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
Cleverer
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
- Vision Of Mud
4. my Gurdjeff Pot Poem, ‘Life Is Real Only Then When I Am’
Letterpress print by David Jury
- Visit this past blArt o mine on th’Poetry Library Open Day way back
https://apulhed.wordpress.com/2014/11/17/a-happy-man/
Namaste
apulhed tingling 