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February 2, 2009 - A poem about Friendship, Family

Laughed so hard I puked

Brother,
I’m so proud of you.
It was the stuff of legend
all them hearts stopping at once
so funny
and humbling too.
I saw you so,
natural.
holding court
with those strangers,
telling THAT joke.
Oh brother,
you fell
onto the payphone
and I snorted my beer.

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June 20, 2008 - A poem about Friendship

The Beehive

It’s where
the weirdos go
so say the locals -
a hollow wedge on the hill
crammed with honey dancers -
James Joyce meeting Man Ray,
Kubrick speaking Rumi,
Australian vocal adventurers -
entertaining the freaks by proxy
and someone woke the weary out the back
smoking with the Russian
new modernists keep on with their delight
post-ale thinking around a book
or two or maybe more.
Time is inconvenient,
Ah. Nectar!

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August 18, 2007 - A poem about Friendship, Technology, Lyrics

M-space.

Just one
more friend
and I am done
and I’ll have more
than you
a compound me
just recently
and heard to say
how good it is
to have such friends
and I’ll be done
and I’ll have more
and I’ll thank all.
Just one more friend,
and they’ll be done -
just like
the other
ones.

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May 25, 2007 - A poem about Age, Friendship

You remind me of how I used to be.

You took the path
and I rode the motorway
in comfort got there quick
driven not by me
You shook the ashes
and I switched on the T.V
feet up late night squinter
sofa fugged and beat
You looked the way I did
and I looked back
creak neck creased
money almost spent
threadbare slack and given in
I once mistook you - I’m sorry.
Remind me how
I used to be.

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November 6, 2006 - A poem about Friendship

How are you?

I’m
imagining
you again
November
bound and
cursing
fog.
Fumbling -
two hundred and six
slacking bones
lazy TV eyed
& morning blurred.
Sleepwalking
onto winter.
Am I right?
It’s cold,
you know.

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October 2, 2006 - A poem about Cosmicity, Friendship

I Keep Forgetting

To be calmer
To try to understand
To dwell and
Know other minds.
To remember all things
No matter how small
To catch the shapes
In blurring wheels
I cannot see.
To try to be
Wise,
Is want to be -
Part of else
Apart from
Me.

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October 10, 2005 - A poem about Friendship, Family

Wishes.

May whatever you do, be better than what you’ve done,
Reclaimed from hard-drudged hours, like distilled time.
Where dreams are hoist with steadfast will and laughter peels
Against the hollow cry of pitied fate that follows all but you.

May you dare to run with winds, then leap the shadowed ground
To whisper calls at stirring night, not feared of worried days.
And you, who triumphs in the light will be joyous in the dew
Beguiled and surprised to tell of truths, to likes of you and I.

May you always stay temperate in the sluice of unkind rains,
Bite parched tongues that rise to taste the bracken pall,
Find blue opals in the darkest well of circumstance,
And stretching, go beyond our normal mortal reach.

And long may you embrace all things that you will learn
And speak of such to those you know, and don’t.
May your breath be strong and full, and your songs be sung
And leave a smile in mind for those you aim to teach.

Oh may you hear amongst the shouts, the murmuring of souls -
Seek wonders found in chance and call of happenstance,
And understand the understandings you shall heed
And then, may you recall these wishes left by me.

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September 20, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity, Friendship

Full Moon Day.

Such is passion you invoke
Much are feelings you provoke
Touched I am by tender stroke
Like hushing flame and twisting smoke
Lush sense knows you have awoke
Like midnight flush on new moon oak
I rush to hear the words you spoke
For such is passion you invoke.

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July 29, 2005 - A poem about Friendship, Situations

Acrimony.

You
lit the fuse inside
and were the muse beside
quelling bruise and cry of tide
never refusing or denied.
Oh how you skewed my pride
and continued to deny -
no use for us to try
or choose as we
not I.

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July 19, 2005 - A poem about Love, Friendship, Lyrics

For Two.

This one’s for the two of you
as you rise like stars above,
like prayered hands that clasp
the twin souled magnet night.

This one’s for the two of you,
in kissing wind and shared air,
like gulping silver fish that rush
to capture all, to be the ones.

This one’s for the two of you
who think these thoughts you share
and gaze in pools of eyes and soul,
so fall in love (again) with wonder found.

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July 5, 2005 - A poem about Friendship

If I Were.

If I were a woman
would you like me more?
I wouldn’t mind -
In fact, it might
be rather nice.
If I were a woman
how would you speak to me?
Would I understand
the secret code
that only women know?
If I were a woman,
would I change my ways?
Would my world turnaround?
Would I learn of grace
or struggled ways?
And if I were a woman,
what of sexuality?
Inevitable. You knew I’d ask,
but intriguing nonetheless.
I just don’t know all this
and never will.
But I am sure
it would be fun
to try.

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- A poem about Friendship

Norwegian Jazz.

OK.
I’ll admit it.
I’ve been listening
to Norwegian Jazz.
Is that so bad?
There’s this track
by Jaga Jazzist;
“Swedenborgkske Rom”
It speaks to me
of things we’ve spoken.
Of life, of age, of hope
of loneliness and
melancholy too.
The music,
winter fused
with hopeful sun and breaths
in spill of time.
And then a cracking melt
as ice and whales call.
A sound, kind and crystalline,
childlike and wise.
Ah yes … so haunting!
Like aged ghosts,
calling back their echoes
from iceberg night.
Deep as fjords
and rivers spawned,
I listen to Norwegian Jazz,
and think of you.
I wonder if
you’d like
it too.

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July 3, 2005 - A poem about Friendship

See You.

So,
it’s goodbye again.
I’ll go back to memories
and wonderings of what you’re gonna do,
what you’re doing, and what you’ve done.
It’s odd. I always thought
we were a duration pair -
like doubled packed lightbulbs
waiting to be found in the drawer.
Maybe not and never mind.
A single lighted match
will have to do.

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June 20, 2005 - A poem about Friendship

Spoke.

There’s more here
than you shall ever know,
and that’s the way
of things.

Here,
we are all but only here
in this strange
invented place.

But together
we roll, as two -
like bonded wheels
over ancient tracks.

Any more than this,
we dare not dream -
but that’s O.K.
by me.

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June 16, 2005 - A poem about Age, Friendship

Above All This.

Only when the glimmer ends
Will we pine for shinest moon
Then gone will be the argon sky
And footprints in the light.
Only when the clouds contend
Will we wrestle grey cocoon
And gaze in open barreleyes
At fortitute of atoms bright.
Only when the stars descend
Will we soar yet soul marooned
As tethered flashes leaping high
Like lost balloons in age’s flight.
Then alone, and only then,
Will we know friends.

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- A poem about Friendship

I Am Not Asleep.

Hello.
Are you there?
I said ARE YOU THERE?
Or did I just imagine you?
Maybe you are just a shadow
emboldened by my propensity
to see faces in clouds.
And as hollow wind moans,
maybe you really are just a figment -
detached and wandering the sands,
but too dispersed for me to see.
Hello? Where are you?
There’s tumbleweed twisting
over the waiting ghost of me,
and still I cannot shake
this stupid vanity.
Hello, is that you?
I just love it when
you visit me.

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June 6, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity, Friendship

Frosted Wings.

And who put this barrier between us?
It refracts the knowing of who we are.
This splintered view, smudged
and denying the truths of everything,
it diffuses our connectedness.
We orbit such frayed outskirts -
you and I, like lost and aching birds
mist drenched, circling.
Reticent to land.

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May 28, 2005 - A poem about Friendship

Ego.

Who am I?
Well, I know this -
I am NOT you.
Unless of course,
you slept and dreamed
that we touched souls
in the night, merging
into one.
Who am I?
I am NOT who
you think I am.
Unless of course,
just in the thinking
you brought me into being -
formed me like some
imaginary friend.
Who am I?
Well, I’m NOT sure -
does it really matter
in the end?
Perhaps I am just
here, now,
in this moment
of you, wondering
who I am.

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April 5, 2005 - A poem about Friendship

I Want.

Give me time
to speak of things.
when seconds tick
like flocks of birds
disturbed by change
and wind for wings.
Give me peace
and silent mull
for thoughts
like winter wine,
simmering
and warmed.
Give me all
you have
to spare
so I may save
the moments,
snatching songs
in these quiet
corridors.
Give me,
more.

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April 4, 2005 - A poem about Friendship, Lyrics

Dancing Without Alcohol

Remember abandoned days and midnight wheels
turned on endless paths of spin and move,
in ecstasy of spiraled youth
with feet that dared to leap above.
As hearts refused to stop and look
when souls explored without rebuff
where now your patterned heels crack
and age it comes to claim the slack.
To all of you, who dare not dance
but nonetheless remember well -
Such barefoot nights, such tales told -
The dancefloor’s in your soul.

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March 24, 2005 - A poem about Friendship

Cool.

You know what?
You were really
cool today.
And as they say;
“the coolest ones.
are those that
do not know”
I was suitably
impressed
with the way
you handled
yourself.
So cool,
so confident,
so right.
Like a tall man,
humble amongst
infants.
Like an icecube,
holding court
in melting
snow.

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February 15, 2005 - A poem about Friendship

Template.

Somewhere,
there is a template.
A way of doing,
tested and tried,
laid out neatly
for people like us.
A blueprint showing
how to tackle situations
and tricky circumstance
thrown in our way.
There must be an overlay.
Mappped against the day -
scribbled with marks,
showing at least
the edges or the corners
pointing out measurements
of the challenges we face.
But, where is this process?
Where is this mislaid key
prising the locks
of confusion,
and knowing
our next
mistake?

Ask your friends,
maybe they will know.

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February 7, 2005 - A poem about Friendship, Memories

Auber.

He liked aubergines.
Not just for the taste -
but also for their look and shape
like silk bells stroked by moonlight
in extacious growth.
He loved their colour too
like the edges of neon in rain
or passion in the summer dusk.
Curved like a marble womb
in the palm of his hand.
Yes, he liked aubergines,
and so do I.

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January 14, 2005 - A poem about Words, Friendship

Voice.

Finally we find more than words
And they sing like wineglass bells
Beneath the cold stoke of night
That calls our circumvented soul
Deep as moss, high as swallow call
Like wistful sighs in the steamroom
Or a child’s lonely cry in the mall
Buoyed against our wanderings
More than tone, more than sound
Your voice alone was waiting
With such wisdom to be heard.

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November 22, 2004 - A poem about Friendship

Stonepoem’s Mash.

Fresh
mashed
potatoes
with cream
and black
pepper
plus a hint
of chopped
garlic -
built
into a
hill-like
mound then
sprinkled
lavishly with
crushed hazlenuts
or pistachios
and copious cubes
of dolcellata cheese
(any blue will do).
Baked until crusty gold.
and ideally served
with tender Salmon
and sweet chutney -
following a
marijuana
starter .

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November 9, 2004 - A poem about Friendship

Centrifuge.

Meanwhile,
the world spins
and strange string
pulls the gyroscope
on arms of time.
Hard truth rolls
this drawn arch bow
rounding glass spine
compass reel.
Above the poles
like clunky kids
on dusty fairground ride
skipping caller’s dance
of push-tin picadors
and broken wheels.
May you always glide
circling in blithe orbit,
grasping slipstream
haloed bracelet sky -
defying grace’s fall.

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October 28, 2004 - A poem about Friendship

Steeple’s Fall

I am just
a plain being.
Not equipped
for complication,
carving driftwood thoughts
not swords for battle cry.
Yet still I sense
the driving spurs
and quickening urged -
the gilded goads,
of knowing
you.

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October 18, 2004 - A poem about Cosmicity, Friendship

Coal-eyed Friend.

Who sends this black cat
now crossing my ankles?
Dancing over toes,
see-sawing my shins,
like a skittish autumn leaf
circling the root of me.
It brings strange energies -
dark-spirals of attention.
This purring transduction,
making me wonder.

Is it you?
In another form?
What do you want?

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- A poem about Friendship, Lyrics

Barcode Rocker.

There’s a rocker in the supermart
buying beans and budget ham.
Judging standard over premium,
counting measures, in the cans.
Cool dude, in the freezer row
basking in the frosted glow.
Checking chilled goods’ turn
of sell-by date - and bargains
in the dry ice snow.

He’s queuing with the rest of us,
no adulation in the aisles.
No signs up on the shopfloor plan,
No icons for his style.
Did you see him do the kitchen roll?
Know his genius at the salad bar?
Feel the presence of a superstar
choosing tuna over caviar?

Look, there he is -
waving coupons! Pinching pence,
from our ordinary circumstance.
And there! He signs an autograph,
smiling - grooving, riffing.
A Rockstar, in the checkout jam.

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October 6, 2004 - A poem about Friendship, Situations

You Can. . .

Ride the wind,
above tip toe ice
below a snowblind sun.

Quieten the roar
of pin drops
in the waterfall.

Whistle on flames
of lava mound
then, drink the rain.

You are fearless.

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September 30, 2004 - A poem about Friendship

Strange Parcel.

Man,
I’m still
on broken shells
waiting for a signal
to open up the box.
Hoping, for something
that says; “It is OK -
now I understand.
it was vain to think
the world is just for me”
But all I hear is tiny
cocoon wails from a spoilt
toyless child within
the soggy wool old news.
Scrunched, but wanting,
I’m trying hard - not to tear
the bubble wrap of scratch inside.
Pulling fist and knot of everything,
to nail some loose tape slack.
But what I get is blunted,
tweezered looks - that never help.
Then I realise. Indignant,
scornful tools are not
enough.

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September 26, 2004 - A poem about Friendship

Close-up

You are not quite
as I’d imagined -
more … tenacious,
and defined.
Noble boned,
and crafted -
in the cliff-edged
haul of everything.
Steel eyed too,
like a motherbird
on guard - guessing
tomorrow’s wind.
But you too look
weary of being wary.
Let me reassure you;
of the many waves
claiming the shore,
or of the winds
against the plume,
I am only one.

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September 8, 2004 - A poem about Friendship

One of My Friends is Me

My friend.
We’ve known each other
for as long as I can remember.
Like wheels on a bicycle,
one powering - the other, steering.
Dodging the rockish flip and flop
that life sometimes hurls upon the road.
Since early on; laughing, crying and muddling.
Through the rambling mechanism of it all,
laughing with - not at. Crying alongside,
not because of. I’ll recall us always cheering,
our steps together aside the rut and tangle of life.
Then, there is your awkward, morning grin!
Watching the scrape of my sleepy eyes;
squeezing toothpaste onto the day’s brush -
whispering sound advice, reminding me not to mumble,
making sure, I finish all my … sentences.
And now, there is someone waving a finishing flag,
I look for you to see it too. But where is that grin?
Where is the swagger of the only one who holds me up
when I have no right to stand? Where are you my friend?
Show me again! Unfurl my confidence - offer your calm surety,
help me once more to grasp the way of things.

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September 7, 2004 - A poem about Friendship

Stoner in the Ball Pool

“Are you a Hendrix man?”

…says the young stoner,
pony-tailing the ball pool,
guarding his voodoo chiles
with an alabaster grin.

Through the rope fence,
he ducks behind painted
door to turn his music up
and, er, change the mood.

We are different he and I.
But kin, like ying and yang,
tapping out Jimi rhythms,
grooving secretly among
the sandwiched families.

My kind of theme park.

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August 6, 2004 - A poem about Friendship

Difference Between

My logic about this is simple.
Your emotions are just too elegant
for me to understand.
My drive in saying this? I can’t swim
in the world around me like you can.
When you dream - I sleep.

I close these eyes of mine
but look at all you see!
The tree and not the leaves,
riding cusp between breath and sigh,
the song and not the singer,
grand paintings in the sky.

I’m counting the notches on the road
of a journey we both share. But you…
You, are already there.

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July 27, 2004 - A poem about Friendship

Calibration

Someone’s,
been cranking the handle
turning the gears of my day.
Mustering iron-like crunch of persistence
to tilt the balance of who I am.
They’ve been winding up the clock
with hands that circle the hours of my ways,
leveraging dedication with obligation,
and burdening my arms with plans to catch
the spinning cogs of responsibility.
I’ve been resisting the pull of these loaded wheels,
slipping the notches - slowing the steel pull of their load,
vaguely dodging my interlocked dependence on normality.
All this just to spy between twain and spite of grind -
straining to catch a fleeting glance of a silvered albatross,
cutting through the soaring blue above the machine.

That, is the beautiful distraction of you.

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July 13, 2004 - A poem about Friendship

Talent Shows

Your modesty and restraint,
are wonderful gifts that entrance
like the pinpoint nurtured glow of a candle,
in the moss cleansed hood of nightime pine.
This is the undeniable attraction of inspiration
speaking quietly through the pores of doing,
breathing confidence though distinguished skin.
Such unshouting creativity flourishes and influences
our sight compelled to stretch beyond the catch of flame.
But we are vain to think such temporal majesty can be held!
It is humbled by its own brilliance - not humbling in itself.
And now you tell of vulnerability, of not being sure
of not believing in the cruelty of the winds we share.
There is even more intrigue in this disclosure
of you - who makes it all look so easy.

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July 5, 2004 - A poem about Friendship, Journeys

Teacher’s Sail

You are the pilot of my naive ways
Perfectly maneuvering us through
A fog of ignorance and lack of guile
Klaxon like in the authority of you
Piercing the fated crowds of night
Across the simmered sea of doubt.

I trust your calm commands to shore
Away from drift over shallow shale
Above the wrecks of young mistake
For the tide of years is a wise captain
Who has dredged these paths before
And learned - all that you teach now

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June 23, 2004 - A poem about Friendship, Business

Chairman of the Board.

Goodbye Supergeek,
you have lost your domain
but long may your downhill logic
stay dudish in its bank and curve.
White collared, polite in line
where T-shirts once yelled loud,
may you surf across the brown stuff,
steady in the slalom of the day.
As an afro king, in climb and dive
the chocolate wristed compromise
and breaks of comfort’s creed,
are not for those like you.
Your Ninja wheels crave more
than a two foot curbstone ride -
but Kung Fu cool stays strong,
thrilled in jump - however high.
So long may you somersault
through the pinstripe hoops
and air conditioned flames,
leaping mundane ground
of office ramp and rail.
For you, are Supergeek!
and your magnet feats of awe,
draw raptuous applause.

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June 13, 2004 - A poem about Friendship

Your Royal Dudeness

You are the genius slacker,
all denim words silk lined.
Life’s audacity out on show
our roadkill for the day.
For us of average ways
and those who fear to know
the purity of your dudishness,
black coal diamond in the snow.
Long may the dudicity
of your wisearsed goodness,
and your smartcracked world
stay cool and prosper well.

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May 8, 2004 - A poem about Friendship

Just Add Beer®

Out with the loud crowd, pilot-free in the night.
Looking for zero - finding nothing.
Worlds put to right, momentarily stilled.
All drunken at the joyful bluring of the stars.

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- A poem about Love, Friendship

Beautiful Tone.

You are sharp as a stylus,
wow and flutter free,
following a scratchless track.
Analogue warm, mindful of old,
adoration snatched from the air.
Delight, engineered.

If you want to stretch a string from the moon,
to my tin can heart and beyond,
I will be listening.

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May 1, 2004 - A poem about Friendship

Dude.

You and me, we’re floating off tribulation flow.
Beyond the worried ocean - way past the undertow.
Surfing through the breakers wading, deep and slow,
you are ship and I am shore,
tidal pulled below.

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April 29, 2004 - A poem about Friendship

Friendship Overdue.

Oh distant soul.
Let us venture friendship.
Without negotiation,
or word association.
Let us be as sorted corn,
side by side, not mixed up fire thorns.
You may not know me now,
but I know who you want to know,
for I am one of those.
So, friend in wait,
let us think of kinship,
without reproach or fear.
For we have hope and wonder,
to last us through this year.

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