drinking from Mother Nature’s Vine, that ageless gift
from the Divine,
each and all our circles sharing, beyond all concepts
of yours and mine,
for auld lang syne and promise of new, burgeoning
friendships to come,
in Creation’s self-renewing cycles, dormant seeds
buds, fruits and flowers to become,
most of what we had sown and awaited, in warmer
day’s, joyously reaped,
Yule logs for hope’s everlasting fires, giving all
this gate of old and new years, the most communal
and cherished hours,
since man’s earliest times primeval, in these, our
Eden’s wooded bowers!
*This metaphor could also be applied to our worldly societies, politics and economics, as well as our personal selves and lives in general, in these times of needy to clear to clear and overthrow all that is dead and fruitless so as to stimulate the regeneration of a newer and more humane world!
A SUDDEN STILLNESS FALLS (2005)
Non-stop surge of action, everything, it seems, moves
changes, reshapes, constructs, destroys, a flood of
and heaped up queues of messages
until - -a sudden stillness falls
in Sabbath morn or dusk at end of day;
soldiers of fighting weary go away
to bivouac or barracks to sleep, except in Israel-
Palestine where escalating hell
of conflict ever seems to spread and grow
and bitter weeds of renewed miseries sow-
is it then, to us, such a great surprise
that from that war-torn land came our Prince of
with his teaching whereby all violence should cease,
a compassion born of its endless sufferings?
For most of us as chance to rest, unwind
and leave all helter-skelter schedules behind,
as to each other for, for a day, be kind-
a few of us to listen to the Voice of God?
A sudden stillness falls,
the air is clear and still,
the river scarcely stirs
the swords and tools of Will
laid down, with moments for reflection
between our outbursts of activity’s passion
and our desires to achieve
beyond this now in which we live!
Our heart’s pulse beats more steady and slow
enjoying songs of Nature that all round us flow
so to fill our minds with such serenity
in which we know that we can simply BE,
a sacred Sabbath for poetry,
to be from survival pressures free,
to fly as light as birds into the sky
bathed in a Light of beauty from on high!
Be Still And Know That I am God
Are Immortality and infinite Eternity
like a windless sky, on a still cloudless day,
in mid-Summer or in mid-winter,
where only our consciousnesses drift and stare
like silhouettes of bird’s wings, for motion alone
Give it the human touch. Forget yourself and love the world
Thus only God can come
To minister to his ailing realm,
To heal the blind and dumb.
The world stands hungry at your door,
You have the bread to bring.
Take and give it with all your soul.
And, then the lyre will sing.”
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Byron- The Portrait And The Mask.
Looking at you looking at us,
looking sulky, posing;
who’d guess the fun in your letters,
believe how you wrote your journals?
You, who played the “famous poet”,
bad, mad, mysterious,
harboured kind, considerate thoughts,
modern and robust ideas,
made lasting friendships.
You were vibrant and amusing.
Looking at you looking at us,
posing so sulkily –
who’d know the good chap that you were –
fun to be with – good company!
Looking at you acting so lordly
Who could guess the witty, earthy
side of you – coarse as this mask!
A coarse pottery mask in which Byron attended the Venetian Carnival is on display at the Keats Shelley Memorial House,on the Spanish Steps, Rome. There was a picture of this mask in The Times; it is very different to the aristocratic portraits!
but i never see the same clouds.
Day is now night and how bright that moon is.
Not full, just like a eye.
The all seeing eye.
If it turned and looked it would see straight into my heart if i let it.
Only good men die on nights like this.
blanketed by dreams
the journey for you my friend
Marc Carver Email: email@example.com TIME FOR LOVE
Time may come and time may go, but love goes on
Some there are who sometimes say, I haven’t time for
Surprised they are when I do say – that love has time
The Earth and all that therein lives,
has love to give abundantly. The greatest pleasure is to wander in the woodlands
and the moor,
or rest awhile on wild sea strand,
feeling the wind’s cleansing caress - - -
what better way to spend the day,
letting Nature breathe you, hold you, feed you. If you feel too down, then don’t despair,
walk out the door holding your hand of intuition
to guide you where you need to go - -
have trust this healing hand will take you
to the gardens, park, the lake or sea. Very well you City dwellers say,
I haven’t time to wander out this day - - -
My job, my kids are first priority,
Perhaps when time allows I’ll take your tip
and make a trip to Nature land,
escape the claustrophobic hand. Is this all there is I wonder sitting here?
Why cannot the country come to me?
There’s always super wildlife films to see
here at home on my T.V.
so why to suffer stress of wind and rain,
when all one needs to do is dream. “Life and The Sea”
In the Beginning the Sea held all life over the Earth.
A dense grey cloak of clouds hovered above the ocean - - -many millennia passed, until, one cataclysmic day as great storm gathered immense electrical energies - - And the sea rose up in a glittering pillar of emerald vortex!
So at last the Sun could penetrate the cloak and shine benignly on the sea, and passed a magic wand over her face, starting the latent life within to stir - -
Many thousands of years did follow, when the first fishes swarmed the depths, and much later still the restless mammals learnt to thrust themselves above the waves, savouring the intense joy of dynamic life.
But the evolutionary sceptics will say that oceans only formed from stinking swamps, where dinosaurs stalked in armoured splendour. An yet this wondering poet asked: “But how did water form in the earliest years of this miraculous Planet’s life?
Was this some accidental marriage of free hydrogen with wayward oxygen?” Many a clever geoscientist has mused on such fundamental questions and reached some rational solutions.
And yet, its left to me to muse upon these Universal enigmas - -How, dear God did life begin on this so beautiful Planet Earth?
What can I do but cast these questions out to you - -
Please send your thoughts to me by text on 07581-558872 and add your name. Many blessings to you and thanks for listening to me and my friendly poets & musicians to whom I’m always grateful.
As broadcast on the 26th June 2017 on Sound Radio at 102.5 FM
What is the fastest way to travel on Earth?
We may not use it, but we humans can fly to distant
Within the power of our minds and our imaginations. You may ask, how can I travel to places never seen?
If you remember even the smallest part of any dream,
it’s sure to find you or others in a strange scene,
a distant land you’re sure you’ve never been. We restless human souls that are for ever curious,
will always long to visit strange exciting places, way
beyond the far horizons - - -
surely one of the greatest gifts to humanity is that of
beyond the confines of the brain, outside its usual
Even the mindful mind can sometimes feel frustrated,
too imprisoned in the confines of its own routines,
it longs to travel into spaces or the places never seen-
although the ways and means are there by ship or
train or plane,
there are restraints like cash that may too often make
us stay at home and dream.
The possibilities of travel can be ultimately endless – How did Holst conceive his sonic journeys into
long before those powerful rockets made the early
He surely had the gift to free the rich imagination of
To explore those places well beyond the reach of
While visiting St Petersburg, I met a Russian
who claimed he has discovered & practised psycho-
energetic ways to deflect rockets or torpedoes- -
hearing this, the Russian Navy invited him to do some
and when these proved successful, they employed him
to join a nuclear submarine as part of the torpedo defence crew.
He calls this the science of Psychotronics, and there is now a Psychotronics Organisation for research, practise and collaboration.
THE TRAVELLING MIND
Why travel friend when you can go there in your
For there you’ll surely find the strangest lands,
Mountains or islands, hardly visited by Man.
Make friends dear heart, with your Imagination,
And there you’ll see the people and the places,
You cannot find in travel books. Lay down upon the quiet greensward
Relax into the Natural Mind
And soon you’ll let the spirits guide you
through to their most finely coloured world
of luminous green or amber caves,
with pools reflecting gold or indigo light. One flag I hoist above all others on this day,
that shows a golden circle edged in blue
what means this sign you say?
Quite simply, travel round the circle of your mind
to visit places way beyond the speed of light,
slow down the body, while the mind moves to infinite
Mind fuelled by consciousness can travel instantly
into the life born planets of some distant galaxy,
where beings have long since learnt the wisdom
of slowing down the body,
and swimming in a sea of consciousness.
16 Whiteley Avenue, Totnes, Devon TQ9 5PQ
Driving me crazy
It's the piles that grow under tables and chairs
and next to the bed, mostly books to be sure.
He hangs up his clothes but his shoes seem to linger