Things Poetic

 A Poem in the letter A Actually, the abiding thought is it remains an achievement attaining a peak arriving at a arc of decision anyone would ascertain a ring of truth,  a hopeful asked for reality amusing almost and yet an unsurmountabkle abyss when its free , almost it remains an albatross around all not only about my neck  and abruptly  again, alone an  archetypical death symbolic, assuredly

 Evening Delight Pushed my chair away from my desk,  stretched, groaned,  closed my eyes, listening to the fan of the laptop time for dinner Creaks and cracks, is that just my knees ? Stepping around papers tossed across the floor Bleary eyes Stir fry again Not a take away,  ready meals not sought after eyes refocusing on anything other than the screens  surrounding me on the desk no escape but, now relax

 The Greatest Sport Neither round ball, nor tennis ball nor red or white ball cricket Not even the kings sport, equine giants charging for a fence, sweat streaming behind its the emotional, exhausting, invigorating and painful oval ball game Rugby Union, not league albeit league drags the blood from lungs far quicker car crashes of bulk hitting each other serious assaults for 80 minutes blood, sweat, tears ... and tears through flesh laughter at the end, amongst the cheering and happiness drinking together laughing with each other brutal but gentlemen and women

 Old Older  Is that wiser, peeling off the layers of idiocy from the years finding that owl, learned and far thinking ? Considering meaning in the confused meanderings of the mind wondering If only, maybe, surely that... Instead Its the peeling off the layers of understanding and intelligence losing the owl and finding the pigeon, meandering in rush hour traffic pecking the dust near the table Always looking down and missing the sparrow hawk  eyes set on your form considering little, understanding less, forgetting all Oldest

 Dreams In my dream...Im a good father In my dream....Im a useful part of society In my dream.....my art is good In my dream....it's a world where the ignorant and mosogynistic are not feted, where rapists are not allowed to direct but are separated from society In my dream....I don't put flowers down every few weeks In my dream....

 Its Enough When you've given everything, when you've held nothing back in reserve when your soul is naked and bare when your hidden depths are open  when there is nothing hidden Then you've reached the world of enough That place where acceptance sits, where your aim is to be present not just there