a Poetry day fer me too

I write some poyms

As a artis I write some poyms

Some of ‘em are off the cuff

A little bit rough (that’s ruff)

Around th’edges

Burri don’t mek no pledges

Nor hide behind hedges shouting about em


No am not pledged to any schools of art

Am just a bloke what writes

In fact

Am just a fella what creates em and

They cum in many colours Oops

In many forms they comes abart


Some on em are short and

Not so sweet

About my everyday life

And some are much more


Than that


I write about historic tings

Like the heroes I have

Or great names in history who we never heard of much

Cos the text books do not know them as such

But I tinks they shud have some say

In what I calls my poetray


Some of ma poems are real clever

Like those shaped in pots

And the ones I did using snaps I took

Of words on the walls

And in books and tings

On my way ome from the poetry library


So this blog by this poet wallah

On national poetry day is a show-case

Fer sum of ma werks in words and

Other forms of poems

Taken from my life and all the

Experiences what I have done.


2. Don’t Give Up, Things Get Better One Day


The fourteenth Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso,

Bodhisattva of Compassion, Ocean of Wisdom, Refugee

Exiled from his home Land in Tibet he had to flee

Escaping into the charitable arms of neighbouring India


Do unto others as you would have others do unto thee


Meditate on the clear Light of the Void

And everlasting undemanding love

Om ha vajra hung

Padma guru siddi hum


Truth and justice and human understanding

Will triumph in the end

Over Ignorance and despair

When the oppressor finally sees the light


Everything is always changing

We are interdependent and need one another every which way

Nothing stays the same forever

And in the end, all Empires eventually fade away


You must Never give up

Things will get better one day

Things are getting better in every way

If you follow the path with your heart


See the Wu Li Masters prancing

Just little lights moving and dancing.

All of us merely bundles of energy

Tripping and skipping along the merry way


  1. Vision Of Mud


4. my Gurdjeff Pot Poem, ‘Life Is Real Only Then When I Am’


Letterpress print by David Jury


  1. Visit this past blArt o mine on th’Poetry Library Open Day way back





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