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A Part Of It All

January 15, 2015

Blue skies from sci-fi epics.

Clouds stationary battleships

no attacks in sight.

The sun a bathing god

reclining in all its power.

Absorb its light and ride along

neck bent to witness it all.

The story has just begun.

Bubbles rise up inside

bursting and popping excitedly

as I realise

I am a part of this all.

*

AJG

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I Am Charlie

January 8, 2015

Life was there

standing before them

drawing

with weapons they drew

AKs, guns, everything

so much power

and still they couldn’t speak

no matter what noise they made

just dripping red

red red red ink

enough ink that we couldn’t hear it

enough that we know

that

that all we could hear

was the silence they made

and how loud

through all of the silence

they had made us.

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Last Night in Manila

November 13, 2014

Bus trip, shower and shave.

The night is paved with possibilities.

Jeepneys march on and taxis prowl.

Rum and wine are poured.

A breeze brushes hair

the humidity is moved along unwillingly.

It’ll be back but tonight we have reprieve.

With only hours left and the only relief

for our expectations is to leave everything here

money, courtesy, friends, foes, ladyboys,

nightcrawlers, dignity and memories,

Manila, they’re yours.

*

AJG

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Guardians

October 23, 2014

 

 

Camera 360

The history is told translated in brochures.

Castle walls reconstructed. Insides redesigned.

The old foreman Murasawa retained.

He looks across, a face of anger or agony

scabbard lofted defiantly impotent

frozen in brass.

The war in Osaka is a thousand years done.

So too is the urgency. Sandbags heaped

waiting for workers who heed no whip.

Whose motivation holds only

by spiderlike threads of duty

they can neither see or explain but

are helpless not to be pulled along by.

They take pride in the deeds of the dead.

Of those in graves that might have been their own

if there were any noble wars or ever were.

The only fight left is to keep the memory alive

that their ancestors had greatness.

Cup this candle with their hands

so that somewhere down the line of their kin

this spark may ignite once more.

*

AJG

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Three People.

September 11, 2014

Three People.

Two doors no choices

just a stoop to sit waiting.

Grainy grimy gritty

are we any of these?

Act as much to passersby

just in case they are.

Bus coming? Train coming? Friends?

Look expectant or gaze away.

A day’s another day.

Sit waiting for closed doors

to just fling on in.

Like the stone around us

one day we’ll eventually move.

 

AJG

This is a quick poem I wrote inspired by the photograph ‘Three People’ by the photgrapher Josephine from her blog Lemanshots – Fine Pictures and Digital Art. You can check out the said photograph by clicking the title of the poem (also a sneaky hyperlink). You can also check out more of her inspiring art following the link below! Paz!

http://lemanshots.wordpress.com/

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Waking

August 28, 2014

Moth flutter softer than Chopin notes.

Nocturne rain patter, crickets and frogs

a million year symphony.

Sleep stutters waking scenes

pushing into fantasies.

Cross chatter disturbing sleep.

Worlds collide with faintest yawns.

Night mutters, ‘no matter’

as dawn settles all in waking gray.

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Steve Sanfield Inspired Scratchings

August 21, 2014

In Mexico I found a copy of Steve Sanfield’s A New Way and I really like his poetry. I know he does haiku and it reflects in the writings of this collection. Reflections on his life, that have brevity, clarity and insight. These were just some unedited poems of my own inspired by his from a day last month.

__________

Another window outside and another seat.

Sitting again and watching

always ready to start.

No gun to tell me so.

___________

The whisky had me beaten Tuesday.

Thursday all I’m waiting for’s the weekend.

___________

Tomatoes – 40 yen cheaper.

A hyaku head of cabbage.

Three cucumbers half price and

the cheapest carton of milk.

Savings done I grab a bottle of Maker’s

and leave.

____________

It’s breaking down around me

or I’m destroying it.

I’m talking about the house

but you know I mean everything.

Everything is breaking down

now and eventually.

____________

With no distractions

Facebook or BBC updates

I find myself writing. For now

the fantasy’s still beating reality.

_____________

An old Korean man told me not to worry.

Women are like buses-

another one will eventually come.

I wasn’t worried about that.

I was worried that women

were like bus crashes.

______________

I look at all the Japanese and

how strange they dress.

On the platform

they are all looking at me.

_______________

AJG

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