My Picture: Gogol Street, Harbin, China – Taken this evening
The star is still shining
waiting in silence for the dawn.
Before, a night of solitude
so unsleeping….
A faint light as stillness descends.
Awake in Harbin
Love Poems
Thoughts in a silent cafe
My Pictures: Taken today.
Sometimes it is difficult to straighten
my saddened thoughts.
I make my bed, drink some coffee
and catch up on the world.
But it is not always enough.
I muddle through the day
swimming upwards, backwards
and from time-to time
finding moments to write
and see things differently.
On occasions I read Bukowski,
then I realize that things could be worse.
So I read Dickinson,
to find a tangible mind and spirit.
In the end, my thinking
always seems to end up in another room.
A landscape of the spirit,
blue sky and thinking open mind.
Pain Diagnosed
My picture: A grey day in Xinxiang
After the pain….
drop by for coffee
…..a mind of evolving language
that gives me comfort.
A future frays like a cut wound
…. but at least today
the pain splutters out.
And my words are open.
Unseen Songs
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Wandering in a bookshop in Xinxiang,
I came across an Underwood 310 typewriter,
an Olivetti by another name.
It was not in good shape….
probably taken too many victims.
A young woman gave me a book about
the sex life of Andy Warhol.
‘You might find this interesting”
I thought this was a strange combination
of histories mingling….
In a moment of lighthouse flashes,
I felt a warm familiar breeze….
a self-moment of age.
There and then
I wanted to love someone.
Until death comes to visit me again,
the wind that brought me here still goes on.
Even the darkness has hope
My Pictures: More treatment today on my shoulder …..
The sorrow pain agony,
still continues.
It is never satisfied.
Coughing here and there
on the Xinxiang streets.
Yet I can still see,
the sun streaks that kissed your hair.
And the daily love dance,
broken, but now stronger.
Reborn with death together,
where hope had seemed left behind.
Now each drop of ink,
preserves a love lost in time.
‘Tuku’ died today
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Oliver Mtukudzi died today.
My friend said
“So what….many singers die, it’s inevitable”
But I have a lingering mind…
Long before the shadows came,
and love was stolen from us.
We would listen to his music
and rainbows stood in a moment.
Oliver Mtukudzi died today…..
To the tune of life
My picture: Poster on the wall of No 3 Hospital, Xinxiang, China.
How long is lifelong?
Years of tender colours,
taken away in a moment.
Once a life was so flat,
so bitter and cold.
But love and lust
never eluded me.
A year’s gone…
but moments are offered
up in song.
Dredged each day
from toil in the fine dust.
Yet… there are times
away from the crowd, when
the flowers fall fast in the hard rain.
Then I think of you.
To remain inside
My Picture: I had acupuncture on my left shoulder today…to many years playing rugby…the Doctor said…….
I used to hide
around the shadows of the night.
Pain like a rose thorn…..
beautiful yet
prick sticks the tender…..
a constant companion.
Ice cold tears,
silent and tempted by voyages.
Then the sun came forth,
a work of art and words without sight
flowed and gave me a ride to a dreamscape.
Faith beauty floated above a Chinese sky.
Poems in high clouds and vintage bones,
there was nothing that I could not see
that was not a flower.
Pure like a sweet child’s heart
……I would sooner have the sun
February 4th, 1989.
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the only girl I ever loved
a star bubble beautiful
Now I count the stars.
Another body count
My Picture: A place to walk: Xinxiang Medical University.
A Wandering Poet 