Power and grace


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Encircling the vine
Panther eyes gleaming
Surveying the air
Each whisker twitching
With felid foresight
Stealth-hearted breathing
Languorous of limb
Velvet paws prodding
Solemnly wide-jawed
Yawn into dreaming
The ghost of the night
Sleeps after the hunt.

To make the world go around

It takes very little money
In fact, having no money will do
It takes no extra energy
In fact, energy hasn’t been used

It needs no extra devotion
From hearts cracking all through the lands
It needs very little motion
From time ticking over the sands

It yearns not for it’s own future
Because startings and endings aren’t clear
It yearns not for farther or nearer
Because here
It’s just here
Then it’s here

What is the function of a galaxy?

What is the function of a galaxy?
What is the reason we dream?
How far can I travel in proximity
To the ocean by swimming the stream?

Would my mind rip apart in calamities
Should I fall from the back of this horse
That rides through the heart of polarities
And recoils at the notion of force?

I float from the centre of gravity
Today I am left with a question,
What is the goal of humanity –
To what kind of end am I destined?

The Leader: A high school poem

Man is born, the world’s begun
He makes himself a life
He builds a home, he goes to work
And comes home to his wife

He wears a suit, collar and tie
That’s how earns his pay
He sits behind a great big desk
And negotiates all day

He talks about a better world
With everyone at peace
The whole world would be set at ease
Well, he would be at least

He is loved by all his followers
About a million or two
The rest of the world can “go jump”
That’s what he said to do

We’ll build ourselves a nuclear bomb
And have a great big war
The sooner, the better, he says
It’s already right outside our door

And when the war’s all over
We’ll come out on top
There’ll be no more enemies
And no more bombs to drop

We’ll have to rebuild the town of course
That’s not a hard decision
As long as I’ve got a place to stay
And my good old television.


Future: a high school poem

Wrote this back in high school (1982/83) and this is still my take on the future…still don’t know what it means, still amused at the effect this word can have on a conversation, a relationship, a dream, a self-image. A lot of the time I am overly serious with myself, trying to get everything just so for “the future” and I can walk around chanting this for days before I get the joke I am playing on myself.


Is there anyone out there
who can possibly help me?
I am stuck in a dilemma
and quite unintentionally.

It occurred to me at night
in my most recent of pasts,
that I don’t know what future is
or how long it lasts.

It happened soon after
someone I know said,
if I don’t plan for future
before I know it I’ll be dead.

Then all of a sudden
it struck me like lightning
the prospect of dying is
really quite frightening

If it can be prevented
by planning and plotting
then I’ve got more to ponder
than premenstrual spotting.

In fluster and flurry
I raced to my bed
and bounced the word “future”
around in my head.

Then the awful realisation
of inadequate education
hit like a time-bomb
with complete exasperation

I fumbled and floundered
as I tried hard to think
between future and me
I could find no real link.

Who is he? What is it?
How can I know?
If future is somewhere
then where did it go?

If it’s time that we’re talking
is it a minute past seven?
Is it early next year
or 3011?

And what should I make
of the time I once heard
“you’ve got no future”
said to some geeky nerd?

Who gets to decide
whether you get one or don’t?
If I have to pass a test
then I probably won’t.

How can it hold things
if you can’t put things in it?
Like babies and jobs
the possibilities are infinite.

When my mother tries to tell me
“in future, eat your beans”
then I will if I can work out
what the hell “future” means.

WatsoniaTech1982See the girl standing next to me, she was the one who organised the after-school public fisticuffs to teach me a lesson. You can get more on that story in the High School section of my original post on racism here, http://gohomeubb.wordpress.com/2012/04/12/go-home-you-black-bitch/