HI I LIKE YOUR NORTHERN ATTITUDE, I’M SENDING THREE SHORT POEMS.

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A POEM OF RIGHT AND WRONG

                                                                                                                                       

                                                                                                                                                     'I am obliged to perform in complete darkness

                                                                                                                                                                   operations of great delicacy on myself'

     

                                                                                                                                                John Berryman

 

                                                                                                                                                Is poetry the saviour of life?

 

I know we need something to pull

us from the swamp of neglect.

whether that's an academic one

or a moment us one.

 

poetry is past and future us

like life is fast and furious.

it meets the sound and feel of this day

and drags it into our sentimental soil.

 

Is poetry the saviour of life?

 

tick the box or x it through

but whatever you do make

gold out of this muck.

 

Poetry is the call of life?

written there like a cave painting

on the markings of road, there is

one way to go and there is only

one way to know.

 

It doesn’t matter if it right or wrong

good or evil light or dark in-

love or hate, all that matters is

that this is a poem of hope.

 

CAPABLE

                 negativity 

 

   ‘Not until here and beyond

voices are rendered lasting

                and pure’

                                  Rilke

 

Poetry is what poetry

does, poetry like sun-

shine is free.

 

A POME OF LAST LINES

ARE THESE THE WORDS THAT SET ME FREE?

(long-term memory loss)

 

It feels like I'm deep in a sin-

drome, lost in a Deja-vu

in/out of a virtual reality.

 

A nonbeliever locked-

in a vuja-day, a day that

I can’t remember/forget.

 

I can’t be the only one on this

planet that's fucked-up in

an in/out world.  If this

is a virtual reality I'm back

where I belong, lost

 

in a rhythm before it becomes

a beat, the mid-flow of a metro-

nome striking this moment

to be, my pomes are like

 

an M.C. Escher creation they go

out to lead you in.