Best Albescent Poems
My mirror grinned at my first grey
With rearing youth, it’s my first fray
Disturbed, with care I plucked that bane
Next day to find one more, again
I cried and sighed and went astray
That’s how began my darkest day
With whitest hair and day by day
At deepening my fear and pain
My mirror grinned
With no concern at my dismay
Went on my hair, to well betray
With more and more albescent strains;
Until one day remarked Miss Jane
I looked smarter with that new grey!
My mirror grinned
It is hard and bleak
now, below his tired feet
with the grey above him,
albescent with time
clouds bubble above him there
like an old man’s beard,
though you, his sweet one
are the soft green in between,
bring back salad days,
when you address him
you greet him with such relish
to flavour his life
and so he holds on -
ever in mind as at hand,
leaning on the wind.
I don't know how it began-
what matters is it's there
like a famished bee on on a daisy
Let me release a sigh-
It was one point in time
and began wherever it did
I did not notice
by the time...
All i saw was
large dark pouty bats
I used to shepherd
on the mountains where
sorrow was sipped for water
Facts were without polish, but
were trampled carelessly
there was no north, south nor west nor east
There did not exist any peace
to be seized.
I used to see, but nothin'
they were used to a vast blank screen
seeing was nothing, stop whining-in other words.
all flowers were born faded
all the time was it,
that kids used to cry, which nobody hated
rain was not rain
food was not food
cloud was not cloud
day was night, night was nightmare
Now,
I remember it well,
when you turned up as lost
in my town, torn and ghost
Now, it was talking
with all joy and glee
I came across you sudden but free
It turned out
life was not squeezed between white and black,
not even grey
let my eyes drink green, blue, orange and honey
You were there, right across my trembling knees
with all the brightness,
I was stunned by
your amazing albescent brilliance
Ey, the world! hear me out,
I don't get covered with blank, vague darkness any more
let not my heart cease throbbing, it's insane!
I already got used to the glamor, it's not in vain!
Hold, hold on please, let me release a sigh-
With that invisibilty of age
I can fly my life like a kite !
Uninvited and unseen,
albescent, grey, you know what I mean,
( not the first flush of youth or strong,
the young forget that we were young, )
hold on to that, the string of that
to grip the meaning of it
as I grip the iron balustrade
along the miles of esplanade ;
think the century's wise men are ignored,
each lamp a light, a sage for each lamp.... ...
Drawn to the Sailor's Arms, her kegs
the weight of years upon the legs,
for whispers round an inglenook
where galaxies are in the glass,
to swap a tale, another round,
a golden fleece, a crumpled map !
Or waft around for words, like smoke
along the butt - ends from the tar,
or vanish down into the draught
if Alan Watts is at the bar.... ...
Below, where gulls quarrel in kelp
no harbour there need shelter me,
no life - boat slip to cries for help
need bring my spirit to the lee -
I hear the past with all its murders,
the wind wail through the rusting girders
yet still am I, free to fly with you
who lean against the railings, too !... ...
The world may seem to come in bits -
let nonduality begin ?
Come celebrate your opposites
for all depends on loss to win !
Tribal culture in your face -
to win is everywhere you turn,
if God is losing all the time
then will we ever, ever learn ?... ...
'You'll win' he said, 'its in the bag',
out on the point
what can the mindless wind do
but wave the flag?
Missing the point forever
signalling our nascent spirit.
And the voice said
'raise your head when the night is cloudless
and tell me who you are subject to,
remember the truth of your own story
as your eyes take in the glory'.... ...
Full to be empty, empty to be full -
do you hear the paradox, do you feel the pull ?
I do not mean to be patronising,
have I asked you too soon ?
Do you see what I mean when you gaze at the moon,
when the full moon, lifeless is full of light ?... ...
I sit upon the lobster pots
that decorate the harbour wall,
if you come a little closer
you can see me in the hall,
if you do not hold the key-
Mrs keepings locks the door,
I'll be looking out to sea
after eight but not before.... ... ...
The windows of my soul open through your eyes,
edges on my heart, your smile soothes.
Tell me all of your tales of sadness,
share with me this world of madness.
Your angelic face gleams saliently
from beneath a hospital white sheet.
The pallor of you albescent face calmly
dulls the brightness of this sterile retreat.
A curl of black luster in your ageless hair
flows from white bedding into the air.
Show me your every tear and sorrow
as we cross the seas of tomorrow.
I will take a cloud to wipe your tears,
give you a rainbow to calm your fears.
She sleeps, like a flower in a floral bouquet
a blossoming petal in a garden array.
She sleeps, I'm never more to touch that line,
furrowed in her brow so fine
that wrinkled and creased with each smile or tear,
from a laugh, a sigh, a hearty cheer.
Her words, her sounds, filter through this wild mind
retaining, recording each lost whisper I find.
Wild is the river flowing gentle through the memory
of my mind, wilder still the thought of my Glory.