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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.

Poems Galore from the Warrior of Poetry

Heavy

Heavy upon my mind, a planet passes through in a phase. It’s over, the moment gone of fear. I now have no fear lifted away into the cosmic abyss. For I’m on the other world I’m in the hinterland, a spec upon the horizon. In yonder land as is often said. I tried to cling onto the old but each time I was there I knew I was leaving for the spirit had flown and, nothing connected. Turkers Wood my home of residence was floating away, our small island was detached and all our memories locked. Did this happen, was I there and who own this world is there any treasure buried in the soil.

Language

Language, in the texture of a sky, so vast not to read but to feel. It’s too far away to care too remote to fathom. That word is for the deep but not for the cosmos. Draw from the atmospheric platform what you desire, for it is probably the cosmic mind that calls too you.

Loose Yourself

Loose yourself feel the wind through the tunnel of transformation, beyond the new future is coming you are going to be lost at times in the unknown, what will you find I see a mother craft on a mountain side it assesses my approaching speed and estimates my threat, that is the charging vortex of me, but it is over. I am now inside, I am told I am now wanted upon Mars, and so to Mars I go onwards is the rallying call.

Dark is the Night

Dark is the night I’m in groove for flight, soon I go, I blow. I’m gone, trajectory unknown. But I land, I get out. It is warm, I walk, I await. The greeting, the acceptance. A new friend, I do believe it is an alien who approaches from yonder ridge here on another planet.

Too Much Love

Too much to love, but I don’t know how is it a secret. That I should never find or has it always been in plain sight. But afraid of the now life is not so long and the embers are trailing and barely warm. I struggle as if I’ve missed the point, was it the only saving grace we posses, above all else or have we missed this tingle inside.

 

 

One Way Ticket

One way ticket to blank so my friends this is immortality the colour was black bleak, to say the least considering I was supposed to be no more further on a mass mess of activity, chatter a thousand miles away but non-audible in this outer state. What was left of emotion was like trying to ascend a verticle mud bank the faces at the top laughing. I didn’t know any of them they were not human I concluded I couldn’t go back so I wait for arms and legs as Jesus rotating in space to who knows where.

Latest Audio Poems Susie Swan & My Father

Susie Swan


A short story for kids as Susie Swan saves the wood from General Snail…

My Father

This is about my father County Councillor John Wilson a native of Scale House Farm Galgate Lancaster who died in 1973 suddenly age 44 yrs wouldn’t mind it read out sometime sadly missed.

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