Love is totally without hate
And does not discriminate.
Love is the uniting force
That abhores any divorce.
Love fills the heart with desire
Kindling an endless fire.
Love makes the Majestic call
That with one word...says it All.
Love's the Alchemist's dream
And does the light of Truth...beam.
Love gives the Power to see...
With out it...where would we be.
Love with just...a gentle smile
Does every soul...beguile.
Love is the only language
That is favoured by the Sage.
Love's rays eternally grow
And in far reaches...does glow.
Love is a powerfull thing
And makes the heart...truly sing.
Love passively conquers all
And every soul...does enthral.
Love does all conflicts resolve
Helping Human-Kind evolve.
Love reaches all living things
Giving the Angels ...their Wings.
002. HAIKUS X 6
Sentient and seeing... Is this material being... But is now fleeing
Our perceptions are...Mere shadows and reflections... Of reality
Time and distance are...Totally irrelevant... In this Quantum World
Searching for the Truth ...Is like polishing coal... To make a mirror
On the shore's edge with...Fishing line sitting all day... And catching nothing
The stage is all set...And we discuss this and that... Waiting for GODOT
003. HAIKUS X 6
On the Penzance train...Constantly persued by the... Hovering full-moon
Thousands of pebbles...Each one unique...such riches...Here on Albion's shores
To fly or to die...Day of reckoning for the... Fledgeling Jack-daw
Look metal from the...Titanic...says a child...At play on the beach
Mind is not a vessel...To be filled...but a Fire To be kindled
Eight thousand equals...The sum of three cubes and is... It self a CUBE
004. HAIKUS X 6
From these ravaged lands...Pining for the sweet taste from...The fruit of Reason
Loathsome it may be...But are we more innocent...Than he...the cockroach
All may plainly see...An innocent man he be... This man of poverty
A rain-bow and a...Solitary sea-gull greet... This wet winters morn
Life's an Idiot's tale...Full of sound and fury that... Signifies nothing
This Itinerant...Vagabond's is just another...Yamabushi
005. HAIKUS X 6
How can you sleep...Early in the morning and... Mis the dawn chorus
Ever so gentle...The sound of a hungry chick... This early spring morn
Time passes by....Sometimes fast sometimes sluggish...It's never boring
That young hungry chick...Is rapidly learning a... Soothing repertoire
The ephemeral...Here today gone tomorrow... Everlasting joy
Waiting for a bus...And watching two sluggs racing... Across the wet road
006.Broken Bolder Beach.
With a rugged beauty that defies
All those far-off and harried cries
Yet beckons...the Aesthete's eyes.
Woodland girths its scenic surround
Broken by the stream's wispering sound
The crowds...they are not to be found.
Tis just a jaunt along the coast
And is a very resourceful host
That through simplicity...gives the most.
Here to Nature become entwined
In this rare jewel of a find
That is divinely blessed and enshrined.
Going with the Tao to reach
The One who with-out words does teach...
Here on Broken Bolder Beach.
007.HAIKUS X 4
All may plainly see
An innocent man he be...
This man of poverty
Life's an Idiot's tale
Full of sound and fury that...
Hedge-rows in Winter
Like worn out tooth-brushes...skirt
Newly furrowed fields
The mildest Winter
On record and the Fushias...
Are still in full blume
Toing and frowing
Along the sea shore...seagulls
Looking for tit-bits
Shelter from the rain
In the Library again...
Catch the haiku train
The sun hides far away
Children go home from play
Colours …. they all turn grey
Tis no cause for dismay
At the closing of day
The chirping birds do sway
One to repose . . . and pray.
009.A noble Truth
Idealists can't go to war and kill
But when driven too far surely will.
And by degrees their souls...slowly chill
Destroying their very sense of will.
Blindly driven to unseen peril
They battle upon a nameless hill.
A noble truth they try to instil
With corpses awaiting...graves to fill.
Looking up with leaden eyes
To the One above the skies…
Seeking comfort from the lies
And the never ending cries.
So these lost souls search in vain
Upon the arrid terrain…
Deprived of the healing rain
They become immune to pain.
There to Paradise they go
For in their hearts…they all know
There’s no one that can bestow
Relief to the…very low.
Darkness descends and all is quiet
On this very crisp starry night.
Like a beam of light traveling
The Heavens...with-out begining.
Endlessly persuing life's quest
With out reward and with out rest.
Not fearing the dark and unknown
Accepting what fate has thrown.
Finding...in the smallest of things
Beauty...with the joy that it brings.
Being humble...like a grain of sand
Held in a child'e enquiring hand.
Surrendering with-out a fight
On this very still...starry night.
012. A PIECE OF STRING
With it...destitute urchins
In the street skip and sing;
In a field a tethered horse
Subdued...is full of loathing.
With it...on a mountain side
A fallen climber does cling;
The Mighty Golliath falls
By a stone from David's sling.
With it...hung from the gallows
A man's body is swinging;
The Gordian's Knot...was for
With it...puppets move their limbs
That we all find...Amusing;
A monk...with his begging bowl
Also needs..."a piece of string".
The packaging is...so pristine;
But inside the goods are damaged.
It's all an act.. just a show;
But inside you'r damaged goods.
You are glamorous...confident;
But inside you'r damaged goods.
You'r on the stage...world watching;
Nobody wants damaged goods.
But very deep inside;
An innocent child...does reside.
014.WE DO A-SPIRE
A lofty spire
Does pierce the sky;
With joy They sing
To one on High.
Such was the sound
That filled the air;
It reached all souls
That felt despair.
The Mighty Throng
Did face their God;
And he in turn
Did give his nod.
Blessing all with
A gracious smile;
Bringing Peace that
Non could defile.
Such was the strength
Of the Breth-ren;
They did A-spire...
015.WHAT'S IN A NAME
It's a crying shame
Some souls have no name;
shall never know fame
And have no real claim.
A name's just a name
A Dame's just a Dame;
Paintings in a frame
Receive full acclaim.
Some people do claim
We're not all the same;
Though some strive for fame
And shall...others maim.
Investors do claim
Profits from A-name;
If it's all the same
I prefer No-name.
It's the Poet's aim
The heathens to tame;
And those with A-name
By stealth: Inflame.
016.PRAYING FOR RAIN
Men in High Towers
Are praying for showers;
While things on the ground
And very far from sound.
There's talk in the bowers
To give greater powers;
To people all around
That Justice may abound.
On this land The Growers
Do pick sacred flowers;
With True Faith they have found
They can truly astound.
The men in their Towers
Do still pray...for showers;
The drought does still confound
Free Souls are...onward bound.
017.LEFT FOR DEAD
Kicked in the head
And left for dead.
Yet here i am
This is no sham.
A man like you
But with desires
That one acquires.
From progress made
By honest trade.
Tis sad to say
There's some dismay.
But joy is found...
Love does abound.
It must be said
I'm not yet...Dead.