based on a West African folklore
Alone along a jungle track
I heard a groan of agony,
so terror-struck, with bow drawn b
I peered behind the mango tree.

Our fodder, which art in Devon
Mallow be thy name
When springtime come
thou will be yum,
from earth, green leaves are heave

Faruk Asan, a very good man
took heed from the great Ataturk -
He came from the land of old Otto
by way of his sheer hard work.
In Malvern he set up a kahvehane

As a company of poets,
I trust upon your empathy.
This lyric passion that we share
has led me to epiphany.
Of worldly craft I am bereft,

Time nebulous unfolds ~
twisting bulbous entity.
Pressing back the void,
forever riding on the cusp of Now.
Crystallising ethers of tomorrow,

Death, if it is you I fear
then Fear, you have no spell ~
What stood for my old man and his,
is good in time for me as well.

words, however inadequate, are
the best hope we have of
connecting with others...
so let’s choose carefully which to
use - and I ain’t talking poetry!!

“The engine never made a sound!”
—His terminal thought, as he looke
That crossing place he knew so wel
resounded to his final knell.
On the scene, there was no sign;

The truth becomes a mystery
when penned by the pre-victor
who peddles bullshit History
thru’ his BBC predictor
A flash before the impact

Conjugal Congress,
Conception Conjoined ~
Constriction Contraction Contusio
Constructs Conferred,
Conclusions Contrived ~

To yearn for love is not a rarity
but every man’s inevitability;
craving satisfaction
for our unbroken hearts -
affirmation of existence

Life began a caper -
made me captain,
seemed capricious
turned captious,
capped me in

I followed an English rose to the
gates of the Sahel -
I thought I knew I loved her; I
young and couldn’t tell.
......all so long ago now, I don’t

Damn, the moon was bright last nig
her energy charging, wiring me ~
Though still this day is in full l
tonight I’ll feel her overwhelming
It’s been two years since it began

Late inside The Orange Tree,
a burly builder on his knees.
Well earned pint now cast asunder,
he sought respect - his only blund
-

In that term, as I remember,
I first built my delusion.
From September to December,
Was childhood’s conclusion.
Back at home for Christmas,

1978 - Boarding school - The day
Grey flannel blazer, grey stone wa
Under a cold grey sky.
Grey skinned strangers speaking gr
Long bleak and lonely,

Conjugal Congress,
Conception Conjoined ~
Constriction Contraction Contusio
Constructs Conferred,
Conclusions Contrived ~

Sativa, queen of spiral code
her genome holds a key,
that turns the cogs within my mind
once stuck, now running free.
She sparkles in the Autumn sun

Compliments to the baker
and so too my Barista
Smoothest crema on the tongue
juxtapose to lemon vapour.
Intense acute sensations

I’m want to take the common straw
lay strewn across the bar-room flo
~ discarded, used to curse and sho
I’ll card it ~ scrape the thistles
Feed my loom run at a canter

‘Life is Love and Love is all Cr
Words of more than lyric consolati
The heart lies in the place of min
Building worlds of singular invent

In deep non-thought I saw
a comprehensive vision
of mankind’s epicycle
seen in round completion ~
Angelic cries as hosts

I spoke two thousand years ago, wh
but much I said was misconstrued,
As Son of Man I said before, I a
I the ransom for the many ~ Throu
My Father’s house has many mansio

Sativa, queen of spiral code
her genome holds a key,
that turns the cogs within my mind
once stuck, now running free.
She sparkles in the Autumn sun

A bigot blind will never see,
we are all as John Donne’s flea
since Adam claimed mortality,
who knows what hues in history
flowed in darker veins than thee,

One land - many maps
each map - many roads
every road - two directions
One God - many faiths
each faith - many sects

Marks on my thoughts,
accents of introspection;
Acute I find my observation.
Grave deep the world;
circumflexion breeds my circumspec

This life holds such Dichotomy
a random fixed contrarity
Resigned I strive, still lost I f
a peaceful conflict of the mind.
Superlative mediocrity

Hush foolish pre-emptor who steals
Still that feeble flitting one wit
Dark distractor - lover of meaning
With deep solemnity let go of I,
In that space you thought was you

One land - many maps
each map - many roads
every road - two directions

When the steely strings gets picke
the dark desert highway is life pa
I’m sure not bound for Californ-i
no doubt, no turnpike –cool breeze
This place we call life is the shi

I, once tested to my mind’s extrem
confounded by this life’s contrary
when I could no longer take the st
between my tortured spirit, flesh
Lost, self-subject to demolition

The ancient seers knew the score
in granite etched on Dolmen door
with Spiral glyph and centred dot,
such subtle pictographic plot.
Tho’ cyclic emanations flow

The Atheist scoffs at talk of God
and finds me rather odd!
“We came from Nothing -
Heading for Nowhere”
“Nothing to Nothing -

Primordial soul of Helix’ eye
Love complete, unheard,
From cosmic bliss let out a cry
Upanishad Om reverb.
Tsunami vibes delete the void