Posted tagged ‘Poetry’

Mrs Amore (An extract from,)

April 15, 2013

This is a blues that has me yellow and green,
Heated and melted from an anguish beyond heads,
Bruised within, without tissue to wipe or will to be dried,
To be safe
Retained by the Jazz vibe that birthed me into a night where the Sun,
Demanding respect, burnt a hole into the sky,
Visible to all truthful eyes.

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Shine

July 28, 2012

My name rings out with every step

Yet my lips are closed and my smile reigns

I glow with a brilliance delivered to the world with every step,

Yet words are unspoken,

My eyes show you a world of revealed mystery

In silence that holds you close,

For I know who I am,

I am adorned with my dreams and my drive,

My flag, my raised standard, waving in the still breeze, my skin,

And I will turn to attention for nothing less than my name being announced,

With pride, passion and honour,

For that i will arise and enter into your world,

Until then I am alive and ablaze in a world where I know my worth,

My name, my soul, my heart, my heritage,

My history, my family, my hopes, my passion,

I shine with the knowledge of who I am,

That is what you see when you are arrested by the power of my spirit as I pass you,

As you see me,

Mention me in conversation,

Read my heart in black and white,

Hear soul sweet melodies floating from my fingers,

Simply because I know the power of knowing who I am,

I shine

Recipe for peace

January 5, 2011

Step 1
Take one minute and allow time to think
Of how so many lives, as ships have begun to sink
Allow your mind to see ways forward
Don’t worry about the obstacles and please don’t be cautious
Take your thoughts and allow them to simmer
Allow a tear to drop silently for every life that’s light has become dimmer
Mix ‘tear’ and ‘thoughts’ with ‘a plan’
And leave to stand
You will now it is ready when it resembles a strong message.

Step 2
Take ‘jump’, ‘into’ & ‘action’, and mix
Shape mixture into bite-sized pieces and put to one side

Step 3
Take one man or woman and open their mouth
Put in it the bite-sized ‘action’ pieces and the prepared strong message, but do not close
You will need their mouth open for them to take it to both the north and the south

Step 4
Repeat steps 1 – 3 until Peace begins rising.

Before the Rainbow

July 15, 2010

It’s raining,

And I have become one with the grime that splashes

as the filthy sky-juice mixes with the dirt that lays on the streets that I walk

Every day.

The more it rains,

The grimier I become,

The more of me that is taken over by the sky-juice /dirt mix,

The more of me I lose to the streets that I walk

Every day,

The less me I become.

And as it rains,

And the skies spit down in jest,

Lightning shining over and over again,

Glorifying my decay

Like a thorny crown resting on my new lox

Causing blood and sweat to drip from my temple,

As thunder strikes out bringing screams from mouths,

I feel myself eroding,

Becoming less me each day,

Until all I remain to be is that mix…

…,

…,

…,

…The dirt of the streets that I walk every day and the filthy sky-juice that fell and created me as grime

And slowly washed me away

Into sewers and blocked drains.

Unrecognizable now,

It’s raining

And I have become one with the grime that lays on the streets I walk

Every day.

No longer me,

No longer human,

No longer reachable

Not by friend nor foe,

Not by Mrs Love or Mistress Lust

Even Dr Anger must wait at Lucifer’s right hand being stroked and held back,

So forgive me if I don’t answer when you call me by my name,

‘Cos I am no longer here.

© Simon D Bucknor

Deep Thoughts, Too Late

May 24, 2010

The dirt must have been dry at some point,

Or they wouldn’t have been able to dig the grave,

Wouldn’t it have slid right back in?

Rolled like a toppling bus on a sloped hillside,

Delivering it’s passengers to their final destination

With or without pressing their Oyster card against the electronic reader,

Thoughts thunder, reverberating against the lined wood surroundings.

I went with a fight and still I fight now,

I want to wake up.

I only wanted to sleep for one night,

But time passed and arrived at my bedside,

My rage unbridled now my soul is on its way away,

I am alive only with anger, livid with my hands, with all of me,

But above all my gormless heart that refuses silence and peace.

A man sat in pain until he could no longer resist the urge to change his situation. He wanted rest, needed rest, craved rest.

He took a sleeping pill, it didnt work.

He took a sleeping pill, it didnt work.

He took a sleeping pill, it didnt work.

He took a sleeping pill, it didnt work.

Soon the pill bottle lay empty, but for the cotton wool.

Sleep came, the pain eased, then came the realisation that death had been invited and had arrived.

© Simon Bucknor

The Last Time I Fell In Love

May 9, 2010

Have you ever booked an appointment,

To hear the wind blow?

I have,

I had to book online and await a reply,

I felt like a fool, but the thought was fun,

So I waited and waited for my reply to come.

To my surprise, I did and it did too,

‘Your appointment has been confirmed,

Please enjoy’,

I had a time, date and venue,

Along with a health and safety brief,

Was told what to bring,

And what I wouldn’t need.

Excitement hit me hard and fast,

Like a baseball in the chest,

I prepared myself for days that felt like years,

Patiently waiting,

And with waiting my time soon arrived.

I turned up at an office,

Which looked to me much like open space,

I had been told to sit in the shadow of the brightest tree

And try to lose my weight,

Confused, just a touch,

I sat, sunk, leaned back and rested my weary frame.

As if from inside my own soul,

The sky opened and called my name.

It said, ‘The wind will be with you shortly,

Please do not be alarmed

Enjoy your experience,

Any problems simply raise your arm’

With that there was an enjoyable silence,

As if the world’s spinning had stopped,

The wind blew and I heard,

Each undulating ripple, every majestic movement,

I heard and it comforted me,

Bringing with it sounds of the near and far east,

And the song of the sparrows nesting in the trees,

It was a beautifully full moment.

Complete.

My appointment was over,

The wind moved on to its next client,

And as I rose to my feet

With a replenished peace and a new found infatuation with the wind,

Life’s other sounds engulfed me,

The screams, the cries, the ills, the dreams crushed by misguided realties,

I trudged home with this din seeking a home in me,

And booked another appointment to hear the wind blow

So I can retake my place with my new love in the shadow of the brightest tree.

The Frustration

April 4, 2010

I love the person I am

As I exist in the shadows of love

Because it is a me that I can see

Without closing my eyes

And turning my head away

I love the things I say

Even the darkness that escapes

Because it is me, in truth

And lies,

Well lies leave a distinct bitterness

At the end of my tongue

Which no amount of spitting

Or Listerine can rid

I enjoy being myself at times

Seeing the fear I put into others

I like me

The way my footsteps are placed in peace

It’s not arrogance

Nor misplaced self-belief

Just my way of dealing with

The impossibilities of me being anyone else but me.