Spring Love

I gave My Love the Summer's Day
the Autumn Moon 
the Winter's Night
yet never was she happier 
than when she drank of Spring 

My Love I gave the precious Dill
the fragrant Campernelle Jonquil
yet still he yearned for that he knew that only Spring could bring.

Gave to My Love the aqua sea
warm golden sands
the sway of peace
but Spring thereof implored My Love to want no other thing.

Of time and place My Love I gave 
and all to see
and there My Love 
in toil and deed
in birth and death 
in want and need
rejoiced for liberation 
from that Spring
to which in adulation
oft My Love
would cling.

If It's Poetry

If it's poetry I should feel it,
not have to wait for you to reveal it.

You can't waggle your finger and say you're dancing.
You don't purse your lips then say you're kissing.
Run to catch a bus and call that sprinting?
If that's correct please tell me what I'm missing.

If it's poetry it needs motion.
To understand it we shouldn't need a magic potion.

You can't say "I'm awake" if you're sleeping,
Or steal from a high street store and call that 'shopping'.
You couldn't strip to your socks and call that naked.
If that's the deal we'd best kneel down and pray kid.

Maybe it's because I love poetry in motion more than I really love poetry itself?
Watching you breathing keeps me believing;
so much of you that I see in myself.

Drawn to the motion and movement of poetry like that which you see as a heron takes flight.
A gazelle as it glides on its hooves cross the land.
See if that isn't poetry I don't understand.

Arrested Development

Front door slam.


Silent intermission.

Cyan do nuttin drastic.
Life don't bend like plastic
cos when life bend it cyan ben' back.

A letter arrive.
Two hours before.

'If yu a read dis
yu alive.'

Life sometimes put yu inna strange position.
Yu don't always choose your opposition.
And seeing as rent haffi pay
and yu cyan jus' live day to day,
seems like
yu have to do certain tings yu own way.

An mi never really check fi gun as a yout
cos that is what you call Brute
An dem time deh
I could not endorse.

Di clock cyan stop tic.
Cyan get a perfect silence.
Between each second
di sound of chaos
enough to fill up your imagination.
Yu know like when yu feel like yu head waan buss?
A dat a fill up di room.

'From yu a read dis
yu ave a chance.'

So I hol' like a ninja stance
inna di shadows
no stumble
nah tremble.
Inna di darkness
where only certain walks of life
can truly
like is desso
dem belong.

'Dem a come fi yu. Yu betta know dat.
All yesterdeh, even den
yu get a near miss
an yu never even know it.'

I would raada have a friend
be a friend
than a enemy.

But business and friendship
Dem is like two stranger.
Cyan get to know dem one anedda
And when dem inna di same room
dem quick fi fall out.

Next ting,
I hear a voice.