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After The Rain

Dark curls cascading down

On skin pale and bare

Falling falling

Arms,lips, mouth, heart

Leaning in

Gathering, gathering

Eyes colliding in open space

With no escape

Holding, Holding

The creek after the rain

Long over-due

Rushing, Rushing

White foam spilling over

In song an dance

Gushing, gushing

Spring’s first kiss fresh on flesh

And baby’s breath

Sighing, sighing

Under the covers

Feet meet and greet

In our world

Touching, touchingIreland August 2015 112Optional Poetry Continue reading After The Rain



Poetry stirs me …that is some poetry. It hits me or it does not. Mary Oliver, David Whyte, Yeats, Donne, Emily Dickenson, Robert Frost, …Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Patty Smith, Bokowski, Tom Waits, Amy Mann. George Carlin!! Life is poetry but I must find the poetry in life.

I like the short-story aspect of poetry. My poems tell a lot of my life story. I like the way it can touch or hint without going into great detail. I love the brevity that’s available through it.

I am not a true followers of traditional rhythm, cadence and so on. I like a flow of thought with words that dance off the pages and into my gut, heart, being. I love how for instance Bukowski’s Bluebird dances and resonates inside me. I love how he reads it. In the same way his Don’t Do It tears me apart,

Sweet Crushed Angel by Hafiz seeps and meanders through my veins like a soft chilled glass of grape juice. It lifts and at the same time brings me to my knees. Like A Rolling Stone, Dylan, does a sort of hacking job on me….It throws the book on my childish dreams but it lands quite beautifully! Because I know it’s all true for me. It resonates with me.

IF the poem fits I must not aquit. I must let it soak into me. Let it resonate in a place that’s authentic….Let it mold me, pamper me, shake me up, bring me down a peg or two but please let me not ignore it….A poem that resonates is like a fine meal. IT nourishes and fills in a way nothing can.

Stranger In A Strange Land/Blogging 101 Day 2


The following is a short story in poetry form;

Stranger In A Strange Land

Sometimes I feel like a stranger in a strange land

I come from nowhere and I’m going back there

I dig the blues but they can get monotonous

So I sway to my own.

People peer out of doorways

Give me side-way glances

Snigger, laugh, whisper

I Can’t help it can I?

Maybe they think I come from somewhere

Like nowhere they’ve ever been

Somewhere strange

They’re mistaken of course

Maybe they want to sing the blues

Or find their own rhythm

But have forgotten how it goes

I can remind them.

Then we get down

Look each other in the eye;

‘Hey brother, hey sister , hey mon,hey momma

And for a moment at least, we’re all strangers together

We come from nowhere and we’re goin’ back there

Back to no-man’s land


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The Human Conundrum…For Blogging 101/day one

I’m blogging here as opposed to keeping it in a personal journal….Why you might ask.

Because I like to communicate  and to create an opening for conversation and new experiences…I like to provoke a response and feedback. I like getting a bird’s eye view into the human condition including my own. I’m part of the human race and I love community/writers/poets/artists/ and inspiring others to reach inside and find their own vulnerable spot for more insight and evolution.

The topics I’ll write about will be all part of the above ie resolving the day to day with zen-like humour and Buddha-like self reflection. I will write about for instance, our personal thoughts, beliefs and behaviors and how they bleed into every part of our life from our relationships to our educational, financial, religious, health and government systems. How what we feel and think creates our reality. I often write in poetry form. My background is more in songwriting but that’s expanding into prose and an autobiography now. I will also probably blog about social and environmental issues effecting our health and lifestyles; about denial in ourselves and in society and it’s possible side effects. My influences are many including…Kabir, Lao Tsu, Charles Bukowski, Yeats, Shakespeare, Pia Melody, Carl Jung, David Whyte, Proust, Jack Kerouac, Hunter Thompson, Patty Smith, Maya Angelou, Anais Nin, DH Lawrence, Eckhart Tolle and tons more.

Those I’d like to connect with I suppose are those who value those issues I mentioned and who would like to go deeper than deep so to speak. People who would like to open a portal within themselves for more personal and global evolution; people who have or are suffering from betrayal of self or that of others and who wish to take responsibility for their own part in all of that.

I hope that in time my blogging will create a forum for honest, vulnerable and safe communication, for healing and for inspiration. May the muse consume us and instil passion and lots of fun.