THAT HESSE MOMENT
me and Antony
both looking gormless
he blinks first
but then we
just stand still
and look at the sky
***
Gradually and without effort the eye trains itself to transmit many small delights.
Hermann Hesse
THE SAUSAGES SILLY!
if you should meet
a one-eyed Spanish octopus
walking down the street
no shoes on his feet
carrying a broken
pair of spectacles with
one lens missing
then shake him
by the hand/s
tell him not to
forget
the sausages
MEET THE EDITORS
Jan and DΓ³nall
the cutest cookie peoples
that one could possibly meet
www.dempseyandwindle.com
inside every hairy Irish poet
there's a rather large golden man
desperately trying to get out
sticks
for fire
for food
snow leaves and leaving
leaves the park
more beautiful in its leaving
Jantar Mantar
measuring sun and time
with studied stone
and we beings
of flesh and blood
walk through a universe
nailed down
to this day
in Jaipur
***
Jantar Mantar an assembly of stone-built astronomical instruments, designed to be used with the naked eye.
yellow concrete field
against the bluest sky
the game's afoot
match played
by Valetta harbour
fish cheer the boys on
before the final score
we have to take the boat
to the Sliema side
drop in on
The Blakes
they love the flowers
ON READING ONESELF TO ONE'S SELF
Cork storm is raging
I pay her no mind
I step back inside my self
***
Cork blown away by Storm Imogen. My throat is swollen and I can't speak...alas words fail me. This is merely the hotel bedroom and me notebook.
THE LITTLE GREEN REPTILE MONEY GOD
this little reptile
snatched my card from my hand and
spat out money
AMATEUR DRAMATICS
between the acts
the real life
drama occurs
Claudius and Laertes
are as( rumour has it )
"...having it off..."
Hamlet is indeed in love with
his mummy but his mummy
doesn't want to know
the play's the thing wherein
we catch the private lives of
these living human beings
blow away dandelion's sleepy head
church bells translate the silence
into 6 of the clock
***
In the Warwickshire vernacular of the time; golden lads was the local name for dandelions, and chimney sweepers was the term for the dandelion when it is ready to spread its seeds.
LOVE UNFURLED
"and his banner
over me
was love"
the wrap
transforming itself
into a bird
caught just before
it took to
the skies
.
Grenadian barber
with only a razor blade
plying his trade
***
These two lovely guys were such a pleasure to be with....their company a real delight. We were walking up a road when the guy hearing my accent shouted out "Hey Irish...ya wanna haircut!!"
a leaf-fish
swims through pavement seas
caught by a camera click
****
Walking wearily up the hill with heavy shopping in icy cold and just about to take the next slow step when..I almost trod on this little fellow as he swam and swam to get out of reach of the falling footstep.
red fort
the sun
plays with its shadows
***
Jaigarh Fort is situated on the promontory called the Cheel ka Teela (Hill of Eagles) of the Aravalli range; it overlooks the Amer Fort and the Maota Lake, near Amer in Jaipur, Rajasthan.
FUKAKU AI SURI(TO LOVE TENDERLY DEEPLY)
(IN MEMORY OF MY MOTHER ITA DEMPSEY)
I sing you
Autumn Leaves
in Japanese
your dying smile
"You were always such
a big auld romantic ejeet!"
this
always my amulet
the feel of your hand in mine
drunk on words
I stagger back
into reality
***
youtu.be/BC7qXZHoG88?...
GO GENTLE
my father is dying
I stop at the airport church
prepared to pray
despite my unbelief
raise my hands and eyes
to a cloudy Heaven
but Heaven is not
prepared to hear
this prodigal son
"Go gentle...." I tell him
stroke his dear face
". . .leave this suffering behind."
Such a delight to be back reading @The_PBS
. Great talk on Michelangelo by Robert...so informative and entertaining. The bookshop of all bookshops. A joy to be in and a joy to read there. It may be the Dead Poets night but we all joined hands and contacted the living!
youtu.be/-t18cLLaxmg?...
Neptune on a day visit
to our planet manages to
get stuck in a tunnel
WOKE UP IT WAS A CORNISH MORNING
morning
paints itself
onto my eyes
"And when I die..?"
the angel promises me: "You...
"...will become nothing but pure colour!"
I pray only
to the God
of this
poem
for free passage
from word to word
as I journey
through the vast space
between thought
& thought
speak to the sound
trying to translate
syllable by syllable
what the moment
is saying
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Nativity stone in Italian church
"it's a little girl!"
angels and sheep proclaim joyously
GOING OUT THROUGH THE INN DOOR
see my life
dwindling as I
approach the Exit door
"Ahhh howya!"
smiles Death
"Nice to meet ya!"
MAKES COUNTLESS THOUSANDS MOURN
alas us humans
are not very human
man's inhumanity
the Berlin Wall
tries to teach us
its lesson...we never listen
