the concept of space and nothingness between atoms,
Not to mention dreams, love, hate and hard work,
Tea at 5 o'clock
And the evening news.

Am I missing something?

THE SEA STIRS SILENT IN A RIPPLE

The sea stirs silent in a ripple
On meddled shore, still dream hung, sun worn, space flung
Broad in full meaning on a distant run,
Ships outdone by a shadowed pall
As they sit like giant ghosts on the horizon.

In the beckoning of our nets shrimps flick dismay invisibly,
Fleet sand sparks leaving clouds of smoke
To tell us that they've gone.

THERE'S THIS MIRACLE

There's this miracle, where :
'Wanted - Peruvian chest of drawers, handles of string'
Will appear above this advert:
'For sale - Peruvian chest of drawers, handles of string'
In a newsagent's window
And I wonder :

Do they ever come back and see their adverts again, these two people,
Or are their signs posted like birds to fly and twine
Before going their separate ways,
As their owners skulk in dark corners
Wondering if anything's ever been seen?

DREAMS

I'd like to magic myself to the moon,
And fly across strange seas -
I'd like to drift to the evening stars
And float on a scented breeze.

I'd like to play in the minds of Man,
In the songs and the dirt and the tears,
And dance to the joys of Woman's life,
In her doubts and her pain and her fears.

I'd like to dream as a child must dream,
Slipping away to the sky,
I'd like to call with the calls of wild things
And fly as the wild things fly.

I'd like to yearn like a Mother,
And mourn each passing day,
And grow with the shoots of the things that grow
And stay where silence must stay.

I'd like to think to my soul's hiding place,
And stand before my God,
And all the strangeness of Life as it's lived
Would be lived by my life as his word.

July 2005

WHAT IS A DREAM?

WHAT IS A DREAM? What is a dream?
A dream is a goal,
An inspiration,
A dream is where Hope lives,
A dream is something to chase when life drags us down,
A dream is a song in the wilderness,
Good flowering from the mud of evil.

That is a dream.

Get yourself a dream,
Touch God and pray
And never, ever let your dream get away.

A dream stands on stone

A dream stands on stone, and cannot be broken,
It dwells in the light, and cannot be sung:
A dream pulls me on , but is not certain -
I am my own dream, which is begun.

A dream forgives, but can't be re-woken;
Betrayed, it leads me on:
A dream is God unspoken,
And when I leave it is undone

8/10/99

A CHILD'S INNOCENCE BEATS THE EYE

A child's innocence beats the eye
And claims (for all its age) a battled cry,
'Give me this moment! Now!
I most empty cannot, will not, shall not lie!
Don't hold me to your truths!
I most free of sadness shall not sigh,
Nor told of no uneven
Decry what is!
I, least mortal of you all, most know how to live!'

So then, child, give me your kiss,
Put your spark in my bright eyes,
Remove the curse of age
And promise me then this:
That when at last I die and you as old as I am now
Feel something missed,
You too shall wrap your arms round childish bliss.

16/11/99

There's a Reach Towards the Heavens

There's a reach towards the heavens
And in the sun within my eyes
A door to greater things
And a distance I must fly.

There's a song upon the moment
When the air and earth are still,
And in the moment of my listening
I touch a greater will.

And as I dream my spirit,
And let my soul soar high,
I'm lost within a purpose
And deaf to earth's dull cry.

And though I barely sense,
And though I barely see,
I know a frightening beauty
Of fierce intensity.

And this is where my heart goes,
This where I must flee -
To a strange and baffling place
Of utter mystery.


2/10/05