Lights, camera, action All the world’s a stage, so they say Remember your mark, play your part, speak your lines Be the character everyone expects And then leave Wait in the wings until It is your moment again Behind the scenes is more important Than playing to the audience If less structured Props, costumes, scripts…
I walked into the bathroom, looked into the mirror, and realised that the reason my face felt odd was that half of it had simply stopped moving. The eye on that side would not blink, that side of my mouth would not smile or frown or anything. I was petrified. Was I having a stroke?…
Climbing from the chrysalis Metamorphosis is done Spreading wings to dry And then it’s time to fly Time to get down to butterfly business Feeding from nectar Spreading pollen flower to flower Morning is time to bask for the sun Heat the wings in order to fly And taste the air for food and love…
Once upon a time There was a castle, a palace, a kingdom There was a beautiful princess, a handsome prince There was a king and queen, wicked, or benign A wizard counsellor, a fairy godmother A dark forest, a magical tower A witch, an elf, a dwarf Mystical creatures and charmed artifacts Once upon a…
There were fields once Green and free There were sheep, and horses All gone now Ripped up and subdivided Sold off in job lots To well-heeled developers To flog their newest vision for urban living Homogeneous housing Little boxes all in a row Cell-block chic in tasteful grey A homily of conformity And a litany…
Lost myself somewhere Dropped while I was out walking Or maybe in the supermarket Maybe I should put up posters around the neighbourhood Lost: one identity Slightly dented, chipped paint, scratched But here’s the problem I’m not sure I’d recognize myself If I was returned to me What am I under the trappings of learning…
Give me a purpose for living Give me just one Give me a song I can sing Under the sun Give me the steps I can dance In front of my foes Give me the mercy I need To heal all my woes Give me a reason today A reason to be Give me a…
Think of me as if I had your name With no part of me there Think me an extension of you An arm, maybe, or leg A vague appendage existing Just for your consideration I reflect you, complete you Exist for you My essence is subsumed by you Think of me as I disappear into…
Treading all the familiar pathways Singing all the same old songs Two steps forward Two steps back Marching in place Til our feet wear holes in the floor Talk about life’s journey Pretend there is a destination As we ride our carousel horses Moebius stripping along our way Rushing headlong into nowhere Hey, haven’t we…
It’s what they say, isn’t it? That history must be remembered So it won’t be repeated But that hardly works in life Warfare and butchery are nothing new And certainly not forgotten But still it happens again and again Preying of rich upon poor Injustice in courts of law Inscribed in texts from ancient times…
Eclectic Assemblage 