My name is Tony Topping, the Creative Director on behalf of Ian The Warrior of Poetry. Ian has been quite unwell hence
the break in postings of Poetry. What began in about 2007 was an idea due to a chance meeting outside a cafe in my local town
where I met Ian after not seeing him for a number of years.
He said he had a few poems could I perhaps type them for him and do a website.
Years later this has expanded into a poetic archive like no other. Snowballing into this great archive we see now.
Despite Ian being poorly we are still working on the site and still doing the poems. Which I am sure is great news,
there is no way this site would be taken off line due to the years of work involved.
While Ian is recovering he wrote this poem for his visitors to the site,
I have no doubt he will write a book about this ordeal.
I collapsed, deaths door could have appeared and on that fateful day for a minute god had deserted me. Yet I found he was with me. All creativity lost, they discovered I was unwell. They placed me back in a cage and I roared like a lion. My mind a sea of delusions and thoughts, yet I am saved and yet there is light for by the grace of god a poet am I and prose and words flow like water again. For my destiny is to write and come what may I am pleased god had blessed me on that day.
Oh mother of the nation thy voice does last forever through all parts of this world, you are not a vision for thou art real as the sun in the morning. Radiant for as long as you are here, God bequeathed you to be amongst us for the duration of your life and your love of duty never lets us down. Smile on forever your majesty for you are real and the nation loves you.
Did you know the Auras have a code of practice I walk along it seems unfriendly, the Aura it bothers me? So I wonder why, face after face passes me place after place a scowl of disapproval so this is the world now. So how do I survive I was told a way by an unknown master I cannot reveal he said “my son doesn’t look, keep walking, keep straight, and don’t pick up or take in the Aura of others and you will be fine and yes you will heal transmit your blessing to all who pass you, and you will be blessed.
The Breed
This is the year, the breed, the beards, the muscles all over the place the hypermasculine, expand and steroid terror moves in disturbed minds raging through violent England. Women are now like men and more than nasty. Peace is now a period of a dispute the resolution often death, when the beards are shaved off the peace will once again come and change will arrive. Pass me the jungle juice I am on the weights, oh did I not tell you I am one of them.
I Am A Spirit
I’m a spirit on day release, I thought I’d tell you this. I’ll tap you on the shoulder to let you know. I’ll squeeze your wrist I’ll touch your brow I’ll turn a cloud to blow on your cheek, I’ll stay awhile and then kiss your cheek to tell you I love you and then I will go followed by the most haunting wind you’ve ever heard. Whoosh it is I, there and gone. Yet strangely here trapped in my world and yours.
The Harvest
The harvest will come I know of that, the dictators are surrounded now their days are done, trust me. I know of this, the evil will break, the evil will drown, and an echo of laughter and happiness will be heard around the world. The vibration will be long until the bad has gone trust me I know. A day like never before will dawn the sun is for everyone love will be felt everywhere, my ears are different and soon you’ll know why soon you will know because I know that change will be forever.
Distorted
Were we ever our brother’s keeper look at us now tightly packed but with all the space in the world, no it’s territorial the mind of distorted humans going higher, or is it down and down to Hades. Seems like control but it is high and you might fall man is not a bird. Where are the minds when your garden is dead but a long way down, where there is no sense, there is no feeling and all that followed is nowhere fighting and killing government is down am I really my brother’s keeper too busy fighting to survive? God is on the back burner ready to explode now that’s atomic.
Please enjoy our epic bumper posting of poems from the Warrior of Poetry legend in his own lunch hour.
When Words
When words are not enough the silence will do, who started this control business I ask, as much noise now. Bad things happen in the terra confusion, the accent on control. But it’s safe, it stays in my dark book of life I have visions and it comes out, the truth that is. That we are nothing and the plethora of words has made it all worse. I know those on earth that talk with a glance only so words are not wasted you saw them in the pub you know. They are not human.
I Rose High
I rose upon high to shake the clouds, I shook them a lot. I started another great flood, the waters rose the people panicked this was larger than war for this was change. Who am I for I am the great initiator no longer in the shadows my work is before you? I need not write for you can see well enough that revenge upon the bad deeds of an unknowing feckless man was his undoing, a smooth undulating surface was all that was left upon the earth and now for whoever can hear is the last living planet alas now gone was anyone saved I know not, but there are some faint voices including my own echoing across time.
Oh & The Last Sandwich.
Oh, when I was young there were places I was told never to go one was down a narrow track to where a large family lives, an isolated family from Eastern Europe. I recall settling after World War Two. There were many members of this family, I’d made my way to see my friend named Johnny I was not best dressed but that didn’t matter I needed a friend. Strong aromas emanated further down the track where the family rented a dilapidated old cottage owned by a feudal landlord, my friend asked me would I like a cheese sandwich the fool as I was and the horrible voice of my vain social-climbing mother was heard in my head, “oh don’t mix with those down the lane they are rough.” She would say, an idiot and nieve were I I then realized I had eaten the last cheese sandwich, it was an issue, I lost a friend and for the rest of my life, I remember Johnny and I wonder what happened to him. My hand had grabbed but did not ask, for that last sandwich, that was taboo, that was too much for Johnny.
L.O.V.E
L.O.V.E Love. Orbit Validation Entity all around us, it abounds, it is discreet but so much needed, we are searching but can anyone find the genuine hand to lead us to the divine light that all should bath in. Till saturated and absorbed to learn of divinity within gentle light,
In The Darkest Places
In the darkest places, summertime runs in your head, running in abandon, upon meadow after meadow jumping broken five bar gates along the way. Birdsong forever and trees tuned to the breeze this is all when we are down and worried. Let the sunrise, let us all heal and live with greater love in our troubled minds. When all around you is gone do not give your jewel away it is your passport to your next live stream and cosmic intelligence lodged within your mind and when the world ends you can bring it to the forefront of your mind, bring yourself to the gates of heaven it is your greatest earthly defence system it is the shining glory, it is your Pineal gland, your transfer to the eternal triumph.
The Dawn
The dawn of mind emanation control a world where speech is an irrelevance but a glance it will be and that is all the eyes of people will talk silence, all emotions will be dimmed to merely function all will be all the art of conversation will be gone totalitarian control is all, the plantings had begun.
The time it is limited we’ve saturated earth and used her bounty. The belief for the human to conquer that is now an absurdity, as nature takes over a deserted once human-occupied dwelling that is real invasive power, we breed without thought and we are all rivals. Tomorrow all will have to look up to it is the only chance there will be an opening above a giant portal a giant craft will descend surrounded in white energy the true day begins and by the end of an earth day only the gentlest of peacemakers were left and the earth would rest for a million years.
The Happy Reset
The happy reset it had to be, we couldn’t go on as unhappy we see no talking, no laughter, we should start with a smile then we should expand to banter and onwards. Forget the demonic appearance and regain clarity of innocence we may not like one another but spare just one day and try.
Before The Doves Fly
I would like to share some hope if Anyone can find some before the doves fly on their holy mission for peace. I think there are two of them in immaculate white. You will know of them as the shining white light that surrounds them is beyond me, and so it is meant to be. We retire behind this so we can observe the work of the white doves sent by the almighty. we never know if we cannot create peace for at least an eternity that of course is our wish, so shall it be as the wings flap and never falter till divinity is done.
Hows Your Cloud
How’s your cloud can I come over I need to get away on this day I’m weightless now I’m coming to visit you, I knew you would be there hidden from all in temporary heaven where some will wait. I look up at this moment a very white cloud is parting. I feel clean for this is pure, upon a cloud is where I found you and no-one has forgotten you, “hello gran.” say I, we are floating in heaven upon the clouds. peace, peace at last.
I Don’t Know
The thing with many minds you’ll never know how it’s fashioned I don’t know it commands under the winds of divine influence it knows not of you of evil well it’s stirring the billions as we were products of the will our time on earth is a finite matter we suffer not many are free to be we are told we are the creations of a God but that story is running thin.
The Room
The room eerily puzzling held great promise for those hoping for a cure firstly the scent, then serenity far away from any Madding Crowd the touch was rewarding, the touch vibration was all there was, and pulsing to the whole body was how this began happening I’m just guessing the touch must be that of the interplanetary divine, I must follow, I must seek.
Boxes of white light, seven boxes of white light, seven boxes of hope and joy, seven spaces of white light in the clouds. Please stay there, please don’t rain. I don’t want the pain. I will stay you’ll never be gone and I am not done with opening doors that you walk through. With a smile I can see you and just say hello I am here, let us open our boxes of hope.
I Breathe Out
I breathe out, the breath becomes yesterday, turning the corner ah that is also yesterday it has gone, unless you walk back in time, gone and yet we are in the moment, we are upon the earth the goodness terra bequeaths us each and every day, man has a lot to learn, let us in the moment learn anew.
A Hand
A hand for every occasion put it on, and you can get it on. I mean it is your day of course, warm and convenient. A face to hand and here it comes, a dull grey face. An ugly mouth full of promise, just try him on your right hand you will soon see you’ve got your hand full, OMG man you’ve got a world to save.
Pastel Atoms
A chain of peaceful, passive pastel atoms, whispering a trail around a troubled planet. Bursting in flames and destruction. It weaves before your eyes in a vast colourless sky, we inherit from the pollution of twisted human minds. Waking up day after day, the colourful weave of atoms grows stronger in a band across the atmosphere. Wider and blindly determined to land as coloured rain from lingering clouds to land in variant forms. With new spirit on a crystal clear day to form a colony anew to reignite the purpose of new human form, as super animals no higher than a slumbering element. In a new jungle flora of wonderous fauna.
Reflections
Reflections on glass divides us with it’s shining I see others I used to know, but cannot reach out even my fingertips won’t do for there is war. Much war, humanity reaching its ends overshadowed by smoke fire and death. What is tomorrow when we won’t see the the end of this day. Is this the price to pay for evolution for God has no grace, and just in case you wonder Gods work is all around amongst the fire and hell for again this is still war as it always has been among humans who never learn
