I’ve been alive again
Up at half past five again
Darkness far behind again
So strong
A new source of elation
Endless energy
Heightened physical sensation.
Now it’s hard to just get by
Seeking meaning in this life
Tears pouring from my eyes
while wondering why
You raised me up so high
But never taught me how to fly
And as I fall out of the sky
Who’ll be standing by?
Will you be standing by?
Or can I learn to fly
So low.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Teach me
Teach me to laugh when I want to cry
Teach me to live when I want to die
Teach me to love when I want to hate
Teach me to be early when I want to be late
Teach me to let go when I want to hold on
Teach me to stay when I want to be gone
Teach me to be lost when I want to be found
Teach me to bear silence when I want to hear sound
Teach me to whisper when I want to shout
Teach me to believe when I want to doubt
Teach me to give when I want to take
Teach me to be true when I want to fake
Teach me all that there is to know
But most of all teach me to go with the flow.
Teach me to live when I want to die
Teach me to love when I want to hate
Teach me to be early when I want to be late
Teach me to let go when I want to hold on
Teach me to stay when I want to be gone
Teach me to be lost when I want to be found
Teach me to bear silence when I want to hear sound
Teach me to whisper when I want to shout
Teach me to believe when I want to doubt
Teach me to give when I want to take
Teach me to be true when I want to fake
Teach me all that there is to know
But most of all teach me to go with the flow.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Manic Moles
Tunnel around
Underground
Gardeners frown
Talk of the town
Multiple mounds
Culprit not found
Always astound
Furry brown clown
Without sight or sound
Crowned
King of our garden
Underground
Gardeners frown
Talk of the town
Multiple mounds
Culprit not found
Always astound
Furry brown clown
Without sight or sound
Crowned
King of our garden
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Ménage à Trois
He helps her
To her feet
Beneath us
She burns
Trembles
His fingers
Caress hers
She responds
I peek
Over his shoulder
Glimpse brown skin
The piece of him
Unsafe to touch
I wrap myself
Around them
The world rushes
To meet us
Lost in we
Absorbing
Their energy
Confined
So free.
I hear
No sound
My feet
Meet
The ground
But don’t
Touch it.
To her feet
Beneath us
She burns
Trembles
His fingers
Caress hers
She responds
I peek
Over his shoulder
Glimpse brown skin
The piece of him
Unsafe to touch
I wrap myself
Around them
The world rushes
To meet us
Lost in we
Absorbing
Their energy
Confined
So free.
I hear
No sound
My feet
Meet
The ground
But don’t
Touch it.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Change
Je suis un ange
Je m’apelle „Change“
Don’t hang up
I know you are afraid of me
Of anything your eyes can’t see
Our first rendez-vous
Your eyes can’t meet mine
They have other appointments
Your ears are deafened by the words
You’ll claim you never heard
You never invited me in
Why did you take me
to bed with you?
I keep you awake
I occupy your mind
There are no breaks
Have you taken precautions?
I am coming:
ready or not.
Are you with the plot?
You try to shake me off
You see me in your mirror
On every page of your diary
Me and my old father
Do we move too fast for you?
You gave me your hand
Impulsive or planned?
Was it just sand?
You pretend I don’t exist
That we never kissed
That you can resist
But I am hot
And I am coming soon
So make room
For me now.
For I am your angel
And my name is change.
Je m’apelle „Change“
Don’t hang up
I know you are afraid of me
Of anything your eyes can’t see
Our first rendez-vous
Your eyes can’t meet mine
They have other appointments
Your ears are deafened by the words
You’ll claim you never heard
You never invited me in
Why did you take me
to bed with you?
I keep you awake
I occupy your mind
There are no breaks
Have you taken precautions?
I am coming:
ready or not.
Are you with the plot?
You try to shake me off
You see me in your mirror
On every page of your diary
Me and my old father
Do we move too fast for you?
You gave me your hand
Impulsive or planned?
Was it just sand?
You pretend I don’t exist
That we never kissed
That you can resist
But I am hot
And I am coming soon
So make room
For me now.
For I am your angel
And my name is change.
K on Fusion
Entrainement
Entertainment
Education
Edutainment
Entercation
Altercation
Information
Activation
Elevation
Passion
Entertainment
Education
Edutainment
Entercation
Altercation
Information
Activation
Elevation
Passion
Friday, June 26, 2009
Jail break
On March 1st I made my break
After 9 months of my sentence
The conditions inside
had got real cramped
And I’d forgotten what
my offence was.
I was weak and small
For I had survived
On 2nd hand food and liquid
I gathered all my strength
And tunnelled out
Hoping to be emancipated.
How I bawled and I cried
when I realised
that my plan of escape had back fired
I wriggled and I moaned
But the truth, hard to own,
I was still trapped in a cage of bone.
Solitary I’m confined
In my personal gaol
Designed with a billion cells
I’ve lived in each one
Nearly 2 life sentences long
And I still don’t know what my offence is.
After 9 months of my sentence
The conditions inside
had got real cramped
And I’d forgotten what
my offence was.
I was weak and small
For I had survived
On 2nd hand food and liquid
I gathered all my strength
And tunnelled out
Hoping to be emancipated.
How I bawled and I cried
when I realised
that my plan of escape had back fired
I wriggled and I moaned
But the truth, hard to own,
I was still trapped in a cage of bone.
Solitary I’m confined
In my personal gaol
Designed with a billion cells
I’ve lived in each one
Nearly 2 life sentences long
And I still don’t know what my offence is.
My mum
I grew within her
I was her, she was me
Between us, there were
never any boundaries.
I knew I was wanted
She gave me her heart
Undying love and protection
‘til death us do part.
Nurtured by her
In a billion ways
Reassured by her hugs
Warmed by her praise
Cakes and buns
She made for me
Joy in her eyes
My pleasure to see.
Each time I cried
Into the night
She was there by my side
Sharing my plight
Swallowing my pride
‘til I was ready for flight.
And as I fly away from her
I carry her with me
Always there in my heart
For which she holds a key.
I was her, she was me
Between us, there were
never any boundaries.
I knew I was wanted
She gave me her heart
Undying love and protection
‘til death us do part.
Nurtured by her
In a billion ways
Reassured by her hugs
Warmed by her praise
Cakes and buns
She made for me
Joy in her eyes
My pleasure to see.
Each time I cried
Into the night
She was there by my side
Sharing my plight
Swallowing my pride
‘til I was ready for flight.
And as I fly away from her
I carry her with me
Always there in my heart
For which she holds a key.
Friday, June 12, 2009
The Magpie
A magpie struts across our path
We capture him in a cage of glass
He never gave us a back stage pass
He watches us.
By his song and dance we are impressed
He seeks shiny things to line his nest
And for a while we all feel blessed
He entertains us.
Pretty birds with feathered breasts
Want to lie astride his chest
At night undress, by day confess
Gathering notes on a drunken mess
Indulging all things to excess
He abuses us.
Feeling pressure from our gaze
Each and every time he strays
And our growing demands to be amazed
He hates us, or so he says.
He fights to escape us.
His wings are broken in the fray
Amongst the dragons he’s dying to slay
He doesn’t want to come out and play
He refrains from us.
He flies away and hides with stealth
To a place where others like himself
Bask in golden rays of wealth
He’s escaped us.
Surrounded by the things he sought
Locked within a gilded fort
Lonely with only unpaid thoughts
Of all the things that can’t be bought
He forsakes us.
He feels he needs to find a mate
A lady bird to share his fate
What true lady would contemplate
Our magpie in his current state?
He blames us.
Captive he grew from minor to major
Fuelled by substances tasting of danger
behaviour becoming ever stranger
angels appearing to be his saviour
He reflects us.
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl
Four for a boy
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven UK Platinum records sold…
He decorates his skin with signs
With secrets to engage and rhyme
And looks for answers in the sky
For others that can also fly
Sacred or scared? He swallows twice.
Would he listen to their advice?
He considers us.
Older now, he bares the scars
Of a life sentence in clubs and bars
He wants to change but it is hard
C’est la vie, for many a bard
He avoids us.
He scrubs his cage til it is clean
Whilst searching the menu for love supreme
We ask ourselves what can this mean
Can nightmares transform into dreams?
He ignores us.
A few years pass and we are bored
We prefer our magpies fatally flawed
Then we clip their wings and remove their claws
Whilst claiming that we still adore
He needs us.
He’s found his one and he is home
Forgiving all from his crystal dome
Grateful for not being alone
magpies mate for life and never roam.
He accepts us.
His wings regrown are now unfurled
No cage strong enough in this world
he’ll sing and dance for joy on his perch so high
for finally he has a reason why.
He understands us.
Major Magpie. We salute you.
Author’s note:
Magpies are intelligent and challenging. Their long tail reflects their high status in the bird world. Magpies have presence. They demand attention visually and vocally. Their colour scheme is striking – black and white with a hint of green. They are cheeky and proud. They like company and often congregate together to discuss things (in so called Parliaments). They are often despised as they have been the victims of bad press claiming they are responsible for the demise of our smaller song birds. In my opinion if Robbie Williams was a bird he would be a Magpie. This poem was inspired by the connections between the two…by reading Chris Heath’s “Feel” and “Somebody Someday” and watching the Magpies in my garden.
We capture him in a cage of glass
He never gave us a back stage pass
He watches us.
By his song and dance we are impressed
He seeks shiny things to line his nest
And for a while we all feel blessed
He entertains us.
Pretty birds with feathered breasts
Want to lie astride his chest
At night undress, by day confess
Gathering notes on a drunken mess
Indulging all things to excess
He abuses us.
Feeling pressure from our gaze
Each and every time he strays
And our growing demands to be amazed
He hates us, or so he says.
He fights to escape us.
His wings are broken in the fray
Amongst the dragons he’s dying to slay
He doesn’t want to come out and play
He refrains from us.
He flies away and hides with stealth
To a place where others like himself
Bask in golden rays of wealth
He’s escaped us.
Surrounded by the things he sought
Locked within a gilded fort
Lonely with only unpaid thoughts
Of all the things that can’t be bought
He forsakes us.
He feels he needs to find a mate
A lady bird to share his fate
What true lady would contemplate
Our magpie in his current state?
He blames us.
Captive he grew from minor to major
Fuelled by substances tasting of danger
behaviour becoming ever stranger
angels appearing to be his saviour
He reflects us.
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl
Four for a boy
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven UK Platinum records sold…
He decorates his skin with signs
With secrets to engage and rhyme
And looks for answers in the sky
For others that can also fly
Sacred or scared? He swallows twice.
Would he listen to their advice?
He considers us.
Older now, he bares the scars
Of a life sentence in clubs and bars
He wants to change but it is hard
C’est la vie, for many a bard
He avoids us.
He scrubs his cage til it is clean
Whilst searching the menu for love supreme
We ask ourselves what can this mean
Can nightmares transform into dreams?
He ignores us.
A few years pass and we are bored
We prefer our magpies fatally flawed
Then we clip their wings and remove their claws
Whilst claiming that we still adore
He needs us.
He’s found his one and he is home
Forgiving all from his crystal dome
Grateful for not being alone
magpies mate for life and never roam.
He accepts us.
His wings regrown are now unfurled
No cage strong enough in this world
he’ll sing and dance for joy on his perch so high
for finally he has a reason why.
He understands us.
Major Magpie. We salute you.
Author’s note:
Magpies are intelligent and challenging. Their long tail reflects their high status in the bird world. Magpies have presence. They demand attention visually and vocally. Their colour scheme is striking – black and white with a hint of green. They are cheeky and proud. They like company and often congregate together to discuss things (in so called Parliaments). They are often despised as they have been the victims of bad press claiming they are responsible for the demise of our smaller song birds. In my opinion if Robbie Williams was a bird he would be a Magpie. This poem was inspired by the connections between the two…by reading Chris Heath’s “Feel” and “Somebody Someday” and watching the Magpies in my garden.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Perfect Partners
I.
I’m dew, grass
Clouds, sky
Sweat, brow
Tears, eye.
You.
You burn bright.
Sun, day
Stars, night
Illuminate
Cast light
Look, see
energy.
Reach my depth?
Hold your breath.
Beware!
Can’t breathe
there
(there)
Are you scared?
Calm,
Support you.
Raging,
thwart you.
Give you
life.
Take that
away.
Still want
to play?
Alone. Freeze,
shrink, solidify.
Chipped
bare scars,
Bold,
With hold.
Stay
to melt
me?
Stay
to face
the depths?
Have you
felt me?
May I drip?
November, I flood.
Resist the torrent?
Rest dammed,
restrained
by flames.
I’m dew, grass
Clouds, sky
Sweat, brow
Tears, eye.
You.
You burn bright.
Sun, day
Stars, night
Illuminate
Cast light
Look, see
energy.
Reach my depth?
Hold your breath.
Beware!
Can’t breathe
there
(there)
Are you scared?
Calm,
Support you.
Raging,
thwart you.
Give you
life.
Take that
away.
Still want
to play?
Alone. Freeze,
shrink, solidify.
Chipped
bare scars,
Bold,
With hold.
Stay
to melt
me?
Stay
to face
the depths?
Have you
felt me?
May I drip?
November, I flood.
Resist the torrent?
Rest dammed,
restrained
by flames.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Turning rocks again
The sea retreats
revealing so many treasures.
Pools glint and dazzle,
brighter than diamonds.
But these are priceless.
And in them real rocks.
The kind which hide things
too large for a finger.
But just the right size
for life to linger.
Monsters of the deep
sideways creep.
Here, things with hard shells,
easily broken,
not designed to fall from a height,
reside and abide
until the next high tide
and freedom.
A wise man named this place
for it bridges years.
And each time I turn another stone,
seeking something wondrous,
I return.
And I am there often,
enchanted by what lurks under stones.
revealing so many treasures.
Pools glint and dazzle,
brighter than diamonds.
But these are priceless.
And in them real rocks.
The kind which hide things
too large for a finger.
But just the right size
for life to linger.
Monsters of the deep
sideways creep.
Here, things with hard shells,
easily broken,
not designed to fall from a height,
reside and abide
until the next high tide
and freedom.
A wise man named this place
for it bridges years.
And each time I turn another stone,
seeking something wondrous,
I return.
And I am there often,
enchanted by what lurks under stones.
My Invisible Lover
Some days he visits me and he is so tender.
His lips and fingers brush mine softly.
Caressing, lingering, playing with my hair.
And I long to stay, to be endlessly touched this way.
But his voice whispers “It’s time to go”,
As he blows me one last kiss.
Some nights he returns late.
He batters my windows and doors.
Angry. Demanding to be let in.
I hide while he rages outside.
Threatening to break my windows,
Destroy the walls, or take off the roof
In his desire to embrace me.
Bored with his progress, I hear him leave.
Seeking another conquest?
I sigh as I realise
He still lies by my side.
Still now. Still with me.
Sleeping, soundly and soundless,
And I wonder how he will move me tomorrow.
His lips and fingers brush mine softly.
Caressing, lingering, playing with my hair.
And I long to stay, to be endlessly touched this way.
But his voice whispers “It’s time to go”,
As he blows me one last kiss.
Some nights he returns late.
He batters my windows and doors.
Angry. Demanding to be let in.
I hide while he rages outside.
Threatening to break my windows,
Destroy the walls, or take off the roof
In his desire to embrace me.
Bored with his progress, I hear him leave.
Seeking another conquest?
I sigh as I realise
He still lies by my side.
Still now. Still with me.
Sleeping, soundly and soundless,
And I wonder how he will move me tomorrow.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Mission Impossible?
When a guy from Cork
Met a girl called Kerry
She entranced him
with her poetry.
She asked him out
To make a duel
She had her doubts
But she had need of his fuel.
Is he an angel?
His face appears so.
She craves inner beauty.
How deep does his go?
She so wants to know.
Is he a demon?
For he raises the dead
and others non-existent
inside her head.
The inside of him
She’d like to explore
To feel if his bite
Is as fierce as his roar.
Or is it the truth
that he’s really a bore?
And how does he bend it
at match-point to score?
If she dredges for gold
Inside his mine(d)
What hidden treasures
might she find?
Do August fires rush
behind eyes of pure blue?
Sometimes deep and hot,
others shallow and cool.
How long will
his king rule me?
Is her mission
impossible? !!!
Met a girl called Kerry
She entranced him
with her poetry.
She asked him out
To make a duel
She had her doubts
But she had need of his fuel.
Is he an angel?
His face appears so.
She craves inner beauty.
How deep does his go?
She so wants to know.
Is he a demon?
For he raises the dead
and others non-existent
inside her head.
The inside of him
She’d like to explore
To feel if his bite
Is as fierce as his roar.
Or is it the truth
that he’s really a bore?
And how does he bend it
at match-point to score?
If she dredges for gold
Inside his mine(d)
What hidden treasures
might she find?
Do August fires rush
behind eyes of pure blue?
Sometimes deep and hot,
others shallow and cool.
How long will
his king rule me?
Is her mission
impossible? !!!
L’Une du LA
Monsieur Robert
Qu’est ce que tu faits?
Tu m’amuses bien
Tu vas changer?
Il a marqué sa peau
“Chacun à son gôut”
Il a cherché son cerveau
Qu’est ce qu’il a trouvé?
For us to approve?
Anges ou demons
Vivent chez toi?
Change et démonstration
Qu’est ce que c’est ce qu’il boit?
Son visage est pur
Son virage est où?
Il a de très belles allures
Nous les avons déjà vues.
Mais dommage
Il a fait ses faux pas
Il a dit beaucoup de fois
Voulez vous couchez
Avec moi ce soir?
Il va
Comme ci, comme ça.
Sa vie est son choix
Tu vois?
Plus ou moins
Il doit choisir entre-deux
(between two)
Parce-que
Tout en modération
C’est mieux
(que beaucoup)
Ecoute? Regarde! Sens!
Il écrit, chante et danse
Il attend et il pense
Avant qu’il ne commence.
Je te souhaite bon chance
Le nouveau monsieur Robert
Avec ses pieds sur la terre?
c. Kerry Turner May 2009
Qu’est ce que tu faits?
Tu m’amuses bien
Tu vas changer?
Il a marqué sa peau
“Chacun à son gôut”
Il a cherché son cerveau
Qu’est ce qu’il a trouvé?
For us to approve?
Anges ou demons
Vivent chez toi?
Change et démonstration
Qu’est ce que c’est ce qu’il boit?
Son visage est pur
Son virage est où?
Il a de très belles allures
Nous les avons déjà vues.
Mais dommage
Il a fait ses faux pas
Il a dit beaucoup de fois
Voulez vous couchez
Avec moi ce soir?
Il va
Comme ci, comme ça.
Sa vie est son choix
Tu vois?
Plus ou moins
Il doit choisir entre-deux
(between two)
Parce-que
Tout en modération
C’est mieux
(que beaucoup)
Ecoute? Regarde! Sens!
Il écrit, chante et danse
Il attend et il pense
Avant qu’il ne commence.
Je te souhaite bon chance
Le nouveau monsieur Robert
Avec ses pieds sur la terre?
c. Kerry Turner May 2009
On a plate?
One white circle
Simple, round.
One man’s choices
Complex? Profound?
Two flowers
Fragile. Petals unfurled.
Is this our glimpse
Into his world?
Scarlet faces
Sheathed in green
distant places
Route unseen.
Four black hearts
Divide these two
Hurting starts
Mourning due.
Clear heads, strong stems
Stand above
Stronger roots
Secured by love.
Simple, round.
One man’s choices
Complex? Profound?
Two flowers
Fragile. Petals unfurled.
Is this our glimpse
Into his world?
Scarlet faces
Sheathed in green
distant places
Route unseen.
Four black hearts
Divide these two
Hurting starts
Mourning due.
Clear heads, strong stems
Stand above
Stronger roots
Secured by love.
The Climber/ Rock Star!
The first step I take
Above the ground
Is the one which leaves me
Lost, I’ve found.
Through ropes and knots
I am secured
Through such connections
I’m reassured.
The man above
Defines our route
And furnishes it with
Poisonous fruit.
I don’t look down.
I don’t look up.
I just feel for my next move
Til I reach the top.
I place my trust
In the man on high
His choices and strength
May save my life.
And when I sit there
By his side
I feel a gratefulness
and pride.
To see the views
That he has seen
And ask myself
What does this mean.
[inspired by my first outdoor climb in the Langdales with Phil Ward, Elaine ward and Graham Hey]
Above the ground
Is the one which leaves me
Lost, I’ve found.
Through ropes and knots
I am secured
Through such connections
I’m reassured.
The man above
Defines our route
And furnishes it with
Poisonous fruit.
I don’t look down.
I don’t look up.
I just feel for my next move
Til I reach the top.
I place my trust
In the man on high
His choices and strength
May save my life.
And when I sit there
By his side
I feel a gratefulness
and pride.
To see the views
That he has seen
And ask myself
What does this mean.
[inspired by my first outdoor climb in the Langdales with Phil Ward, Elaine ward and Graham Hey]
The Gardener
She had a vision
Of living art
Beautiful images
To soften her heart
She desired an eden
A place of peace
A place where wonders
Would never cease.
She made a plan
And chose her plants
Shades and shapes
To compliment.
Every day
out there she toiled,
but her good intentions
were mostly foiled.
She strove for
The balance she desired.
Against which all
The plants conspired.
Daily they fought
a war for space
for mastery of
the botanical race.
Battles for light
And water ensued.
The winners grew stronger.
The losers withdrew.
As beds got warmer
Hussies coloured and danced
Looking for
A fruitful romance.
The birds and the bees
Joined in with the plot.
And soon whole spaces
Became nursery cots.
The weeds being the most insidious lot.
She weeded. She pruned.
She sowed by the moon.
But no matter what she did
They wouldn’t do as she bid.
Then one day
she downed her tools.
She left them
to live by their own rules.
Thinking them to be mere fools.
A few years later
The gardener returned.
And there was the garden
For which she’d yearned.
[Inspired by a visit to Holehird gardens in the Lake District on 21 May 2009 with Elaine Ward]
Of living art
Beautiful images
To soften her heart
She desired an eden
A place of peace
A place where wonders
Would never cease.
She made a plan
And chose her plants
Shades and shapes
To compliment.
Every day
out there she toiled,
but her good intentions
were mostly foiled.
She strove for
The balance she desired.
Against which all
The plants conspired.
Daily they fought
a war for space
for mastery of
the botanical race.
Battles for light
And water ensued.
The winners grew stronger.
The losers withdrew.
As beds got warmer
Hussies coloured and danced
Looking for
A fruitful romance.
The birds and the bees
Joined in with the plot.
And soon whole spaces
Became nursery cots.
The weeds being the most insidious lot.
She weeded. She pruned.
She sowed by the moon.
But no matter what she did
They wouldn’t do as she bid.
Then one day
she downed her tools.
She left them
to live by their own rules.
Thinking them to be mere fools.
A few years later
The gardener returned.
And there was the garden
For which she’d yearned.
[Inspired by a visit to Holehird gardens in the Lake District on 21 May 2009 with Elaine Ward]
Sunday, May 3, 2009
The Light
Sometimes I feel him touch my cheek
Kiss my closed eyes
And I can’t resist.
What will he bring me today?
I open my eyes a little
And he sneaks in
Eyes wide open
He is all around me
Everywhere
He whispers in my ear
“come to me…
I have new things to show you”
“I will never leave you
Wipe away your tears
Your path is clear
I need you
I can’t do this without you
You are me
We are one
Now get up
We have work to do!”
He is with me always
All day through I feel him.
With him life is vibrant, rich, intoxicating
He guides me
Shows me the way
Where to find the pieces
And how to put them together, perfectly.
Beautiful pictures.
A day spent with him
Is worth forever with any other
He takes me to my limits
And gives me the courage to go beyond
And I find him there too
And when I need rest
He takes me there
Peace, no doubts
And I know that he will be there for me tomorrow
And the day after
Ad infinitum
That he will never leave me.
23 April 2009
Kiss my closed eyes
And I can’t resist.
What will he bring me today?
I open my eyes a little
And he sneaks in
Eyes wide open
He is all around me
Everywhere
He whispers in my ear
“come to me…
I have new things to show you”
“I will never leave you
Wipe away your tears
Your path is clear
I need you
I can’t do this without you
You are me
We are one
Now get up
We have work to do!”
He is with me always
All day through I feel him.
With him life is vibrant, rich, intoxicating
He guides me
Shows me the way
Where to find the pieces
And how to put them together, perfectly.
Beautiful pictures.
A day spent with him
Is worth forever with any other
He takes me to my limits
And gives me the courage to go beyond
And I find him there too
And when I need rest
He takes me there
Peace, no doubts
And I know that he will be there for me tomorrow
And the day after
Ad infinitum
That he will never leave me.
23 April 2009
The Dark
Except that sometimes I feel he does…
Dawn
Pours scorn
On me
I am torn
And forlorn
I mourn
For me.
Blank page
Inner rage
Lost
In a maze
No passing phase
Sending
me senseless
making me pay
each minute
of each day
words
I daren’t say
Taunting
With glee
Slowly
Killing me.
Dawn
Pours scorn
On me
I am torn
And forlorn
I mourn
For me.
Blank page
Inner rage
Lost
In a maze
No passing phase
Sending
me senseless
making me pay
each minute
of each day
words
I daren’t say
Taunting
With glee
Slowly
Killing me.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
In love?
What is being in love?
Let me try to explain:
It’s like a disease
with symptoms and pain.
Being in love is
always the same.
It often brings shame
then who is to blame?
But before it brings more.
Someone you adore.
Someone you are sure
you could never abhor.
For one precious moment
to have and to hold
and other things
better not told.
Just the mention of his name
Will have your heart leap
Struggling to breathe
In the cool of the heat.
I started being in love
from an early age.
Then Captain Kirk and Elvis
were always my rage.
After I had
a crush on a friend.
My thoughts about her
could really offend.
Then after at school
for my teachers I’d yearn.
Happily, that always
helped me to learn.
At work I had crushes
on various guys.
All of whom I’d
eventually despise.
I’ve found I’ve never
grown out of it.
This need to adore
some forbidden shit.
Let me try to explain:
It’s like a disease
with symptoms and pain.
Being in love is
always the same.
It often brings shame
then who is to blame?
But before it brings more.
Someone you adore.
Someone you are sure
you could never abhor.
For one precious moment
to have and to hold
and other things
better not told.
Just the mention of his name
Will have your heart leap
Struggling to breathe
In the cool of the heat.
I started being in love
from an early age.
Then Captain Kirk and Elvis
were always my rage.
After I had
a crush on a friend.
My thoughts about her
could really offend.
Then after at school
for my teachers I’d yearn.
Happily, that always
helped me to learn.
At work I had crushes
on various guys.
All of whom I’d
eventually despise.
I’ve found I’ve never
grown out of it.
This need to adore
some forbidden shit.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Who am I?
Today I woke on a bed of straw
And looked out through a stable door
My breakfast strewn about the floor
Iron shoes nailed to my toes
Hair and rugs instead of clothes
I can sleep while standing up
Water's the only ale I sup
And never from a glass or cup
I take my bath in a pool of dust
And work an hour to earn a crust
My ears are large, my sight is blurred
My tongue is huge but I can't speak a word
But I know how to get my way
Deeds and motions are my say
Money? What use is that to me
Except to eat or mop up pee?
I have little I can call mine
Just my heart, my brain, my spine
Between my legs I have no balls
But confidence permeates my all
Would I exchange my life for yours?
Never
Whoever
Could want for more?
And looked out through a stable door
My breakfast strewn about the floor
Iron shoes nailed to my toes
Hair and rugs instead of clothes
I can sleep while standing up
Water's the only ale I sup
And never from a glass or cup
I take my bath in a pool of dust
And work an hour to earn a crust
My ears are large, my sight is blurred
My tongue is huge but I can't speak a word
But I know how to get my way
Deeds and motions are my say
Money? What use is that to me
Except to eat or mop up pee?
I have little I can call mine
Just my heart, my brain, my spine
Between my legs I have no balls
But confidence permeates my all
Would I exchange my life for yours?
Never
Whoever
Could want for more?
Friday, March 27, 2009
Some people have lessons
Some people have lessons to demonstrate their prowess
Some people have lessons their friends to impress
Some people have lessons succumbing to pressure
Some people have lessons merely for pleasure
Some people have lessons to pick up some tips
Some people have lessons because they like the trips
Some people have lessons because they feel they should
Some people would have more lessons if only they could
Some people have lessons thier scores to improve
Some people have lessons to get their horses to move
Some people have lessons just for the ride
Some people have lessons thier hopes and fears to confide
Some people have lessons to talk and to chat
Some people have lessons to learn how to plait
Some people have lessons their teacher to praise
The next time you see them it's a new teacher, a new craze
Some people have lessons to relieve their stress
But very few have lessons to make any progress
Some people have lessons their friends to impress
Some people have lessons succumbing to pressure
Some people have lessons merely for pleasure
Some people have lessons to pick up some tips
Some people have lessons because they like the trips
Some people have lessons because they feel they should
Some people would have more lessons if only they could
Some people have lessons thier scores to improve
Some people have lessons to get their horses to move
Some people have lessons just for the ride
Some people have lessons thier hopes and fears to confide
Some people have lessons to talk and to chat
Some people have lessons to learn how to plait
Some people have lessons their teacher to praise
The next time you see them it's a new teacher, a new craze
Some people have lessons to relieve their stress
But very few have lessons to make any progress
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I offer my hand
I offer my hand
Accept it, I demand
You spit it back, your reprimand
It is unacceptable.
I offer my hand
You pull and you jerk
I pull back and you smirk
It is unacceptable.
I offer my hand
I am not sure, I’m afraid
Your trust starts to fade
I am unacceptable.
I offer my hand
I believe, I am true
This hand’s worthy of you
You take it, what joy
It is acceptable.
I am accepted.
Accept it, I demand
You spit it back, your reprimand
It is unacceptable.
I offer my hand
You pull and you jerk
I pull back and you smirk
It is unacceptable.
I offer my hand
I am not sure, I’m afraid
Your trust starts to fade
I am unacceptable.
I offer my hand
I believe, I am true
This hand’s worthy of you
You take it, what joy
It is acceptable.
I am accepted.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
The actor
Strong and weak
Shallow and deep
Thorn and rose
One perpetual pose
Naked with clothes
Active in repose
Torn and forlorn
Recognition adorns
Precious and precocious
Feral and ferocious
Pauper and king
Innocence and sin
Lose and win
A passionate thing.
Drowning in fire
This honest liar
Sinking while floating
Fawning while gloating
Boss and slave
Cowardly brave
Reject and crave
Can he save
Himself?
Master of roles
Escaping the droll
Mistaken and understood
Mere flesh and blood
Luxurious wealth
Hiding with stealth
From being himself
What toll on his health?
His aching heel?
The reel.
For ‘tis our applause
Which makes him kneel
At our altar.
Feb 2009
Shallow and deep
Thorn and rose
One perpetual pose
Naked with clothes
Active in repose
Torn and forlorn
Recognition adorns
Precious and precocious
Feral and ferocious
Pauper and king
Innocence and sin
Lose and win
A passionate thing.
Drowning in fire
This honest liar
Sinking while floating
Fawning while gloating
Boss and slave
Cowardly brave
Reject and crave
Can he save
Himself?
Master of roles
Escaping the droll
Mistaken and understood
Mere flesh and blood
Luxurious wealth
Hiding with stealth
From being himself
What toll on his health?
His aching heel?
The reel.
For ‘tis our applause
Which makes him kneel
At our altar.
Feb 2009
Colours of Life
White
Pure and light
Snow and ghosts
Thoughts in flight
Black
Forest and night
Dark and cold
Evil might.
Grey
Tears and fears
Clouds and ashes
Prevaricating Peers
Red
Blood and wine
Crazed and angry
End of the line
Yellow
Flowers and sun
Bright and fun
The maillot jaune
A coward’s run
Blue
Seas and skies
Deep and broad
Movies and worries
Appealing eyes
Green
Grass and trees
On target, proceed
Envy, greed.
Clear?
Pure and light
Snow and ghosts
Thoughts in flight
Black
Forest and night
Dark and cold
Evil might.
Grey
Tears and fears
Clouds and ashes
Prevaricating Peers
Red
Blood and wine
Crazed and angry
End of the line
Yellow
Flowers and sun
Bright and fun
The maillot jaune
A coward’s run
Blue
Seas and skies
Deep and broad
Movies and worries
Appealing eyes
Green
Grass and trees
On target, proceed
Envy, greed.
Clear?
The Murderer
Today by nature I’ve been tried
And she won’t be pacified
She accuses me of awful crimes
Whilst living in these peaceful times.
The issue is that few can see
We’re living in the midst of world war III
Each day a peaceful war takes place
For mastery of the human race.
It’s time to stop sitting on the fence
With the weight of evidence
I break down, I confess
This man’s life is marked by death
This devastation is called progress.
And she won’t be pacified
She accuses me of awful crimes
Whilst living in these peaceful times.
The issue is that few can see
We’re living in the midst of world war III
Each day a peaceful war takes place
For mastery of the human race.
It’s time to stop sitting on the fence
With the weight of evidence
I break down, I confess
This man’s life is marked by death
This devastation is called progress.
Sticks and stones
Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But words will never
Hurt me.
No not words
Its thoughts that kill
They drill deep holes
within my skull.
All the good
Just leaches out
As the voices in there
Curse and shout
Filling me
with fear and doubt
and emptiness.
May break my bones
But words will never
Hurt me.
No not words
Its thoughts that kill
They drill deep holes
within my skull.
All the good
Just leaches out
As the voices in there
Curse and shout
Filling me
with fear and doubt
and emptiness.
My Bed
My bed
My place
My escape
From the human race.
Lying here
Is my disgrace
Outside, the pace
Is too fast for me.
So I lie here
Waiting for better days.
My place
My escape
From the human race.
Lying here
Is my disgrace
Outside, the pace
Is too fast for me.
So I lie here
Waiting for better days.
Hypocrits
Say yes, mean maybe
Say no, mean maybe
See black, say grey
See white, say grey
Disease, pain, future
Pleasure, ease, today.
Low commitment
High delay
Who will pay?
Say no, mean maybe
See black, say grey
See white, say grey
Disease, pain, future
Pleasure, ease, today.
Low commitment
High delay
Who will pay?
Life Cycle
Baby, weak?
Blank sheet
Fear, fate
Eat, regurgitate.
Child, strong?
Same, belong
Subjects, separate
Read, regurgitate.
Worker, why?
Things to buy
Out with mate
Drink, regurgitate.
Parent, how?
Father, son
Right, wrong
Repeat, regurgitate.
Baby, weak?
Blank sheet
Fear, fate
Eat, regurgitate.
Child, strong?
Same, belong
Subjects, separate
Read, regurgitate.
Worker, why?
Things to buy
Out with mate
Drink, regurgitate.
Parent, how?
Father, son
Right, wrong
Repeat, regurgitate.
Baby, weak?
On cosmetic surgery
Outside
Same,
Size, shape
Sheep?
Inside
Shame,
Fear, difference
Shape?
Money plus knife equals beauty?
Different equals strange.
Outside
Diverse
Unique, individual
Fish?
Inside
This verse
Understanding, loving
Bliss?
Knowledge plus life equals beauty
Different equals strong.
c. Kerry Turner October 2007
Same,
Size, shape
Sheep?
Inside
Shame,
Fear, difference
Shape?
Money plus knife equals beauty?
Different equals strange.
Outside
Diverse
Unique, individual
Fish?
Inside
This verse
Understanding, loving
Bliss?
Knowledge plus life equals beauty
Different equals strong.
c. Kerry Turner October 2007
Dr Dr
Dr Dr help me please
I’m out of breath, I cannot breathe
My heart is beating really fast
I’m afraid each beat may be my last
My joints they ache, I’m black and blue
I can’t bend down to tie my shoe
And then there’s my problems with the loo.
I’m up at least 6 times a night
This constant pissing’s really shite
Half my teeth have fallen out
My big toe’s sore. Could it be gout?
My ear is really hurting me
My eyes they smart I cannot see.
Sometimes I cough so much it hurts
My food ends up all down my shirts
Dr Dr I’m so glum
The only working part’s my tongue.
I’m out of breath, I cannot breathe
My heart is beating really fast
I’m afraid each beat may be my last
My joints they ache, I’m black and blue
I can’t bend down to tie my shoe
And then there’s my problems with the loo.
I’m up at least 6 times a night
This constant pissing’s really shite
Half my teeth have fallen out
My big toe’s sore. Could it be gout?
My ear is really hurting me
My eyes they smart I cannot see.
Sometimes I cough so much it hurts
My food ends up all down my shirts
Dr Dr I’m so glum
The only working part’s my tongue.
Old Stig
77 years old, how often I’m told
It’s time to slow down, and fit in the mould.
Last year, craving youth, I bought a new bike
She’s my heavy metal, elixir for my psyche.
She is a beauty. Her lines sleek and smooth
Curves in all the right places, designed for fast moves.
Each time I see her is just like the first
She never taunts me or brings out my worst.
She’s a fit lady. She sips on her juice.
Shaken not stirred. Tight never loose.
Time for her pampering, her skin polished til it shines
All her joints oiled, protected. When she flows so do I.
If sometimes I don’t see her, she never shows what she feels
She stands aloof and centred while I try my mates wheels.
If ever I should tyre of her or yearn for pastures new
She doesn’t demand a divorce. She comes to my rescue.
Do I love her? Yes I do. She’s cast her spell on me.
Ageless and timeless, turned on by her key.
It’s time to slow down, and fit in the mould.
Last year, craving youth, I bought a new bike
She’s my heavy metal, elixir for my psyche.
She is a beauty. Her lines sleek and smooth
Curves in all the right places, designed for fast moves.
Each time I see her is just like the first
She never taunts me or brings out my worst.
She’s a fit lady. She sips on her juice.
Shaken not stirred. Tight never loose.
Time for her pampering, her skin polished til it shines
All her joints oiled, protected. When she flows so do I.
If sometimes I don’t see her, she never shows what she feels
She stands aloof and centred while I try my mates wheels.
If ever I should tyre of her or yearn for pastures new
She doesn’t demand a divorce. She comes to my rescue.
Do I love her? Yes I do. She’s cast her spell on me.
Ageless and timeless, turned on by her key.
Dead
What is death?
When I breathe my last breath?
When my heart ceases to beat?
When my last brain cell resigns in defeat?
When am I dead?
When I no longer need to be fed?
When my body’s as hard as lead?
When I’m no longer in my head?
When there’s no more dread?
When my words are no longer read, or said?
Is that dead?
When I breathe my last breath?
When my heart ceases to beat?
When my last brain cell resigns in defeat?
When am I dead?
When I no longer need to be fed?
When my body’s as hard as lead?
When I’m no longer in my head?
When there’s no more dread?
When my words are no longer read, or said?
Is that dead?
The eagle and the rabbit
Eagle
On the wall
Watching, waiting, wanting
Warren
Rabbit waking
Wandering, wavering
No warning
Eagle
Swooping
Rabbit
Waning.
Eagle plus Rabbit equals Eagle
Understanding
Weeping.
c. Kerry Turner October 2007
On the wall
Watching, waiting, wanting
Warren
Rabbit waking
Wandering, wavering
No warning
Eagle
Swooping
Rabbit
Waning.
Eagle plus Rabbit equals Eagle
Understanding
Weeping.
c. Kerry Turner October 2007
If people were ponies
If people were ponies
Bedrooms become stables
Males sleep in dormitories
Inadequate males castrated
Best males “papered”.
Best mares mated.
Best gals their trainers
Guys strengthened, stretched, stimulated
dressed, nurtured,
never berated.
Playtime paddocks
Kicking their heels
Scratching their backs
Testing their mates
Freedom confined
This is the pact.
Meanwhile she
Learns all she can
In her quest
To improve her man.
Controlling herself
Moving with ease
Creative, energetic
Thank you and please.
Developing herself
Developing him
Partners for life
This is her aim.
Could people be ponies?
c. Kerry Turner November 2007
Bedrooms become stables
Males sleep in dormitories
Inadequate males castrated
Best males “papered”.
Best mares mated.
Best gals their trainers
Guys strengthened, stretched, stimulated
dressed, nurtured,
never berated.
Playtime paddocks
Kicking their heels
Scratching their backs
Testing their mates
Freedom confined
This is the pact.
Meanwhile she
Learns all she can
In her quest
To improve her man.
Controlling herself
Moving with ease
Creative, energetic
Thank you and please.
Developing herself
Developing him
Partners for life
This is her aim.
Could people be ponies?
c. Kerry Turner November 2007
The Feeling of You
This feeling is special.
Why?
Could it be the look in your eye?
I’m drawn into you
Or have I drawn you into me?
Let me experiment.
Help me to see.
I feel you now.
Deep in my brain
Massaging each synapse
Easing the pain
Softening my eyes
Always whys
I see all and nothing
Your trance hypnotised.
My mind, liquid soft
Is this how you feel?
My tongue, velvet mouth
And moist liquid seal.
Now I’m breathing with you
Or breathing you in?
My inspiration, your air
Lighter, I’m flying
Confidently bare.
Repeat and repent
Never relent
Is this what you meant
By your experiment?
Why?
Could it be the look in your eye?
I’m drawn into you
Or have I drawn you into me?
Let me experiment.
Help me to see.
I feel you now.
Deep in my brain
Massaging each synapse
Easing the pain
Softening my eyes
Always whys
I see all and nothing
Your trance hypnotised.
My mind, liquid soft
Is this how you feel?
My tongue, velvet mouth
And moist liquid seal.
Now I’m breathing with you
Or breathing you in?
My inspiration, your air
Lighter, I’m flying
Confidently bare.
Repeat and repent
Never relent
Is this what you meant
By your experiment?
The Loner
I touch her cautiously, carefully
As if for the first time,
Sensing her heat, her texture.
I embrace her
Softly at first, testing her reaction.
My focus?
My breathing, my sensitivity to her, how I use myself
Always her. Her. And me.
Now I feel her all around me
Caressing my body
Easing my mind
Less and less resistant
More open to me
Wanting me, through her
My aim?
Connection, harmony with her
Always we. Oui?
She is my meditation
Water on my brain
She stimulates me.
My mantra is more
Stroking her
Length after length
Relentless,
Again,
Always repeating.
Resistance, minimal now
Exquisite awareness
I breathe with her
My heart beats for her
I am higher, lighter
I am alive.
Always satiated with her.
She is my release
Will she release me?
My thoughts turn
She clings to me
A last attempt to suck me back into her arms
I climb out and creep away
Droplets of her on my skin
Separate we are less graceful
More ordinary
Just a swimming pool and a regular guy.
As if for the first time,
Sensing her heat, her texture.
I embrace her
Softly at first, testing her reaction.
My focus?
My breathing, my sensitivity to her, how I use myself
Always her. Her. And me.
Now I feel her all around me
Caressing my body
Easing my mind
Less and less resistant
More open to me
Wanting me, through her
My aim?
Connection, harmony with her
Always we. Oui?
She is my meditation
Water on my brain
She stimulates me.
My mantra is more
Stroking her
Length after length
Relentless,
Again,
Always repeating.
Resistance, minimal now
Exquisite awareness
I breathe with her
My heart beats for her
I am higher, lighter
I am alive.
Always satiated with her.
She is my release
Will she release me?
My thoughts turn
She clings to me
A last attempt to suck me back into her arms
I climb out and creep away
Droplets of her on my skin
Separate we are less graceful
More ordinary
Just a swimming pool and a regular guy.
The Guitar
I am beautiful
draped around his shoulders
supported by him
but I have no soul.
He gives me life
He is my Frankenstein
I am always available
Receptive to his touch
responsive to him.
He explores himself through me
He gives me a voice and I sing for him
He made me this way, hyper sensitive
one false move
and I must punish him
I can do no other.
I cannot forgive him
but I bear no grudges
I am always the same
his battle is with himself
his shame.
He can't sweet talk me
I respond to his feel
With me he gives himself away
I help him heal.
Together, we are more
you like, you adore
after, encore
I am left on a stand.
I lose his touch
we hear your hands.
(fyi - One of three poems inspired by guitarist John Petrucci. This to be read with "The Guitarist")
draped around his shoulders
supported by him
but I have no soul.
He gives me life
He is my Frankenstein
I am always available
Receptive to his touch
responsive to him.
He explores himself through me
He gives me a voice and I sing for him
He made me this way, hyper sensitive
one false move
and I must punish him
I can do no other.
I cannot forgive him
but I bear no grudges
I am always the same
his battle is with himself
his shame.
He can't sweet talk me
I respond to his feel
With me he gives himself away
I help him heal.
Together, we are more
you like, you adore
after, encore
I am left on a stand.
I lose his touch
we hear your hands.
(fyi - One of three poems inspired by guitarist John Petrucci. This to be read with "The Guitarist")
The Guitarist
I step on the stage
my mistress awaits
my calm is my rage
our audience anticipates.
Draped around my shoulders
I carry her with ease
My fingers tease her vocal chords
and she starts to breathe.
I press all her pedals
and stretch all her strings.
I play with my plectrum
and she starts to sing.
Distant yet close
confined yet free
I breathe and liquify
my cool is my heat
my sensation exquisite.
My fingers are fire
touch her and she burns
our heat singes you
as my attention turns.
Faster, I freeze.
Her shriek strikes my soul
I blink, c'est fini
This rock sometimes rolls.
I embrace her renewed
after our tiff
forgiven, in my heaven
my kiss heals the riff(t).
(fyi - One of three poems inspired by guitarist John Petrucci. This one intended to be read with "The Guitar")
my mistress awaits
my calm is my rage
our audience anticipates.
Draped around my shoulders
I carry her with ease
My fingers tease her vocal chords
and she starts to breathe.
I press all her pedals
and stretch all her strings.
I play with my plectrum
and she starts to sing.
Distant yet close
confined yet free
I breathe and liquify
my cool is my heat
my sensation exquisite.
My fingers are fire
touch her and she burns
our heat singes you
as my attention turns.
Faster, I freeze.
Her shriek strikes my soul
I blink, c'est fini
This rock sometimes rolls.
I embrace her renewed
after our tiff
forgiven, in my heaven
my kiss heals the riff(t).
(fyi - One of three poems inspired by guitarist John Petrucci. This one intended to be read with "The Guitar")
As you were
I gaze on you in fascination
Ever seeking comprehension
Tell me where can you be found
In these pictures?
Lost in sound?
Which one is you in your disc eyes?
Which one the lion?
The one who lies
On a rock
And chants
The art of pomp and circumstance.
The new millennium arrived
In a raven-haired Jesus’ eyes
Not quite sure
Idealistic. Pure?
Making a stand.
A flame, blood red,
Cradled in your hands.
Time moves on
To two oh oh three
You stare in the mirror
We like what you see.
Shorn and set free
The gleaming black mane
Radiant, confident
Basking in fame?
The lion now is playing a lamb
Maybe a pirate? Sometimes a ram?
Is this one the family man?
The one who makes his bread with jam?
Tell me did you seek add vice
Consolation for her sacrifice?
I think I see it in your eyes………………
Four years passed since your G3 kiss
But mark the metamorphosis
The lion has become a bear
What answers lie within his lair?
I wonder what has become of him
The one who tore us limb from limb?
Confined, perhaps within his walls
Built to save him from a fall.
Tell me have I understood
This guy is more than strings and would
No tell me I don’t understand
You never would extend your hand.
To me.
(fyi - This poem is dedicated to G3 guitarist John Petrucci)
Ever seeking comprehension
Tell me where can you be found
In these pictures?
Lost in sound?
Which one is you in your disc eyes?
Which one the lion?
The one who lies
On a rock
And chants
The art of pomp and circumstance.
The new millennium arrived
In a raven-haired Jesus’ eyes
Not quite sure
Idealistic. Pure?
Making a stand.
A flame, blood red,
Cradled in your hands.
Time moves on
To two oh oh three
You stare in the mirror
We like what you see.
Shorn and set free
The gleaming black mane
Radiant, confident
Basking in fame?
The lion now is playing a lamb
Maybe a pirate? Sometimes a ram?
Is this one the family man?
The one who makes his bread with jam?
Tell me did you seek add vice
Consolation for her sacrifice?
I think I see it in your eyes………………
Four years passed since your G3 kiss
But mark the metamorphosis
The lion has become a bear
What answers lie within his lair?
I wonder what has become of him
The one who tore us limb from limb?
Confined, perhaps within his walls
Built to save him from a fall.
Tell me have I understood
This guy is more than strings and would
No tell me I don’t understand
You never would extend your hand.
To me.
(fyi - This poem is dedicated to G3 guitarist John Petrucci)
A Horse’s story
Forwards I move
Getting into the groove
I breathe and I blow
I release and I flow.
Blood courses through my veins
He feels it in the rein
Melting body, easing mind
Focus on him
Otherwise blind.
Lost in sensation
Systemic fascination
Two beings unite
No fear, pure sight.
A pause you don’t see
A release and I’m free
Forwards and light
Grounded in flight.
We straighten, we bend
Thro’ patterns we blend
We turn left and right
My steps increasing in height.
We stretch and we tone
My muscle, his bone.
Softer, I’m through
Both him and you
He asks for more
Now I’m really off the floor.
Piaffe, passage, pirouettes and changes
Transitions, precision in all my three paces.
Together we’re blessed
Separate less.
Just a guy and a horse
His dismount, our divorce.
c. Kerry Turner Nov 2007
Getting into the groove
I breathe and I blow
I release and I flow.
Blood courses through my veins
He feels it in the rein
Melting body, easing mind
Focus on him
Otherwise blind.
Lost in sensation
Systemic fascination
Two beings unite
No fear, pure sight.
A pause you don’t see
A release and I’m free
Forwards and light
Grounded in flight.
We straighten, we bend
Thro’ patterns we blend
We turn left and right
My steps increasing in height.
We stretch and we tone
My muscle, his bone.
Softer, I’m through
Both him and you
He asks for more
Now I’m really off the floor.
Piaffe, passage, pirouettes and changes
Transitions, precision in all my three paces.
Together we’re blessed
Separate less.
Just a guy and a horse
His dismount, our divorce.
c. Kerry Turner Nov 2007
The Trees
Here you stand
Skeletal but proud
Striking a pose
Naked, no clothes
Cryogenically froze
What lucid dreams
Absorb you?
Such brittle bones
Who would confess
You are sleeping beauties undressed?
Spring again
The kiss of the sun calls
And you melt in his warmth
Removing our layers
As you don yours
Time for new finery
A fashion show of latest shades
No rival in Paris
Velvet green
Blossom cream
Natures showers
Wash you clean
In liquid warmth
You luxuriate, unfurl
No longer bashful
Summer burns
We bask and thirst
We yearn for cool
We hide in your shade
As you seek out the light
Shimmering jewels and perfumes
The winds plays
And we hear your voice.
Autumn sneaks in
We are jaded and faded
The wind steals your clothes
our eyes are pleased
Daily we observe your silent striptease
As you dance to the rhythm of natures breeze.
Skeletal but proud
Striking a pose
Naked, no clothes
Cryogenically froze
What lucid dreams
Absorb you?
Such brittle bones
Who would confess
You are sleeping beauties undressed?
Spring again
The kiss of the sun calls
And you melt in his warmth
Removing our layers
As you don yours
Time for new finery
A fashion show of latest shades
No rival in Paris
Velvet green
Blossom cream
Natures showers
Wash you clean
In liquid warmth
You luxuriate, unfurl
No longer bashful
Summer burns
We bask and thirst
We yearn for cool
We hide in your shade
As you seek out the light
Shimmering jewels and perfumes
The winds plays
And we hear your voice.
Autumn sneaks in
We are jaded and faded
The wind steals your clothes
our eyes are pleased
Daily we observe your silent striptease
As you dance to the rhythm of natures breeze.
The Gravestone
I don’t exist
Carve up my parts and I am lost.
My role is the whole.
My genetic parents gave me life.
A chance to see.
“I” emerged through my choices
touched by countless others
whys made me wise
hows made me whole
a world inside and outside me
I am a node. A synapse of the universal brain
Contorted by the performance measures of mankind’s beautiful game.
My mantra is more
More qualifications
More money
More houses
More cars
More kids
More proofs of worth
None silence the doubt of my existence
The unspoken so what
Avoided, unanswered
Too frightening to contemplate
So I run faster and shoot more goals.
My fortress is strong
And keeps you out
And the one who doubts
Is locked prisoner in the garrison
Sometimes I hear him shout
“This is not your fortress
and it’s crumbling. You will let me out”
where is safety?
Where is my home?
Am I alone?
With my gravestone?
My story. His story.
Eternal life
Two nodes united.
One purpose.
No strife
Now I know God
My fortress crumbles.
Carve up my parts and I am lost.
My role is the whole.
My genetic parents gave me life.
A chance to see.
“I” emerged through my choices
touched by countless others
whys made me wise
hows made me whole
a world inside and outside me
I am a node. A synapse of the universal brain
Contorted by the performance measures of mankind’s beautiful game.
My mantra is more
More qualifications
More money
More houses
More cars
More kids
More proofs of worth
None silence the doubt of my existence
The unspoken so what
Avoided, unanswered
Too frightening to contemplate
So I run faster and shoot more goals.
My fortress is strong
And keeps you out
And the one who doubts
Is locked prisoner in the garrison
Sometimes I hear him shout
“This is not your fortress
and it’s crumbling. You will let me out”
where is safety?
Where is my home?
Am I alone?
With my gravestone?
My story. His story.
Eternal life
Two nodes united.
One purpose.
No strife
Now I know God
My fortress crumbles.
I wonder
He’s always there
When I look up
Standing
Staring straight back at me
He has no eyes
But still he pries
Into my life.
Today he’s just a silhouette
Framed by my window
He dominates my point of view
His body wrapped in a blanket of ivy
As he reaches outwards and upwards
Some others copy the fashion
But it fits their weaker frame less well
I wonder how many are his relatives?
He’s older than me
Older than my home
Older than the others of his kind
He’s a survivor
I wonder if his mother can see him now
If she watches him each day like me.
I wonder if his relatives are close
Creating soil by recycling old clothes.
When I look up
Standing
Staring straight back at me
He has no eyes
But still he pries
Into my life.
Today he’s just a silhouette
Framed by my window
He dominates my point of view
His body wrapped in a blanket of ivy
As he reaches outwards and upwards
Some others copy the fashion
But it fits their weaker frame less well
I wonder how many are his relatives?
He’s older than me
Older than my home
Older than the others of his kind
He’s a survivor
I wonder if his mother can see him now
If she watches him each day like me.
I wonder if his relatives are close
Creating soil by recycling old clothes.
Guinea Pigs
I wish I was a guinea pig
Cos then I wouldn't give a fig
I'd run around and fart and squeak
and shit on laps or have a leak.
I'd eat my oats
and screw my dad
and act like I am going mad
everyone would say I'm cute
tho I only wear my birthday suit
A guineas life is great you see
Bye for now I need a pee!
Cos then I wouldn't give a fig
I'd run around and fart and squeak
and shit on laps or have a leak.
I'd eat my oats
and screw my dad
and act like I am going mad
everyone would say I'm cute
tho I only wear my birthday suit
A guineas life is great you see
Bye for now I need a pee!
Dear Client
Thank you for your ITT
We’re really very pleased
To give our views on your issue,
Our workplan and our fees.
You want to solve the problem
Of ex-cons who re-offend.
Don’t worry we’ll add value
There’s no problem we can’t mend.
By the way how much do you have to spend?
Our team is ready and waiting
The best in all the land
Well at least they’ve done the training course
And a briefing’s being planned.
We’ve contacted our expert
Who we haven't seen for years
But she’s asking the same old questions
That we never liked to hear.
Why do we humans turn to crime?
And lie and steal and cheat?
Now solving that conundrum
Would really be a feat!
But if folks behaved rationally
There would be no problems at all
What would happen to jailers, police, probationers,
Consultants?
Well at least taxes would fall!
But sadly this is not to be
Our client has failed to see
The best team out is KPMG
So let’s get back to me! Me! me!
We’re really very pleased
To give our views on your issue,
Our workplan and our fees.
You want to solve the problem
Of ex-cons who re-offend.
Don’t worry we’ll add value
There’s no problem we can’t mend.
By the way how much do you have to spend?
Our team is ready and waiting
The best in all the land
Well at least they’ve done the training course
And a briefing’s being planned.
We’ve contacted our expert
Who we haven't seen for years
But she’s asking the same old questions
That we never liked to hear.
Why do we humans turn to crime?
And lie and steal and cheat?
Now solving that conundrum
Would really be a feat!
But if folks behaved rationally
There would be no problems at all
What would happen to jailers, police, probationers,
Consultants?
Well at least taxes would fall!
But sadly this is not to be
Our client has failed to see
The best team out is KPMG
So let’s get back to me! Me! me!
A horse died today
A horse died
While people watched
And others, hearing of the death,
Came to see him too.
A horse died
In glory, he was a winner.
The lady owner cried
It was the first time she’d seen him this year.
A horse died
Others passed, too quickly to see
On their way to collect
Their winnings or for a pee.
A horse died
He was fast, now he’s fast on forever
Was he really alive?
Before, now or ever?
A horse died
Now he’s safe, for he’ll never lose
And end up old and thin
In a field full of poos.
While people watched
And others, hearing of the death,
Came to see him too.
A horse died
In glory, he was a winner.
The lady owner cried
It was the first time she’d seen him this year.
A horse died
Others passed, too quickly to see
On their way to collect
Their winnings or for a pee.
A horse died
He was fast, now he’s fast on forever
Was he really alive?
Before, now or ever?
A horse died
Now he’s safe, for he’ll never lose
And end up old and thin
In a field full of poos.
An old friend
lonely
don’t like people.
want to belong
don’t want others to be long with me.
imprisoned
want to be free.
hungry
won’t eat.
want things
won’t spend.
tired
don’t sleep.
soft
won’t bend.
old
want to be young.
disabled
want to run.
want to get up
scared I’ll fall.
“Thanks for coming.
I was going to call.”
I want you to listen
Oh can’t you see
All I want
Is a chat over tea.
don’t like people.
want to belong
don’t want others to be long with me.
imprisoned
want to be free.
hungry
won’t eat.
want things
won’t spend.
tired
don’t sleep.
soft
won’t bend.
old
want to be young.
disabled
want to run.
want to get up
scared I’ll fall.
“Thanks for coming.
I was going to call.”
I want you to listen
Oh can’t you see
All I want
Is a chat over tea.
Fat
My fat
my choice
feed exceeds need
my greed.
My fat
my right
wear big clothes
take more space
my disgrace.
My fat
my excuse
Movement difficult
Consume and spectate
My morbid state.
My fat
my health
Strangled organs struggle
doctors assess
my lack of progress.
My fat
not my fault
ate the ads
no choice
my vice.
My fat
Not happy
suffer alone
One more mouthful in the coffin
Mind your own business, boffin.
my choice
feed exceeds need
my greed.
My fat
my right
wear big clothes
take more space
my disgrace.
My fat
my excuse
Movement difficult
Consume and spectate
My morbid state.
My fat
my health
Strangled organs struggle
doctors assess
my lack of progress.
My fat
not my fault
ate the ads
no choice
my vice.
My fat
Not happy
suffer alone
One more mouthful in the coffin
Mind your own business, boffin.
Your cat
I want to be your cat
To wrap myself around your legs
To see you eye to eye
To purr as you caress me in your lap.
To test my claws on your skin
To breathe you in, in and more in
To smell you, to taste you, to feel you
All of you with all of me.
But if I am a cat
I need more than this
I need to eat and sleep
and poo and piss.
I need to be with other cats
To spit
and fight
and arch my back.
Can you accept me?
This is me.
I’m just a stupid cat
You see.
To wrap myself around your legs
To see you eye to eye
To purr as you caress me in your lap.
To test my claws on your skin
To breathe you in, in and more in
To smell you, to taste you, to feel you
All of you with all of me.
But if I am a cat
I need more than this
I need to eat and sleep
and poo and piss.
I need to be with other cats
To spit
and fight
and arch my back.
Can you accept me?
This is me.
I’m just a stupid cat
You see.
The Buzzard
I’m flying high
I want to sing and scream
And cry
For joy.
I soar, I swoop
On wings of faith
And legs of hope.
Wind ruffles my feathers
And alters my course
What do I see now?
Should I pause?
On high
Your world is small to me
Master of all I survey
I see no boundaries
Only patterns
A patchwork quilt wrapping mother earth
Keeping her warm until I return.
Please don’t try to shoot me down
Fly here with me
Let’s spread our wings and soar together
For eternity.
I want to sing and scream
And cry
For joy.
I soar, I swoop
On wings of faith
And legs of hope.
Wind ruffles my feathers
And alters my course
What do I see now?
Should I pause?
On high
Your world is small to me
Master of all I survey
I see no boundaries
Only patterns
A patchwork quilt wrapping mother earth
Keeping her warm until I return.
Please don’t try to shoot me down
Fly here with me
Let’s spread our wings and soar together
For eternity.
Riding High
In each stride I lose and re-find you
I move with you, I move in balance
I am still. Still with you,
But I run deep.
I open myself to you.
I allow you through me.
You leave no part of me untouched.
You touch my hand with your mouth, as light as a feather
I feel your lips and your tongue in my hand
Up my arm, down my shoulders
And into my soul.
Where do I end and you begin?
Where do you end and I begin?
You raise me. You lift me up.
I am high on you.
We are more than we can be.
In a world of our own making,
You, me and our feelings.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
I make much of you
And you make even more of me.
August 2007
I move with you, I move in balance
I am still. Still with you,
But I run deep.
I open myself to you.
I allow you through me.
You leave no part of me untouched.
You touch my hand with your mouth, as light as a feather
I feel your lips and your tongue in my hand
Up my arm, down my shoulders
And into my soul.
Where do I end and you begin?
Where do you end and I begin?
You raise me. You lift me up.
I am high on you.
We are more than we can be.
In a world of our own making,
You, me and our feelings.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
I make much of you
And you make even more of me.
August 2007
About Faith
I don’t trust:
I hold, you stiffen
I insist, you resist
I push, you pull
We are at cross purposes
Discord.
I trust:
I let go, you soften
I ask, you give
I find myself, you seek me
We form a cross of purpose
Harmony.
August 2007
I hold, you stiffen
I insist, you resist
I push, you pull
We are at cross purposes
Discord.
I trust:
I let go, you soften
I ask, you give
I find myself, you seek me
We form a cross of purpose
Harmony.
August 2007
Myself
Am I dreaming?
The world sighs and I hear something fall and break.
Everything is changed. I’m alive.
Is my mind full of me or full of you?
I don’t know where I end and you begin.
You give me what I need. I belong. I am not alone.
You show me how much bigger than me you are,
And I love you even more.
Of course I love you.
You are me.
We are each other.
A different point of view on the same system.
I am yours wholely.
I don’t come in pieces.
My fear? Losing you.
How can I lose you when you are me?
What makes you real is me.
When you are lost, I am lost.
I feast on you and I am never satiated.
You touch my soul and I overflow.
With you I live in a different world.
You save me from myself, but who are you?
Where did you come from?
I forgive myself. Can you forgive me?
It’s lighter now.
The sky cries out in anger,
Releasing its burden and bringing new life to the world.
Afterwards the sun will shine and I will be whole again.
(c. Kerry Turner June 2007)
The world sighs and I hear something fall and break.
Everything is changed. I’m alive.
Is my mind full of me or full of you?
I don’t know where I end and you begin.
You give me what I need. I belong. I am not alone.
You show me how much bigger than me you are,
And I love you even more.
Of course I love you.
You are me.
We are each other.
A different point of view on the same system.
I am yours wholely.
I don’t come in pieces.
My fear? Losing you.
How can I lose you when you are me?
What makes you real is me.
When you are lost, I am lost.
I feast on you and I am never satiated.
You touch my soul and I overflow.
With you I live in a different world.
You save me from myself, but who are you?
Where did you come from?
I forgive myself. Can you forgive me?
It’s lighter now.
The sky cries out in anger,
Releasing its burden and bringing new life to the world.
Afterwards the sun will shine and I will be whole again.
(c. Kerry Turner June 2007)
The Tour de France v2
The Tour de France v2
Competition
Route, hard, black, white.
Scene, soft, jaune, green.
Sleepy sunflowers, leafy lullaby
Heads nod
Expectant, reverent.
Attention
Hell, horns, helicopters, hands
He arrives.
Man, machine, muscle, metal
Rubber, carbon, flesh, bone
Exceeding, excelling
Expectations.
Perspiration
Silent, strong
Heaven, hell
Focus, finish, fast.
Conservation
Mass male
Gros gal
Gate, gateaux
Here, hero.
Inspiration
Touched
Awake, alive
Momentary motivation
Dedication
Life, choice.
Spectate, participate
Minimise, maximise.
Repetition
Encore, explore
Implication?
Competition
Route, hard, black, white.
Scene, soft, jaune, green.
Sleepy sunflowers, leafy lullaby
Heads nod
Expectant, reverent.
Attention
Hell, horns, helicopters, hands
He arrives.
Man, machine, muscle, metal
Rubber, carbon, flesh, bone
Exceeding, excelling
Expectations.
Perspiration
Silent, strong
Heaven, hell
Focus, finish, fast.
Conservation
Mass male
Gros gal
Gate, gateaux
Here, hero.
Inspiration
Touched
Awake, alive
Momentary motivation
Dedication
Life, choice.
Spectate, participate
Minimise, maximise.
Repetition
Encore, explore
Implication?
The Tour de France v1
The Tour de France v1
The route, hard and black,
The countryside, soft and green,
Sunflowers rocking themselves to sleep to a lullaby of leaves,
Some regarding the route as expectantly as us,
Others facing the opposite direction,
Ignoring our imposition on their peaceful existence.
Attention!
The haven is interrupted by a hell of horns, helicopters and hands
Announcing the arrival of he we await.
Part man, part machine,
Metal, rubber, carbon, flesh, bone, muscle
More than the sum of the parts
Silent, alone in the heaven and the hell,
Strong components, strong connections
Sole question: How strong?
A fat guy and lady, conserving energy opposite.
She carries her spare tyre around her middle.
What unites this couple with their hero?
In that moment he passes he shares his life with us
We get in touch with the part of us that believes in possibilities.
In that moment we are all alive.
What about the moment after?
And the one after that?
We leave with a choice.
To spectate or participate?
To give little or to give all in each moment?
Until next year,
The spectacle returns,
And we return to watch them.
Exploring the limits of life in the limitless beauty of nature.
Kerry Turner July 2007
The route, hard and black,
The countryside, soft and green,
Sunflowers rocking themselves to sleep to a lullaby of leaves,
Some regarding the route as expectantly as us,
Others facing the opposite direction,
Ignoring our imposition on their peaceful existence.
Attention!
The haven is interrupted by a hell of horns, helicopters and hands
Announcing the arrival of he we await.
Part man, part machine,
Metal, rubber, carbon, flesh, bone, muscle
More than the sum of the parts
Silent, alone in the heaven and the hell,
Strong components, strong connections
Sole question: How strong?
A fat guy and lady, conserving energy opposite.
She carries her spare tyre around her middle.
What unites this couple with their hero?
In that moment he passes he shares his life with us
We get in touch with the part of us that believes in possibilities.
In that moment we are all alive.
What about the moment after?
And the one after that?
We leave with a choice.
To spectate or participate?
To give little or to give all in each moment?
Until next year,
The spectacle returns,
And we return to watch them.
Exploring the limits of life in the limitless beauty of nature.
Kerry Turner July 2007
Paper People
Paper people
Pretty, perfect,
One dimensional,
Uncomplicated,
Throw away,
Bought and sold for money,
Look but don’t touch,
No feelings, no responsibilities,
Controllable.
Real people
Imperfect,
Multi-dimensional,
Complicated,
Sticky,
Bought and sold for many things,
Maybe look, maybe touch,
Too many feelings, too many responsibilities
Uncontrollable.
July 2007
Pretty, perfect,
One dimensional,
Uncomplicated,
Throw away,
Bought and sold for money,
Look but don’t touch,
No feelings, no responsibilities,
Controllable.
Real people
Imperfect,
Multi-dimensional,
Complicated,
Sticky,
Bought and sold for many things,
Maybe look, maybe touch,
Too many feelings, too many responsibilities
Uncontrollable.
July 2007
Accountants
Accountants are everywhere
I worked for an accountant
Some of my colleagues were accountants
One friend did accountancy at university
Another went to night school to train to be an accountant.
Accountants count things
Credits and debits
Profits and losses
Assets and liabilities
Material things
Accountants expect returns on their investment
They give to receive
They don’t give from the pleasure of giving.
Some things can’t be counted
Does pleasure have a value?
How about happiness?
How about love?
An accountant is someone who counts
What I want is someone I can count on.
Are you an accountant?
c. Kerry Turner July 2007
I worked for an accountant
Some of my colleagues were accountants
One friend did accountancy at university
Another went to night school to train to be an accountant.
Accountants count things
Credits and debits
Profits and losses
Assets and liabilities
Material things
Accountants expect returns on their investment
They give to receive
They don’t give from the pleasure of giving.
Some things can’t be counted
Does pleasure have a value?
How about happiness?
How about love?
An accountant is someone who counts
What I want is someone I can count on.
Are you an accountant?
c. Kerry Turner July 2007
The Peach
The Peach
I saw a peach on someone-else’s tree.
I watched it grow.
On the outside I saw it was colourful, different to the others.
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it.
Daily the peach changed on the tree.
I wanted to touch its skin: out of bounds.
I awaited the day I would surely taste it with pleasure.
I dreamt of that peach. My mouth watering in anticipation.
I loved the dream so much I became afraid of the reality.
One day I plucked up courage and ventured into the garden.
I reached out but my peach was gone.
On the ground my dream in reality:
The best parts robbed by lesser mortals
The worst left to rot.
A year later I remembered my peach.
I wished I had tasted it.
I remembered where it had fallen and returned to the place.
A new seedling had started to grow.
c. Kerry Turner July 2007
I saw a peach on someone-else’s tree.
I watched it grow.
On the outside I saw it was colourful, different to the others.
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it.
Daily the peach changed on the tree.
I wanted to touch its skin: out of bounds.
I awaited the day I would surely taste it with pleasure.
I dreamt of that peach. My mouth watering in anticipation.
I loved the dream so much I became afraid of the reality.
One day I plucked up courage and ventured into the garden.
I reached out but my peach was gone.
On the ground my dream in reality:
The best parts robbed by lesser mortals
The worst left to rot.
A year later I remembered my peach.
I wished I had tasted it.
I remembered where it had fallen and returned to the place.
A new seedling had started to grow.
c. Kerry Turner July 2007
Monday, March 16, 2009
Man Kind?
The population of mankind
Has grown and grown and groan
We are the most successful species
Planet earth has ever known.
Our success is so prolific that
From Darwin’s laws we are exempt
We keep alive the weakest
When their quality days are all spent.
Now why is that?
We seem to believe
That breeding is our right
We’re not content with love and sex
No, we’re not that bright!
Now why is that?
More people means more carbon
Rising into space
‘Tis the countless breaths of us and ours
Which toll the near end of our race.
The problem is each breath we take
Breaks down our protection from the sun
The planet becomes warmer
And the icecaps start to run.
Further still as icecaps melt
The oceans start to rise
The loss of lower lying land
Makes resources vanish before our eyes.
And this is no illusion!
This is proven.
Whether you like it or not.
As our world gets hotter
So the deserts will expand
And the problem is that very little
Grows in fields of sand
Our just desserts?
More deserts and more oceans
Means less space for us and ours
The weak will simply have to go
We can’t escape Darwin’s powers
Not long term anyway…
We must learn to manage
Our race, in balance with the earth
Or accept that wars and bloodshed
Will soon trim back our girth.
For peace and growth do not make
Perfect partners at the brink
Hell always follows too much heaven
Unless we pause and think.
And if we don’t?
Inspiration must exceed respiration
If we are to survive
If not our planet will become
A place where only the clever stay alive……
A Men!
Kerry Turner
1 March 2009
Has grown and grown and groan
We are the most successful species
Planet earth has ever known.
Our success is so prolific that
From Darwin’s laws we are exempt
We keep alive the weakest
When their quality days are all spent.
Now why is that?
We seem to believe
That breeding is our right
We’re not content with love and sex
No, we’re not that bright!
Now why is that?
More people means more carbon
Rising into space
‘Tis the countless breaths of us and ours
Which toll the near end of our race.
The problem is each breath we take
Breaks down our protection from the sun
The planet becomes warmer
And the icecaps start to run.
Further still as icecaps melt
The oceans start to rise
The loss of lower lying land
Makes resources vanish before our eyes.
And this is no illusion!
This is proven.
Whether you like it or not.
As our world gets hotter
So the deserts will expand
And the problem is that very little
Grows in fields of sand
Our just desserts?
More deserts and more oceans
Means less space for us and ours
The weak will simply have to go
We can’t escape Darwin’s powers
Not long term anyway…
We must learn to manage
Our race, in balance with the earth
Or accept that wars and bloodshed
Will soon trim back our girth.
For peace and growth do not make
Perfect partners at the brink
Hell always follows too much heaven
Unless we pause and think.
And if we don’t?
Inspiration must exceed respiration
If we are to survive
If not our planet will become
A place where only the clever stay alive……
A Men!
Kerry Turner
1 March 2009
Persist or resist?
The first time I had a proper drink
It made me feel quite sick
But repetition kept it down
And now it makes me tick.
The first time I had a cigarette
It made me cough and burn
But repetition made it fine
And now for fags I yearn.
The first time I ate too much food
It made me swell and ache
But repetition made it fine
And now I love my cake.
The first time I watched a tv soap
It really seemed a waste
But repetition got me hooked
And now they are my taste.
The first time I let a man touch me
I really felt quite bored
But repetition got me hooked
And now I’d like much more.
The first time I went to a gym
My muscles ached for days
But repetition got me hooked
And now it’s my latest craze.
The first time I really used my brain
My head it hurt and throbbed
But repetition improved my speed
Now thinking is my job.
For all the things that I have tried
Ease comes when I persist
So the most important choice to make
Is which ones to resist!
It made me feel quite sick
But repetition kept it down
And now it makes me tick.
The first time I had a cigarette
It made me cough and burn
But repetition made it fine
And now for fags I yearn.
The first time I ate too much food
It made me swell and ache
But repetition made it fine
And now I love my cake.
The first time I watched a tv soap
It really seemed a waste
But repetition got me hooked
And now they are my taste.
The first time I let a man touch me
I really felt quite bored
But repetition got me hooked
And now I’d like much more.
The first time I went to a gym
My muscles ached for days
But repetition got me hooked
And now it’s my latest craze.
The first time I really used my brain
My head it hurt and throbbed
But repetition improved my speed
Now thinking is my job.
For all the things that I have tried
Ease comes when I persist
So the most important choice to make
Is which ones to resist!
Peaks and Troughs
It’s warm in shallow water
My feet they touch the ground
I see the world around me
And I feel safe and sound.
It’s cold in deeper water
But curiosity
Leads me to my hidden depths
Exploring beneath the sea.
It’s warm in the mountains shelter
Protected from the wind
My view obscured by this huge rock
And no-one sees I’ve sinned
It’s cold on the top of the mountain
And few can make it there
I feel truly at my peak
As I stand hear and stare.
Thro’ all my lifes adventures
The thing that I have found
Is that the key to greater heights and depths
Is the safe return to ground.
Kerry Turner February 2009
My feet they touch the ground
I see the world around me
And I feel safe and sound.
It’s cold in deeper water
But curiosity
Leads me to my hidden depths
Exploring beneath the sea.
It’s warm in the mountains shelter
Protected from the wind
My view obscured by this huge rock
And no-one sees I’ve sinned
It’s cold on the top of the mountain
And few can make it there
I feel truly at my peak
As I stand hear and stare.
Thro’ all my lifes adventures
The thing that I have found
Is that the key to greater heights and depths
Is the safe return to ground.
Kerry Turner February 2009
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