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.

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

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

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

When I at last shall die, what th
the meaning in this world of men -
the flux that formed before my wak
when from that tranquil harbour fo
to pass again thru’ terra’s fiery

'We’ the west can be so proud of o
where everyone can take a vote for
We’ll fund the freedom seekers who
and understand they must rise up t
We’ll help them when they turn for

If I was an Afghan,
whatever would I do?
Bullets flying everywhere
I wouldn’t have a clue!
-

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

You’ll cheer for the thief on stag
Root for the urchin and crook.
Believing yourself of judgement mo
Why throw that aside with the book
What of the chav; 'have not’ to yo

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

“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;

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,

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

Vivid light, Smiles so bright,
Mangrove, Sea and Cotton Tree,
A time I learnt to think in ways,
My parents never taught me.
I felt dis-ease with christian,

Spider Spider in my head
the days grow short before I’m dea
so while we live and breathe and s
Spider, won’t you set me free.
Spider Spider in my mind,

There is a thread of gold
that binds the ancient tomes ~
a filament rare, ne’er to be found
~ lest this first be known;
Though some men may read all,

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,

I’m sorry if my attitude seems som
I love this life much more since
but by the same degree to hell I o
and now I know it’s not the 'get’
I’ve come to understand, life’s fu

As age draws on I see cause and e
in the realms of life that some mi
For years I sought my answers wit
with no solutions, I started to do
I turned first to god, the father

Gnostic indications of a deeper tr
in every fractal facet of existenc
Paradoxic’ spill of light, beyond
—a spark within the fire of One om
Effulgent sunrise deep within the

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

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

Leafy London, garden roses,
Late one summer’s afternoon.
No recourse from tragic duty.
Hope his kids are still at school.
Stranger sorrow, swiftly rising

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

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

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

Dignity Stripped
Flesh Ripped
Morphine Tripped
Profound Pain
Inhumane

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

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

No gun in my face,
No plague or famine or drought.
Then what irony,
This pampered life of luxury,
Should bring about such agony,

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!!

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

‘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

A flight of fancy to mystical land
in Arjun’ chariot I crossed Ram’s
to that cinnamon isle of gold-grai
—tear of Mahabharata
On a palm-trellised beach I held

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

Hours enthralled by cryptic signs,
with ancient tomes and riddled
rhymes.
Gleaning facts from mystic lores -
and still she never sought divorce