Five I’s –
I mean five me’s –
fighting.
The senses symbolise
those I’s
but there is more to me – the me’s –
than eyes and ears and finger-tips.
One I says Yes,
another No,
another says Stay
another Go,
You love her, stay with her, cries the other,
another cries No, no, no!
Five me’s
fighting, fighting, fighting.
Inside
a red tower
rears up,
a phallic
pseudo-spire
with no bell
thrusting
into the sky
while outside
in the sunshine
the chuppah, the wedding bower
stands ready and garlands of flowers
await the marriage of
what may well turn out to be
Water and Fire
Heaven and Hell
The Lion King,
humane and wise.
Old Soul;
Sun King in the Land of Faerie.
His only failing?
Being oblivious
to petty jealousies,
smiling lies
and infidelities.
Overconfidence:
Arthur’s bane.
If the King is Arthur,
this is Guinevere, Sun Queen,
femme fatale.
She walks by and flowers open,
sunflowers follow her
with their great black and yellow eye.
Once seen
never forgotten:
yours until you die.
That red hair.
That black familiar.
For just one hour each day, one day each week,
lay down your burden, go apart and pray.
For just one hour, seek the Atman – call it what you may –
your Self, the Pearl within the mortal clay.
She said I wouldn’t die today,
it wasn’t written in the stars.
it wasn’t written in my hand.
And maybe she was right. Maybe.
So here is where I make my stand,
one last stand, let come what may:
and then I’ll sleep for ever –
or sleep tonight and die another day.
Isn’t it strange how ideas flow from your pen when you are writing poetry that would never otherwise cross your mind? The concept of Good and Evil in this poem is a perfect example …
The victory of Good over Evil?
Good and Evil
keep the universe in balance,
like yin and yang, male and female.
Good is the war against Evil,
Evil the war against Good.
Fending off
sticks and stones
and spears
is child’s-play.
Brushing off
your neighbours’ jeers,
the sneers of work-place rivals,
your own self-doubt and fears
is not.
Yet children do it
every day.
Time to plant a new seed,
start a new song,
pen a new poem,
say a new prayer.
Time to set out on
my travels again.
Roads to worlds
beyond the rainbow,
lands beyond the stars,
start here:
who knows where
this one may lead?
Living on Land 
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