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poems for seekers

2020 Camino Guides

Wokabaut_Meri

somewhere along the Way
Camino(s) past & future
Camino Francés 2015
Pilgrims Way 2018
Via Francigena #1 Canterbury-Dover 2018
Perfect again, dear poet.

My parents' lives changed drastically that day, both at university in Poland... both gone now... and you mention
For it is hard to go to sleep

this night

as the ghosts of millions

softly sigh

like a murmuring of starlings

at the fading

of the light.
my mother always spoke of how the bird song faded and was lost throughout those long war years. She became a passionate advocate for our feathered friends and they, in return, gave her great consolation with their songs.

Thank you for your gift of words
 
Perfect again, dear poet.

My parents' lives changed drastically that day, both at university in Poland... both gone now... and you mention


my mother always spoke of how the bird song faded and was lost throughout those long war years. She became a passionate advocate for our feathered friends and they, in return, gave her great consolation with their songs.

Thank you for your gift of words
Thank you for reading them. I think of the nightingales high above the gunfire in WW1 and am constantly amazed. My swifts are my camino birds of choice tho!:)

The Malingerer.
 
Dear Malingerer, you always touch a nerve. Three verses come to mind as a result of your two recent posts;
Into the valley of death rode the 600...
Not a drum was heard...
I will wear more purple...
Clearly enough, the first two could be written again time and time again... when will we ever learn?
The third one is a variation of the final line of a verse supposedly written by a US lady about her old age. She will eat more ice cream, she will wear more purple. If only life could be so simple. Subjunctive notwithstanding, to borrow from another recent post! Thank you. One of my reasons for scanning the forum is to watch and find your posts. Truly.
I enjoy your replies! Truly! :) even tho the subject matter is grim I still think writing about it is worthwhile.

thank you.

The Malingerer.
 
I enjoy your replies! Truly! :) even tho the subject matter is grim I still think writing about it is worthwhile.

thank you.

The Malingerer.
THE FAR SIDE

I tried to explain to my son

that the young do not understand World War II

but he replied

that they too have had their wars:

" The Nam

Korea

Afghanistan

Iraq "

bit in my book they would be

conflicts

unequal to the industrialised murder

of The Holocaust

or the scientific slaughter

of the Atomic Bomb

but if you are being killed

does the terminology matter

or the numbers count?

The heart is not a calculator

And suddenly I was old

I came from The Far Side

pre-war

and suddenly I knew it

and admitted it

to let go the chains

and live

irrespective of my years

and hope the young will see me

as a bouy that marks the reefs

and hidden channels

or pass me by on Camino

when I sit a-rucksaack

head in hands

not asleep

but wrapt in dreams

of other-lands

and always

on the road.

Walk soft

Stay safe

and as ever

Via

con Dios

The Malingerer
 

Wokabaut_Meri

somewhere along the Way
Camino(s) past & future
Camino Francés 2015
Pilgrims Way 2018
Via Francigena #1 Canterbury-Dover 2018
Thank you for reading them. I think of the nightingales high above the gunfire in WW1 and am constantly amazed. My swifts are my camino birds of choice tho!:)

The Malingerer.
The storks in all their scruffy majesty are our Camino birds. Although we did have a cuckoo shadow a lot of the Way. At times we thought the Cuckoo call was very apt...
 
Usually, I do not reply to such stuff! you have given me a great laugh, sir!
AUTUMN

Turn the leaves

colours

of a dappled horse

in fickle light.


Gull wails

of storms at sea.


Crows screech

of mans' fate

in inland turmoil.


A woman dies alone:

a bad fall

and all of us

a little diminished

whilst she

returns to The All.


Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Via

con Dios.

The malingerer.
 
Camino(s) past & future
Frances(2006) Portugues(2013)
San Salvador (2017) Ingles (2019)
AUTUMN

Turn the leaves

colours

of a dappled horse

in fickle light.


Gull wails

of storms at sea.


Crows screech

of mans' fate

in inland turmoil.


A woman dies alone:

a bad fall

and all of us

a little diminished

whilst she

returns to The All.


Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Via

con Dios.

The malingerer.
Once more, thank you. Thank you.
 
THE LAST DANCE

Clouds

like white feathers

gently brush the blue

whilst the green of trees

upwards strives

as the dance-floor is prepared

for summer late

to tantalise the eye

ere winter

chills the heart.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con

Dios.

The malingerer.
THE STARS ARE BACK

Early

in the morn

on impulse

I get up

and look out

my windows.

Enchantment!

The sky is full of stars.

Where once my day

was empty

at the departure of the Swifts

and the Heavens

just a blackness

now:

a multitude of lanterns

twinkle

teem

and laugh with me to say:

" We are the reminders

of your soul-journey:

your Camino.

It is Equinox

and soon the dark

of Winter.

But turns the wheel

and Solstice

will come round.

So rest

prepare

and do not count the days:

they are as drops of water

in the river of your life".

And back to bed I went

content.

Walk soft

stay safe

And

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The malingerer.
 
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THE STARS ARE BACK

Early

in the morn

on impulse

I get up

and look out

my windows.

Enchantment!

The sky is full of stars.

Where once my day

was empty

at the departure of the Swifts

and the Heavens

just a blackness

now:

a multitude of lanterns

twinkle

teem

and laugh with me to say:

" We are the reminders

of your soul-journey:

your Camino.

It is Equinox

and soon the dark

of Winter.

But turns the wheel

and Solstice

will come round.

So rest

prepare

and do not count the days:

they are as drops of water

in the river of your life".

And back to bed I went

content.

Walk soft

stay safe

And

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The malingerer.

A ROSE IN THE RAIN

Wind rising

sky darkening

rain squalling

I begin to mutter

and feel down

and then I remember

trialling contact lenses

on a Belfast street

in the pouring rain

dumbstruck

bewitched

for the first time

I see a rose

in the rain

colours enchanting beyond belief

texture too sacred to touch

I stood and gazed for ages

imbibing the all

and I remember

remember

remember.


Walk soft

stay safe

and

as always

Vaya

con Dios.


The malingerer.
 
A ROSE IN THE RAIN

Wind rising

sky darkening

rain squalling

I begin to mutter

and feel down

and then I remember

trialling contact lenses

on a Belfast street

in the pouring rain

dumbstruck

bewitched

for the first time

I see a rose

in the rain

colours enchanting beyond belief

texture too sacred to touch

I stood and gazed for ages

imbibing the all

and I remember

remember

remember.


Walk soft

stay safe

and

as always

Vaya

con Dios.


The malingerer.

THE TWELFTH STONE

I weigh my past

on the scales of present:

the right hand side is empty.

It contains Futures

from the realms of Choice.


The lighting of candles

meditation

are but delays

allays

to fears crippling

and yet the twelfth stone

is Harvest.

A Reminder

that Time

has it's own rules

and Harvest is reaped

when Time

decides.


Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The malingerer.
 
Camino(s) past & future
Frances(2006) Portugues(2013)
San Salvador (2017) Ingles (2019)
THE TWELFTH STONE

I weigh my past

on the scales of present:

the right hand side is empty.

It contains Futures

from the realms of Choice.


The lighting of candles

meditation

are but delays

allays

to fears crippling

and yet the twelfth stone

is Harvest.

A Reminder

that Time

has it's own rules

and Harvest is reaped

when Time

decides.


Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The malingerer.
so deep....
 

OzAnnie

Veteran Member
Camino(s) past & future
'Portuguese,Frances,Norte,Salvador/primitivo,Le puy, Inglés, CDM, Invierno, Fin/Mux, VDLP spring19
THE TWELFTH STONE

I weigh my past

on the scales of present:

the right hand side is empty.

It contains Futures

from the realms of Choice.


The lighting of candles

meditation

are but delays

allays

to fears crippling

and yet the twelfth stone

is Harvest.

A Reminder

that Time

has it's own rules

and Harvest is reaped

when Time

decides.


Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The malingerer.
@malingerer
I hope you’re feeling well. It is all mapped out for us . Keep your eyes peeled- Just don’t go tripping on any stones.
Take care
Annie
 
Camino(s) past & future
Camino Frances, May-June (2017)
Ingles, 2019
Leon-Sarria, June (2019)
Le Puy-Santiago (2023)
i hope to recommence vdlp sep this year having struggled from malaga to merida some years ago. hopefully i will fly into sevilla and then train up to merida. the poetry will be written as i go. i have one more eye op to go and then i can start to train hard. i am not a good photographer and i really liked windswepts contribution so the poems are for me and all those befuddled about not only why they go a camino but always come back to it!

I am a long way
from who I am
and even further
from who I was
who I will be
heaven knows
I wear the tattoo
of the rose
the seeker's badge
of time and space
a distant point
on the homeward race
to who I am

yours,
The Malingerer
I love this! Thank you and everyone else for sharing, my contribution was inspired by my first Camino.
 

Attachments

Thank you so much for this. It is early still, and light is slowly coming as I read your reflection. A gift for me as I walk through this day.
LADYBIRD

A Turner evening

of red and gold

reflects on tiny wings of

Ladybird

as gracious lands she

on my window pane

to leave me gifts of thoughts

then off again

in wind and rain

beckoning me to follow

West of South

Santiago

But I am tied

by Time

Health

Wealth

Old Sorrow

So I say

"Soon, Manana."

After Solstice I will borrow

for that of my needs

waits on the morrow

but

little things I put aside

just to remind me:

"Poco y Poco".

Walk soft

stay safe

and as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
 
LADYBIRD

A Turner evening

of red and gold

reflects on tiny wings of

Ladybird

as gracious lands she

on my window pane

to leave me gifts of thoughts

then off again

in wind and rain

beckoning me to follow

West of South

Santiago

But I am tied

by Time

Health

Wealth

Old Sorrow

So I say

"Soon, Manana."

After Solstice I will borrow

for that of my needs

waits on the morrow

but

little things I put aside

just to remind me:

"Poco y Poco".

Walk soft

stay safe

and as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
GIRL IN A CONTAINER

such a pretty face

it haunts me

her dying text:

"Mum! I can't breathe"

a condemnation

of the scum who killed her.

Traffickers?

Murderers

Slavers

Then as now

the dirty face of greed.


I felt stifled today

with humidity

but I had air to breathe

and birdsong

She

could only feel the shadows

and the closing dark.
 
GIRL IN A CONTAINER

such a pretty face

it haunts me

her dying text:

"Mum! I can't breathe"

a condemnation

of the scum who killed her.

Traffickers?

Murderers

Slavers

Then as now

the dirty face of greed.


I felt stifled today

with humidity

but I had air to breathe

and birdsong

She

could only feel the shadows

and the closing dark.

My prayers for her

feel like withered leaves

and not the petals

of the rose

she should have trod.


Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
 
VIA DOLOROSA

From many places they come

to die in deserts

drown at sea

suffocate in sealed containers.


But still they come

upon their way

into the West

seeking a new sun

a better life.


One

walked for us

carrying our cross

that Death be not an ending

and left us gifts

of Deeds and Words

like Beacons

in The Dark.


Walk soft

stay safe

and
as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer
 
VIA DOLOROSA

From many places they come

to die in deserts

drown at sea

suffocate in sealed containers.


But still they come

upon their way

into the West

seeking a new sun

a better life.


One

walked for us

carrying our cross

that Death be not an ending

and left us gifts

of Deeds and Words

like Beacons

in The Dark.


Walk soft

stay safe

and
as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer
 
NUMBERS

Today

I stand in silence

remembering the lost of war

too many to count.

But numbers win:

millions of bullets

bombs

thousands of ships and planes.

In my flat

warm and dry

I drink coffee

as a small paragraph in a paper

catches my eye:

two women die every week

battered to death by monsters

that once they had loved.

No monument for them

except the space in a mother's heart

where a moment's silence

is forever.

Walk soft

stay soft

and as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The malingerer.
 
NUMBERS

Today

I stand in silence

remembering the lost of war

too many to count.

But numbers win:

millions of bullets

bombs

thousands of ships and planes.

In my flat

warm and dry

I drink coffee

as a small paragraph in a paper

catches my eye:

two women die every week

battered to death by monsters

that once they had loved.

No monument for them

except the space in a mother's heart

where a moment's silence

is forever.

Walk soft

stay soft

and as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The malingerer.

FAREWELL


I read Hemingway's

" Farewell to Arms"

Italy fights Austria

World War One

The snow falls on the mountains

bullets

pierce flesh.


Italy will join Austria

World War Two

The snow

will still fall

on the mountains

Bullets

pierce flesh.


But Christmas

fights on

in a child's smile

and I hope

Oh God

I hope

for a real

new

Year.

Walk soft

stay safe

and as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
 
Camino(s) past & future
Frances(2006) Portugues(2013)
San Salvador (2017) Ingles (2019)
FAREWELL


I read Hemingway's

" Farewell to Arms"

Italy fights Austria

World War One

The snow falls on the mountains

bullets

pierce flesh.


Italy will join Austria

World War Two

The snow

will still fall

on the mountains

Bullets

pierce flesh.


But Christmas

fights on

in a child's smile

and I hope

Oh God

I hope

for a real

new

Year.

Walk soft

stay safe

and as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
I have been watching out... so now, thank you. And, as I have no doubt you ask also: when will we ever learn?
 
I have been watching out... so now, thank you. And, as I have no doubt you ask also: when will we ever learn?

TAKING MY STONES TO THE DEEP

I shall not

to Cruz de Ferro go

I shall instead

to a place of my heart

consigning our stones

to the deep

at sunset.

I shall whisper the words

to our little one:

"Vaya con dios mi Corazon,

vaya con Dios".


Walk soft

stay safe

and as ever

Vaya con Dios

The malingerer.
 
Camino(s) past & future
Frances(2006) Portugues(2013)
San Salvador (2017) Ingles (2019)
A little Polish angel has just joined the heavenly throng, so I will send your words to her aunt, my friend. Thank you.
 
A little Polish angel has just joined the heavenly throng, so I will send your words to her aunt, my friend. Thank you.
LITTLE LIVES LOST

Little lives lost

like the last of leaves

on winter's trees

many

by The Horsemen

as savage as the hounds

on fox.

I thought of this

reading the anguish

of a mother's impassioned plea

for her stillborn son

that his name should be

on the family Christmas cards

for he was family too

not to be forgotten

and I thought of mine own

little one

not to be forgotten.

I let the tears fall

here in the silence

and the privacy

of my flat

as I look into The West

following her tiny footprints

across my heart

my soul

leading me on

to Camino

and the greater journey.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
 
LITTLE LIVES LOST

Little lives lost

like the last of leaves

on winter's trees

many

by The Horsemen

as savage as the hounds

on fox.

I thought of this

reading the anguish

of a mother's impassioned plea

for her stillborn son

that his name should be

on the family Christmas cards

for he was family too

not to be forgotten

and I thought of mine own

little one

not to be forgotten.

I let the tears fall

here in the silence

and the privacy

of my flat

as I look into The West

following her tiny footprints

across my heart

my soul

leading me on

to Camino

and the greater journey.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
JOSIAH

I

am Josiah

heir to the bloodlines

of

Atlantis Deep

The Warriors of the West

and the poets of far Procyon

Blown by the Universal Wind

my Timeline took me

to the Blue Planet

I loved it

and would not leave.

But I grow mortal

and old

beginning to fade

and feel the pull

of my mother star.

I have beheld the sword of Troy

drawn bow against the Egyptian

saw the fall of Acre

and the loss of The Holy Land.

I have walked with pilgrims

and shared the joy

of the road

not knowing

I was preparing

for the road of return .

I have a love here

and have known heartbeat

and loss

that will go with me

as reminders:

that forever

is a long and lonely place

if loveless.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
 
Please do so at any time, Kirkie. I am more than glad if they are of use.

The Malingerer
SOLSTICE

Solstice whispers

to the Christmas Child

who brings some sun

but Winter whispers:

" I

am here

to cleanse the Way

and soften Earth

for Spring Equinox

and the opening of the road

with flower

and returning Swifts."

I smile

polish my boots

check my rucksack

and wait

for that soft easy slide-out

in the morning

with West-Wind

Westward

calling

calling.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.


The Malingerer.

Merry Xmas and a good New Year to you all.
 
SOLSTICE

Solstice whispers

to the Christmas Child

who brings some sun

but Winter whispers:

" I

am here

to cleanse the Way

and soften Earth

for Spring Equinox

and the opening of the road

with flower

and returning Swifts."

I smile

polish my boots

check my rucksack

and wait

for that soft easy slide-out

in the morning

with West-Wind

Westward

calling

calling.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.


The Malingerer.

Merry Xmas and a good New Year to you all.

A PATCHWORK QUILT...….

……… of memories

assails me.

A little lizard

peering at me from under a stone

cadging a lift

on my boot!

A splash of colour

as a hoopoe flits down to feed.

A scented sprig from a bush

tucked into a strap

of my rucksack.

The dusk whispering a lullaby

as stars

giggling like schoolchildren

on an outing

crocodile across the night.

Trees here drinking in

an unseasonal winter sun:

cousin to the force

of the high meseta

on a summer morn.

High up

a vapour trail heads North

but my heart

has to the Southward gone

a-camino.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
 
Camino(s) past & future
Frances(2006) Portugues(2013)
San Salvador (2017) Ingles (2019)
How beautiful! Your gift of weaving words into a delightful picture reduces me to silence...thanks.
 
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How beautiful! Your gift of weaving words into a delightful picture reduces me to silence...thanks.
A TIME TO......…

................ stand on the hub

of the wheel of time

holding tight

as round the rim in mad circles

race my pasts

my futures

shouldering my nows aside.

I grow grim

on this first day

of a new year

till comes a silent plea

as watching a small family

of long-tailed tits

dining at my feeder

I slip the bolt and smile

to see my heart skip out

and play.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Via

con Dios.

The malingerer.

:)
 

OzAnnie

Veteran Member
Camino(s) past & future
'Portuguese,Frances,Norte,Salvador/primitivo,Le puy, Inglés, CDM, Invierno, Fin/Mux, VDLP spring19
Perfect! I’m watching a few wild birds drop in for a drink too. I’ve also just had my first glimpse (for 2020 that is) of the beautiful ‘blue wren ‘. You have to be quick. I had time to smile but I didn’t waste the moment trying to capture a pic. The blue wren is not as regular as it used to be.
Happy New Year @malingerer
Keep those thoughts flowing to us please in 2020

Buen camino
Annie
 
Perfect! I’m watching a few wild birds drop in for a drink too. I’ve also just had my first glimpse (for 2020 that is) of the beautiful ‘blue wren ‘. You have to be quick. I had time to smile but I didn’t waste the moment trying to capture a pic. The blue wren is not as regular as it used to be.
Happy New Year @malingerer
Keep those thoughts flowing to us please in 2020

Buen camino
Annie
ELEMENTALS

I sit

as Elders do

my elbows on my knees.

I was reading

" ORDINARY WOLVES"

a novel of the North Land:

Ice.

And on the television

Fire

in the South

as man is raged to the coast.

The sea will not welcome us

back to the source

with our poisons

and she will rise to warn us

like a Mother

to remind us

you must go to the stars

but only if you have learned

and I wonder

will there be wolves and firestorms

going with us as Elemantals

in the hold of our Noah's Ark?

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
 
ELEMENTALS

I sit

as Elders do

my elbows on my knees.

I was reading

" ORDINARY WOLVES"

a novel of the North Land:

Ice.

And on the television

Fire

in the South

as man is raged to the coast.

The sea will not welcome us

back to the source

with our poisons

and she will rise to warn us

like a Mother

to remind us

you must go to the stars

but only if you have learned

and I wonder

will there be wolves and firestorms

going with us as Elemantals

in the hold of our Noah's Ark?

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.

AS COMES THE LIGHT

The day lengthens

like a cat

in the morning

stretching

for it's daytime hunt.

I

am prey.

My heart knows this game

for I too

am of the cat:

born in the year of The Tiger.

I will stalk us both

through the tangle of hours

and weeping showers

mingling the blue above the clouds

and dripping light enough
 
AS COMES THE LIGHT

The day lengthens

like a cat

in the morning

stretching

for it's daytime hunt.

I

am prey.

My heart knows this game

for I too

am of the cat:

born in the year of The Tiger.

I will stalk us both

through the tangle of hours

and weeping showers

mingling the blue above the clouds

and dripping light enough

to lure me on.

I have the times official

of sunrise and sunset

and judge them against

the blackbird's early whistle

and the crows return to roost

as now we call a truce

and agree this day to end.

As soft my day walks off

to the end of the world

beyond horizon

and I to the electric sun

within my flat

and a wait for Moon

to give meaning

to my time.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios

The malingerer.
 
I am glad I waited! I knew you would finish it...
WOLVES AND TIME

And Time feeds

on my scattering thoughts

like wolves

upon the caribou

harrying.


I have bottled my wine

read my book

and now face North

as the rain rattles

my window.


My electric flat

reflects no flame

except that of candle

and it is long

since I brewed my coffee

on open fire.


I hurry towards my past

with Ancestor smiling

at places where

imitation stone axes

and freshly minted flint arrowheads

are for sale

to those who like

their wildness

theme-parked themed.


But dawn light

brings a clearness

with the coldness of winter sky

washing a church roof

and Spain cradles me

with flamenco

to remind me

that there still be wolves

in Iberia.


Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
 
WOLVES AND TIME

And Time feeds

on my scattering thoughts

like wolves

upon the caribou

harrying.


I have bottled my wine

read my book

and now face North

as the rain rattles

my window.


My electric flat

reflects no flame

except that of candle

and it is long

since I brewed my coffee

on open fire.


I hurry towards my past

with Ancestor smiling

at places where

imitation stone axes

and freshly minted flint arrowheads

are for sale

to those who like

their wildness

theme-parked themed.


But dawn light

brings a clearness

with the coldness of winter sky

washing a church roof

and Spain cradles me

with flamenco

to remind me

that there still be wolves

in Iberia.


Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.

POETS OF THE WIND

And I hear words

in the breath

of yesteryear

spanning time

like an eternal bridge

stronger than steel

lighter

than the snowflakes

that I feel upon my face.

I pay no heed

to cold and rain

for my eyes

are my window panes

down which

words fall

and I can taste them

as I did as child

and smile.

They will serve me well

upon Meseta

mile after mile

that long long aisle

to my next

sleep.

walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer
 
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OzAnnie

Veteran Member
Camino(s) past & future
'Portuguese,Frances,Norte,Salvador/primitivo,Le puy, Inglés, CDM, Invierno, Fin/Mux, VDLP spring19
POETS OF THE WIND

And I hear words

in the breath

of yesteryear

spanning time

like an eternal bridge

stronger than steel

lighter

than the snowflakes

that I feel upon my face.

I pay no heed

to cold and rain

for my eyes

are my window panes

down which

words fall

and I can taste them

as I did as child

and smile.

They will serve me well

upon Meseta

mile after mile

that long long aisle

to my next

sleep.

walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer
As I was reading the first 8 or so lines ; I stopped and listened ..and re read a few times more; again thinking deeply. it captures the thoughts and feelings I (we all) am thinking about each time on our own individual caminos, whether in spain or France or the place of our childhood. ie. who was here and is leaving a message for me/us in the future. If I listen hard enough, I’ll hear and understand. Maybe I am a bit 😜 crazy but I do think that way.
Right now in Oz I am listening to the beautiful sound of rain! rain ! It’s been so long. A couple of pigeons have decided to come under my back patio awning to stay dry. They are probably confused with the rain. Thankyou again Maingerer , you are obviously very in tune with the universe.
Buen camino
Annie
 
As I was reading the first 8 or so lines ; I stopped and listened ..and re read a few times more; again thinking deeply. it captures the thoughts and feelings I (we all) am thinking about each time on our own individual caminos, whether in spain or France or the place of our childhood. ie. who was here and is leaving a message for me/us in the future. If I listen hard enough, I’ll hear and understand. Maybe I am a bit 😜 crazy but I do think that way.
Right now in Oz I am listening to the beautiful sound of rain! rain ! It’s been so long. A couple of pigeons have decided to come under my back patio awning to stay dry. They are probably confused with the rain. Thankyou again Maingerer , you are obviously very in tune with the universe.
Buen camino
Annie

THE DEATH OF WILL

Holocaust Memorial Day

has passed

with fine speeches

and promises

to build memorials.

I think of Ireland's dead

in the years of hunger

when almost two million of my people

starved to death

surrounded by plenty.

No apologies for them

or memorials either.

I watch the film " EVEREST"

a tale of bravery

endurance

loyalty

but an exercise in choice.

The mountain makes its own weather

and will always

have the last

word.

Those who climb

know this

and exercise their will

and choice.

Those who die of hunger

in the ditch

have no choice

and neither do those

being marched to the gas chambers.

If I cannot exercise

my choice

or will

is this not humanity's

true Holocaust:

the death of will?


Walk soft

stay safe

and

as evr,

Vaya

con Dios.

The malingerer.
 
THE DEATH OF WILL

Holocaust Memorial Day

has passed

with fine speeches

and promises

to build memorials.

I think of Ireland's dead

in the years of hunger

when almost two million of my people

starved to death

surrounded by plenty.

No apologies for them

or memorials either.

I watch the film " EVEREST"

a tale of bravery

endurance

loyalty

but an exercise in choice.

The mountain makes its own weather

and will always

have the last

word.

Those who climb

know this

and exercise their will

and choice.

Those who die of hunger

in the ditch

have no choice

and neither do those

being marched to the gas chambers.

If I cannot exercise

my choice

or will

is this not humanity's

true Holocaust:

the death of will?


Walk soft

stay safe

and

as evr,

Vaya

con Dios.

The malingerer.
 
CIARA

The Dark-Hair batters these islands

with her rage

but Ireland

stands strong

with her cliffs in grim and silent defiance.


Twice this day

I have braved the wind

and allowed myself a wrinkly wobble or two.
:)

The trees of park

give me shelter

and whisper old and ancient

thoughts of comfort.

The evergreens encircle me

and an oak stands as buttress

against the gale.


Some branches look

as they soon will fall:

old age?

I lose more neighbours

from cancer

and " age-related " syndromes.

But a pup comes up to play

to remind me of the cycle

as do the daffodils:

waving their bright yellow banners

to welcome spring and life.

Walk soft.

Stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
 
CIARA

The Dark-Hair batters these islands

with her rage

but Ireland

stands strong

with her cliffs in grim and silent defiance.


Twice this day

I have braved the wind

and allowed myself a wrinkly wobble or two.
:)

The trees of park

give me shelter

and whisper old and ancient

thoughts of comfort.

The evergreens encircle me

and an oak stands as buttress

against the gale.


Some branches look

as they soon will fall:

old age?

I lose more neighbours

from cancer

and " age-related " syndromes.

But a pup comes up to play

to remind me of the cycle

as do the daffodils:

waving their bright yellow banners

to welcome spring and life.

Walk soft.

Stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.

CONSTANT

Sunlight

dappling the park

between the rains

still shows my trees

standing firm

and sending

thoughts:

" Do not sway

or bend

in the winds

of fanatics

or gurus.

When your hear knows The Way

your feet will follow."

Walk soft

stay safe

And

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
 
CONSTANT

Sunlight

dappling the park

between the rains

still shows my trees

standing firm

and sending

thoughts:

" Do not sway

or bend

in the winds

of fanatics

or gurus.

When your hear knows The Way

your feet will follow."

Walk soft

stay safe

And

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.

Did you spot the mistake? That should have written " heart" not "hear" ! :)

The malingerer.
 
Camino(s) past & future
Frances(2006) Portugues(2013)
San Salvador (2017) Ingles (2019)
Did you spot the mistake? That should have written " heart" not "hear" ! :)

The malingerer.
Yes, dear poet! I have just replied on another thread, about markers for language. It was some time ago on this forum that i relaised this is not a place for correcting either command of language or typos. The brain does compensate in the second case, and the first is part of the wonderful melting pot of swirling adaptations to the language pool when our borders are open to all comers.
 
Yes, dear poet! I have just replied on another thread, about markers for language. It was some time ago on this forum that i relaised this is not a place for correcting either command of language or typos. The brain does compensate in the second case, and the first is part of the wonderful melting pot of swirling adaptations to the language pool when our borders are open to all comers.

EH?

:)

THE MALINGERER !
 
Camino(s) past & future
Frances(2006) Portugues(2013)
San Salvador (2017) Ingles (2019)
What do you mean, eh? It was not long after I got up that I wrote the above, that is my excuse.
To answer your question, leaving my newly acquired book entitled Hygge, yes I had noticed. Now back to learning about Hygge.
 
What do you mean, eh? It was not long after I got up that I wrote the above, that is my excuse.
To answer your question, leaving my newly acquired book entitled Hygge, yes I had noticed. Now back to learning about Hygge.
i'm gonna hate myself for askin, but who or what is Hygge? I seem to recall somewhere in the ether of my mind, a strange Nordic sort of feel-good?

:)

The Malingerer.
 
Camino(s) past & future
Frances(2006) Portugues(2013)
San Salvador (2017) Ingles (2019)
You got it in one. As did I. One euro for a gorgeous little book which holds the secret of Hygge. Watch this space.
 
You got it in one. As did I. One euro for a gorgeous little book which holds the secret of Hygge. Watch this space.
PLAGUE AND PROVIDENCE

Fear begins to eat us

restrict our travel

heighten our divisions

corrode our conversations

whilst storm JORGE

grinds our shores.

I look up

as I walk towards

the supermarket

and there he sits

can in hand

one beside him

another at his feet

There is a small smile

on his face

and a look of distance

in his eyes.

He is immune.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
 
PLAGUE AND PROVIDENCE

Fear begins to eat us

restrict our travel

heighten our divisions

corrode our conversations

whilst storm JORGE

grinds our shores.

I look up

as I walk towards

the supermarket

and there he sits

can in hand

one beside him

another at his feet

There is a small smile

on his face

and a look of distance

in his eyes.

He is immune.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.

WAITING

….can be a hollow Hell

as if one is stuck

inside a giant Burmese python

so vast

you cannot touch the sides

and yet

smothered by the weightlessness

that grows hot

until I make Espresso

rich

dark

sweet

to bring me tales of Java/Sumatra

India's plantations

and Spain

with cascading flamenco

and the dance of death

with the bull.

I reach into the box

at the back of my mind

marked " Reduced to Clear "

and offer it to Waiting

who gracefully accepts the morsel

more for the gesture than size

and the shadows draw back

as we all concede a draw

in the endless game

of life.

Walk soft

stay safe

and as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
 
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WAITING

….can be a hollow Hell

as if one is stuck

inside a giant Burmese python

so vast

you cannot touch the sides

and yet

smothered by the weightlessness

that grows hot

until I make Espresso

rich

dark

sweet

to bring me tales of Java/Sumatra

India's plantations

and Spain

with cascading flamenco

and the dance of death

with the bull.

I reach into the box

at the back of my mind

marked " Reduced to Clear "

and offer it to Waiting

who gracefully accepts the morsel

more for the gesture than size

and the shadows draw back

as we all concede a draw

in the endless game

of life.

Walk soft

stay safe

and as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
Think I messed this one up!
 
Camino(s) past & future
Frances(2006) Portugues(2013)
San Salvador (2017) Ingles (2019)
Think I messed this one up!
Well, fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, well fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it!
I take what you write as morsels, part of a great feast...so, never finished. As ever, thank you.
 
Well, fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, well fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it!
I take what you write as morsels, part of a great feast...so, never finished. As ever, thank you.
When I have an error I usually compound it by getting mixed up with the bloody save/edit/preview commands! nowt wrong with the poem itself, its just the wretched typing skills! Having said that, it is a bit of a weird poem which has me wondering about the layers it conceals. They will no doubt bubble up sometime after the blue cheese and home made wine supper! :) :)

Yours aye,

The malingerer.
 
When I have an error I usually compound it by getting mixed up with the bloody save/edit/preview commands! nowt wrong with the poem itself, its just the wretched typing skills! Having said that, it is a bit of a weird poem which has me wondering about the layers it conceals. They will no doubt bubble up sometime after the blue cheese and home made wine supper! :) :)

Yours aye,

The malingerer.
THE BLACKBIRD

Small she was

and young

but bright of eye

and gazed at me

most steadfastly

as slowly

walked I

by.

I made the sound

and both we walked

her

along the wall

when suddenly

she was off

tho still

I heard her

call.

Was she reminding me

of hearth and home

where a tired Self

may cease

to roam?

Alas!

for I

must onward walk

as home to me

is in the roam

and this

the blackbird knows.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

Con Dios.

The Malingerer.
 
Oh, so lovely! Thank you.
PAINTING

I paint with sound

using my ears as brushes

my heart as easel

and my soul

canvas.

Dawn

the background to the light

on a newborn rose

and a soft rain murmurs

in shades of grey.

The morning blackbird

that coloured my dreams

with song

paints a melody

like arrows

for my feet to follow

and the creak

of my rucksack

from yesteryear

is a lament

and a calling

for Camino

Camino

where all my senses meet

and I

am whole.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
 
PAINTING

I paint with sound

using my ears as brushes

my heart as easel

and my soul

canvas.

Dawn

the background to the light

on a newborn rose

and a soft rain murmurs

in shades of grey.

The morning blackbird

that coloured my dreams

with song

paints a melody

like arrows

for my feet to follow

and the creak

of my rucksack

from yesteryear

is a lament

and a calling

for Camino

Camino

where all my senses meet

and I

am whole.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.

SOCIAL DISTANCE

The Virus

tightens

its grip

but loosens

contact

Those that used to hug

falter

at a certain distance

smile weakly

exchange banalities

then on we go

I avoid where possible

and seek new quiet routes

On one

I rounded a corner

the back of an old building

shielded

by the new

A small triangular garden

walled and hedged

caught my eye

neat

despite the overnight man made rain

of bottles and tin cans

A blackbird watches me

quietly

then carries on her task

intent

on collecting nest material

for this now

All else is immaterial

she chirrups

as I leave

in respectful distance

and both we

smile.

Wal soft

stay safe

and

as evr

Vaya

con Dios

The Malingerer.
 
SOCIAL DISTANCE

The Virus

tightens

its grip

but loosens

contact

Those that used to hug

falter

at a certain distance

smile weakly

exchange banalities

then on we go

I avoid where possible

and seek new quiet routes

On one

I rounded a corner

the back of an old building

shielded

by the new

A small triangular garden

walled and hedged

caught my eye

neat

despite the overnight man made rain

of bottles and tin cans

A blackbird watches me

quietly

then carries on her task

intent

on collecting nest material

for this now

All else is immaterial

she chirrups

as I leave

in respectful distance

and both we

smile.

Wal soft

stay safe

and

as evr

Vaya

con Dios

The Malingerer.
GRATITUDE

for the morning sun

the rising dawn

the blackbird's song

flight of gull

My café is closed

VIRUS

so I take my stove

and brew tea

in an empty square

peaceful

then I head home

towing my trailer ( Esmeralda)

who glides along

thinking we

are on the

Veedlepee!

Why not?

Next time I'll brew coffee

close my eyes

wait for the morning sun

to rise

on my mountains

with gratitude

for the days they let me

walk

amongst them.

Walk soft stay safe

and

as ever

Via

con Dios

The Malingerer.
 
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Camino(s) past & future
Frances(2006) Portugues(2013)
San Salvador (2017) Ingles (2019)
GRATITUDE

for the morning sun

the rising dawn

the blackbird's song

flight of gull

My café is closed

VIRUS

so I take my stove

and brew tea

in an empty square

peaceful

then I head home

towing my trailer ( Esmeralda)

who glides along

thinking we

are on the

Veedlepee!

Why not?

Next time I'll brew coffee

close my eyes

wait for the morning sun

to rise

on my mountains

with gratitude

for the days they let me

walk

amongst them.

Walk soft stay safe

and

as ever

Via

con Dios

The Malingerer.
I wait for your next editions...
 
I wait for your next editions...
TIMES

A squirrel leaps

along a tree

no virus he

to shackle him

A frustrated yapping dog

paws at the tree

and me

I contemplate

isolation

But the sun has come back

and my chilis grow apace

as my eyes begin to focus

on the blue

seeking black specks

with sickle wings

to let my heart know

always comes

the Camino

and swifts will bring me tidings

until I too

can go.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Via

con Dios.

The malingerer.
 
TIMES

A squirrel leaps

along a tree

no virus he

to shackle him

A frustrated yapping dog

paws at the tree

and me

I contemplate

isolation

But the sun has come back

and my chilis grow apace

as my eyes begin to focus

on the blue

seeking black specks

with sickle wings

to let my heart know

always comes

the Camino

and swifts will bring me tidings

until I too

can go.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Via

con Dios.

The malingerer.
 
PRAYER

I feel as if my beloved

Spain

is dying

and I

an ardent lover

cannot touch

I gave my blood

tears

sweat

and had them turned

to flowers

in my mind

Baking sun

freezing wind

rain

used like craftsmen's chisels

to strip away the vanities

on my soul

I am Celt

Iberian

I beseech my Guardian Angel

for return

to walk that earth

my hearth

my home

that the flame within me

will not die

and nor

shall she.

Walk soft

stay safe

and as ever

Vaya

con Dios


The Malingerer.
 
PRAYER

I feel as if my beloved

Spain

is dying

and I

an ardent lover

cannot touch

I gave my blood

tears

sweat

and had them turned

to flowers

in my mind

Baking sun

freezing wind

rain

used like craftsmen's chisels

to strip away the vanities

on my soul

I am Celt

Iberian

I beseech my Guardian Angel

for return

to walk that earth

my hearth

my home

that the flame within me

will not die

and nor

shall she.

Walk soft

stay safe

and as ever

Vaya

con Dios


The Malingerer.

WINE GUMS

There are those

who preach

about ' nutri bars'

and

energy food

Me

I'm a wine gum fan.

When facing a rise

the body needs

the sugar-rush:

ergo

the wine-gum!

I take two to start

and one

for every halt

till I reach the top

and then two more

before I turn the corner

and yes

another rise awaits

but

I have my wine gums

and slowly slowly

onward go.

This is an old old trick

that was old when first

I learned it

from someone old.

And I wonder

do the youngsters know

where the wine-gums grow?



:)

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

The Malingerer.
 

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