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SPRING

And softly slips the sunset

ever northwards

dusk on dusk

as spring triumphant

brings the dawn

ever closer

in Light Ascendant.


Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya con Dios

Samarkand.

THE TASTE OF SALT

.......................................... in every tear

reminds me of the brine of ocean spray

when the oars dipped

and the long-ship lifted

as I to Ireland came

to plunder

and raid

but stayed

to begat a line

Mc Glinchey

which through the Irish tongue relates

to Viking

and the ship.

That blood is still there

for at my birth

I had the red-gold hair

of my Ancestors

and still hear the call of deep.

I am Poet

and my old ones knew the Skalds

and the makers of Edda.

I learned much from them in that time

as they in turn reminded me

of their

Elders

who had gone to sea

in the two-masted leather boats

of a lattice wooden frame

and water-tight

with good rich butter.

It is Equinox now

and I feel the need to voyage

once again upon The Way

and into the West

land of the setting sun

and no return

from Joy.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios

Samarkand.
 
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THE TASTE OF SALT

.......................................... in every tear

reminds me of the brine of ocean spray

when the oars dipped

and the long-ship lifted

as I to Ireland came

to plunder

and raid

but stayed

to begat a line

Mc Glinchey

which through the Irish tongue relates

to Viking

and the ship.

That blood is still there

for at my birth

I had the red-gold hair

of my Ancestors

and still hear the call of deep.

I am Poet

and my old ones knew the Skalds

and the makers of Edda.

I learned much from them in that time

as they in turn reminded me

of their

Elders

who had gone to sea

in the two-masted leather boats

of a lattice wooden frame

and water-tight

with good rich butter.

It is Equinox now

and I feel the need to voyage

once again upon The Way

and into the West

land of the setting sun

and no return

from Joy.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios

Samarkand.

NAMING

What's in a name:

it is but a tendril

of mist in the morning

vanishing with the sun.

It cloaks much

and much we give it

often to hide

our uncertainty

our lack of knowledge

our arrogance

and pretension of ownership

For that which is

will silently steal away

and we will hold

an empty box

But at this

a wayward tendril

small

unseen

had lain against my heart

and now it whispered:

" This

is no empty box or flat;

it is your window-box"

And my new crop of chilis

giggled like children

in their pots

and so did I.

And that I

of I

needs no name:

it is there

within

the laughter.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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NAMING

What's in a name:

it is but a tendril

of mist in the morning

vanishing with the sun.

It cloaks much

and much we give it

often to hide

our uncertainty

our lack of knowledge

our arrogance

and pretension of ownership

For that which is

will silently steal away

and we will hold

an empty box

But at this

a wayward tendril

small

unseen

had lain against my heart

and now it whispered:

" This

is no empty box or flat;

it is your window-box"

And my new crop of chilis

giggled like children

in their pots

and so did I.

And that I

of I

needs no name:

it is there

within

the laughter.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.

BREATH

And retreating Winter

in his death throes

throws a last Cold

like a doomed gambler

And the bear breathes out that last of old

as so do I

and both we wait

till my feet are once again

upon the Way

and breathing in the first of New

when I go past that stone

I made my marker

in so many lives

ago.

Walk soft

stay safe

and as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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BREATH

And retreating Winter

in his death throes

throws a last Cold

like a doomed gambler

And the bear breathes out that last of old

as so do I

and both we wait

till my feet are once again

upon the Way

and breathing in the first of New

when I go past that stone

I made my marker

in so many lives

ago.

Walk soft

stay safe

and as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.

THE MOON AND HUNGER

a new moon hangs

like an old dusk's

stranger child

this spring

in a pale of blue

faded out of a washed lino floor

getting ready

for new footfalls

The wind is high and hard

cold

northerly

but I

want the south

to warm

and bring the swifts

my sprites

that will have flown

across Iberia

and the grapes

to capture sun

and ease my soul

at end of day.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.

my sprites
 
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THE MOON AND HUNGER

a new moon hangs

like an old dusk's

stranger child

this spring

in a pale of blue

faded out of a washed lino floor

getting ready

for new footfalls

The wind is high and hard

cold

northerly

but I

want the south

to warm

and bring the swifts

my sprites

that will have flown

across Iberia

and the grapes

to capture sun

and ease my soul

at end of day.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.

my sprites

MUSING

I light a stub of candle

and watch the sun go down

as my life

flies round in circles

on the rims of time unbound

I light some joss

and smell the smoke

to sanctify

the hour

as power of past

engulfs the now

and night

begins to flower

as last of gulls

has seaward fled

and stars

create a bower

for my sleep.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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MUSING

I light a stub of candle

and watch the sun go down

as my life

flies round in circles

on the rims of time unbound

I light some joss

and smell the smoke

to sanctify

the hour

as power of past

engulfs the now

and night

begins to flower

as last of gulls

has seaward fled

and stars

create a bower

for my sleep.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.


THE LAST OF LIGHT

And the light

pours out

like molten gold

from the last chalice

of evening

draining into the West

as if drunk by

the waiting Goddess of Night

preparing for the birth

of dawn and day

by cradling my tomorrow

in a coat of darkest blue

in this time

of summer velvet.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 

Mycroft

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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
You reminded me of a photo a friend took while touring South America in 2019. It is of a tile with the lyrics (in Spanish) from a song by G. Coria Penaloza, which I attach here.
 

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You reminded me of a photo a friend took while touring South America in 2019. It is of a tile with the lyrics (in Spanish) from a song by G. Coria Penaloza, which I attach here.
A tardy hi and thank you!

MI CORAZON PERDIDO

....it grows smaller

hiding

as the wings of leaving

flutter

each time I hold you

ere departing

You are my sun

and I need the warmth

to bring again

mine own unfolding

like the lark

of morning

and the first rose.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya con Dios

Samarkand

Written for someone I care about deeply

and yet

encapsulates also

my feelings about Camino.
 
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A tardy hi and thank you!

MI CORAZON PERDIDO

....it grows smaller

hiding

as the wings of leaving

flutter

each time I hold you

ere departing

You are my sun

and I need the warmth

to bring again

mine own unfolding

like the lark

of morning

and the first rose.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya con Dios

Samarkand

Written for someone I care about deeply

and yet

encapsulates also

my feelings about Camino.

IRONIES

the gulls of morning

drink the rain

before

in slow circles

descending

on the green of park

to ambush worms

escaping

flooded holes:

and I think

Irony

to escape the

gulley

and fall into a gullet.:confused:


But Memory

and Camino

combine

to lay a nugget

at my feet

the gold

of

yester

day

when rain

and wind

did push me on

and life for me

was footstep

on The Way.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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IRONIES

the gulls of morning

drink the rain

before

in slow circles

descending

on the green of park

to ambush worms

escaping

flooded holes:

and I think

Irony

to escape the

gulley

and fall into a gullet.:confused:


But Memory

and Camino

combine

to lay a nugget

at my feet

the gold

of

yester

day

when rain

and wind

did push me on

and life for me

was footstep

on The Way.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.

COLOUR

And the gull

dips her wingtip

like a fine-haired brush

in

to the pot of sun

and childlike

draws some squiggles

in the sky

to contain

the duvet clouds

of white

so that light between them

shines

amongst the grey

of showers

to remind me

of the night

when shepherds lit the vault

to fire

like a sundown Sistine chapel

of delight.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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COLOUR

And the gull

dips her wingtip

like a fine-haired brush

in

to the pot of sun

and childlike

draws some squiggles

in the sky

to contain

the duvet clouds

of white

so that light between them

shines

amongst the grey

of showers

to remind me

of the night

when shepherds lit the vault

to fire

like a sundown Sistine chapel

of delight.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.


RESONANCE

I am

as a reed

played by

The Great Winds

of

Time and Space

that sometimes

softly blow

upon my way

to where

I sit

and drink the wine

that sun

made music

might fill the soul

and tales

be whispered

to the heart.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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RESONANCE

I am

as a reed

played by

The Great Winds

of

Time and Space

that sometimes

softly blow

upon my way

to where

I sit

and drink the wine

that sun

made music

might fill the soul

and tales

be whispered

to the heart.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
TIMES

Raindrops

falling like dots

each one a world

and yet they join

to form a word

called Now

where Universes are born

and die

within

the cloud of being

lit by thunder

rapt

in Light.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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TIMES

Raindrops

falling like dots

each one a world

and yet they join

to form a word

called Now

where Universes are born

and die

within

the cloud of being

lit by thunder

rapt

in Light.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.

WINTER'S ORPHAN

Sullen

and angry the sky

this dusk

like the last

of winter's orphans

tormenting the spring

and making summer wail

as would a bullying child

in a shattered park

I do not see my swifts

and call them

"Come!

and bring your sickle wings

to reap the clouds

and harvest sun

that I might warm

my dreams".

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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WINTER'S ORPHAN

Sullen

and angry the sky

this dusk

like the last

of winter's orphans

tormenting the spring

and making summer wail

as would a bullying child

in a shattered park

I do not see my swifts

and call them

"Come!

and bring your sickle wings

to reap the clouds

and harvest sun

that I might warm

my dreams".

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.

EXCHANGES

And day

slow

hands in her colours

to approaching night

who sends in the guardians

robed

in darkest blue

black

and then the blue black

of approaching dawn.

My swifts

care not

and retain their

sickle winged blackness

as they scythe

the harvest sky

to build up muscle

store energy

and chivvy their young

to prepare

for south

and leaving.

They will however

fly over my

Iberia

Camino

and we will wish each other

well

when e'er we pass.

"Buen Camino ! "

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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EXCHANGES

And day

slow

hands in her colours

to approaching night

who sends in the guardians

robed

in darkest blue

black

and then the blue black

of approaching dawn.

My swifts

care not

and retain their

sickle winged blackness

as they scythe

the harvest sky

to build up muscle

store energy

and chivvy their young

to prepare

for south

and leaving.

They will however

fly over my

Iberia

Camino

and we will wish each other

well

when e'er we pass.

"Buen Camino ! "

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.

REFUGEE

I re-read TOLKIEN

and

THE TWO TOWERS

with mighty tales

of heroes

clad in gold

and wielding swords of power

and yet

through it all

I see a face

REFUGEE

limping

too old to run

leaning on a staff

and on her back

a small bag

perhaps provisions

Her eyes

downcast

look not to sky

so full of swifts

( in latter times
they will be
the STUKAS):

but only at her feet

and yet

and yet

she is a leader

walking before the armies

of droughts

and famines

plagues

always seeking

that better

LIFE

which is

our common goal

REFUGEE

our

MIRROR-MOTHER

often dulled

in which we gaze

to find

COMPASSION

for she knows too well

what little worth

we have when

LIFE

itself

evades us

as our stumbling feet

remind us

of the clay

from which we're baked

to form the vessel

of our self

that final

REFUGE

once our common goal

when

CAMINO

was new

REFUGIO

oft so little

and yet

and yet

encompassed

all our needs.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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REFUGEE

I re-read TOLKIEN

and

THE TWO TOWERS

with mighty tales

of heroes

clad in gold

and wielding swords of power

and yet

through it all

I see a face

REFUGEE

limping

too old to run

leaning on a staff

and on her back

a small bag

perhaps provisions

Her eyes

downcast

look not to sky

so full of swifts

( in latter times
they will be
the STUKAS):

but only at her feet

and yet

and yet

she is a leader

walking before the armies

of droughts

and famines

plagues

always seeking

that better

LIFE

which is

our common goal

REFUGEE

our

MIRROR-MOTHER

often dulled

in which we gaze

to find

COMPASSION

for she knows too well

what little worth

we have when

LIFE

itself

evades us

as our stumbling feet

remind us

of the clay

from which we're baked

to form the vessel

of our self

that final

REFUGE

once our common goal

when

CAMINO

was new

REFUGIO

oft so little

and yet

and yet

encompassed

all our needs.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.


GRIEVING

The Runes of the Road

are at a

standstill

crosroads

As the Shadow

does not pass

but hovers

and I wait

for the sun

to point

the way.

My love

is my Sun:

under a cloud

in a time of grief

that will

in time

pass.

Will I

be passed by?

My feet

struggle

with my heart

my soul

till night

quiets all

and the

dawn

my sunrise

finds me.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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GRIEVING

The Runes of the Road

are at a

standstill

crosroads

As the Shadow

does not pass

but hovers

and I wait

for the sun

to point

the way.

My love

is my Sun:

under a cloud

in a time of grief

that will

in time

pass.

Will I

be passed by?

My feet

struggle

with my heart

my soul

till night

quiets all

and the

dawn

my sunrise

finds me.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.

CHESS

A gull

dark against the deepening dusk

sculls his way

across the sky-sea.


A cloud

follows

slowly

for Night is playing chess

on a board

of his own making.


I send out a knight

so scout

for dreams;

he does not return.


I deepen my defence

retiring

as a hedgehog

to rest

regroup

and await the dawn.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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CHESS

A gull

dark against the deepening dusk

sculls his way

across the sky-sea.


A cloud

follows

slowly

for Night is playing chess

on a board

of his own making.


I send out a knight

so scout

for dreams;

he does not return.


I deepen my defence

retiring

as a hedgehog

to rest

regroup

and await the dawn.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
JULY

Clouds

white

small

dodging the wind and rain


My swifts

high

feeding

fattening

for

next month

August

they will leave


The elders

fly serious

but

a small group

youngsters

swirl and chatter

joy of living


This

is my month

Birthday

and already

my mind

is on equinox

Autumn

and solstice

Winter


The tall trees swaying

are telling me

stories

of North and West

ocean

and

the long ships of

my Older people

leaving a lure

in my bloodline

with the smile

of the wanderer


As the wind dies

and the rain passes

the Swifts

return

past my window

calling

"South!

South!

the Way

is waiting"

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con

Dios.


Samarkand.
 
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JULY

Clouds

white

small

dodging the wind and rain


My swifts

high

feeding

fattening

for

next month

August

they will leave


The elders

fly serious

but

a small group

youngsters

swirl and chatter

joy of living


This

is my month

Birthday

and already

my mind

is on equinox

Autumn

and solstice

Winter


The tall trees swaying

are telling me

stories

of North and West

ocean

and

the long ships of

my Older people

leaving a lure

in my bloodline

with the smile

of the wanderer


As the wind dies

and the rain passes

the Swifts

return

past my window

calling

"South!

South!

the Way

is waiting"

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con

Dios.


Samarkand.
HOME

Crescent moon

hanging like a silver sickle

Swift

upon the blue

There is some Irish folk music

in the background

songs

of home

and the swifts will fly there

soon enough

leaving me

to stretch my empty hands

skywards

but grateful

for the fullness

that they leave

within my heart.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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HOME

Crescent moon

hanging like a silver sickle

Swift

upon the blue

There is some Irish folk music

in the background

songs

of home

and the swifts will fly there

soon enough

leaving me

to stretch my empty hands

skywards

but grateful

for the fullness

that they leave

within my heart.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
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CANT FIGURE OUT HOW TO START!

There is a book called " Places of power on the Camino Santiago". it was mentioned on a programme called Mystic places. it showed Fire Festivals in the Basque Country ! never seen or heard of this. Any info?

Samarkand.

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Thank you.
 
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NEW THREAD
CANT FIGURE OUT HOW TO START!

There is a book called " Places of power on the Camino Santiago". it was mentioned on a programme called Mystic places. it showed Fire Festivals in the Basque Country ! never seen or heard of this. Any info?

Samarkand.

Moderators please direct to proper slot!

Thank you.
Malingerer,
Is this the book ?

 
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Even if it isn't, hats off once more to you, @mspath, for your ever ready assistance!👍


FOR THE WAY UNSHARED


At first

I shared the "buzz"

till I got fed up

of "pilgrims"

sprinting past

and

the clouds of "gobbys"

yakking on about time

and distance covered

I felt little connection

and went back

to being

lone

I was

after all

65

and no stranger

to hardship

or the road

My companions became

small lizards

baby rabbits

circling hawks

and mountain hares

showing me the way

My sounds

were the winds

shushing the grass

to slumber

and trees rustling their leaves

as I passed

My love

I kept within my heart

until at 80

we shared my birthday

at Finisterre

held hands

and laughed

smiled

and now

at 83

I am not too old to weep

for the ways

I left unshared

with Martha D.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.
 
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FOR THE WAY UNSHARED


At first

I shared the "buzz"

till I got fed up

of "pilgrims"

sprinting past

and

the clouds of "gobbys"

yakking on about time

and distance covered

I felt little connection

and went back

to being

lone

I was

after all

65

and no stranger

to hardship

or the road

My companions became

small lizards

baby rabbits

circling hawks

and mountain hares

showing me the way

My sounds

were the winds

shushing the grass

to slumber

and trees rustling their leaves

as I passed

My love

I kept within my heart

until at 80

we shared my birthday

at Finisterre

held hands

and laughed

smiled

and now

at 83

I am not too old to weep

for the ways

I left unshared

with Martha D.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

CALLING

I am uneasy

a lost bus-pass

means I shall be walking

into and out of town

I sigh and gird up

there is shopping

and things to do

I reach one half of my circle

buy water

and start the return

I walk along the front

the sea on my right

and within me I hear

that low moan

of the wind calling

I stop to talk to an old tree

I have not seen for a while

I touch the bark

and ask for forgiveness

and feel the strength

of root and rock

reach up to me

without recrimination


A small breeze catches up with me

like a child out of breath

and I hear it whisper

" The high Meseta sends me

and that is why you hear the calling in your heart.

Do not fear

the road that is yours awaits"

and I felt The Lightness

deep within

making me smile and dawdle on.

I came through the park

sat for a while

drank water

and dawdled home

to write these words

I had walked six kilometres

that had not ached me

but cradled me

and with that

I am content.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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CALLING

I am uneasy

a lost bus-pass

means I shall be walking

into and out of town

I sigh and gird up

there is shopping

and things to do

I reach one half of my circle

buy water

and start the return

I walk along the front

the sea on my right

and within me I hear

that low moan

of the wind calling

I stop to talk to an old tree

I have not seen for a while

I touch the bark

and ask for forgiveness

and feel the strength

of root and rock

reach up to me

without recrimination


A small breeze catches up with me

like a child out of breath

and I hear it whisper

" The high Meseta sends me

and that is why you hear the calling in your heart.

Do not fear

the road that is yours awaits"

and I felt The Lightness

deep within

making me smile and dawdle on.

I came through the park

sat for a while

drank water

and dawdled home

to write these words

I had walked six kilometres

that had not ached me

but cradled me

and with that

I am content.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.

THE COLOUR OF WAITING

'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''is Blue

I was rushed to hospital

to wait

at A & E

everywhere

and everyone

in blue:

staff

ceilings

equipment

Eventually seen

tests

discussions

It would seem I had had

a mini-stroke

A bed eventually

at 10pm

surrounded by a coterie

of champion Broncadores

Medication

they told me

for the rest of my life

This made me laugh

for after all

I had reached 83 the week before

I was released the morning after

having seen the Consultant

and now attending Stroke Clinic

for further tests:

more waiting

but the sky is blue

and swifts still fly

besides

The Blues

are my favourite music

as is my favourite colour.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Duos.

SAMARKAND.
 
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Thanks, dear Samarkand, for your real notes, in word and colour. I do hope there are some people close by who know about the event you have written about, so you are not alone...
 
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Thanks, dear Samarkand, for your real notes, in word and colour. I do hope there are some people close by who know about the event you have written about, so you are not alone...
Thankee :) Samarkand.

I walked to clinic 4kms. Slo time for me: 35 mins :) Vascular tests all ok and now waiting (here we go again!) for next move. Perhaps I should I go back to malingering! :)
 
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Thankee :) Samarkand.

I walked to clinic 4kms. Slo time for me: 35 mins :) Vascular tests all ok and now waiting (here we go again!) for next move. Perhaps I should I go back to malingering! :)


SERVICE

Is service without question

slavery

or faith?

I do not know

but

I hear a voice

echoing down my timeline:

" Come

you do not follow:

we walk together "

and my heart rejoices

flying ahead

of my questing mind

and stumbling feet

along

The Way.

walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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SERVICE

Is service without question

slavery

or faith?

I do not know

but

I hear a voice

echoing down my timeline:

" Come

you do not follow:

we walk together "

and my heart rejoices

flying ahead

of my questing mind

and stumbling feet

along

The Way.

walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.

BATIK

A sky

of changing blue

and light dark clouds

stencilled in

by a master hand

as last of day

peeps in

through swaying branches

ere comes the night

to still the park

I see no life

and yet

I sense a Quiet

as if old Gods

were gathering

like Elders

for Reunion

to share and shape

Memories

I sense them

studying the design

adding a little here

a little there

knowing my heart is watching

they approve

and then leave

for the Deeper Quiet

whilst I

will now to sleep

and my soul

will carry the inks

for another day.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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BATIK

A sky

of changing blue

and light dark clouds

stencilled in

by a master hand

as last of day

peeps in

through swaying branches

ere comes the night

to still the park

I see no life

and yet

I sense a Quiet

as if old Gods

were gathering

like Elders

for Reunion

to share and shape

Memories

I sense them

studying the design

adding a little here

a little there

knowing my heart is watching

they approve

and then leave

for the Deeper Quiet

whilst I

will now to sleep

and my soul

will carry the inks

for another day.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.

COFFEE

Slow

Ritual

lay out the utensils

the ingredients

water into the stovetop bottom

coffee

carefully packed

not tamped

into the container

and top screwed down

placed onto the hob

heated

as you watch

and listen

for when the note changes

remove

from the heat

and all the while

re-connect

remember

the land

from which it came

it's people

their cultures

their mountains

their music

the wind

the sand

and the ancient trees

then sip slowly

as swifts fly over me

rejoicing

on their way

to our ancient home

Africa.



Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand
 
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COFFEE

Slow

Ritual

lay out the utensils

the ingredients

water into the stovetop bottom

coffee

carefully packed

not tamped

into the container

and top screwed down

placed onto the hob

heated

as you watch

and listen

for when the note changes

remove

from the heat

and all the while

re-connect

remember

the land

from which it came

it's people

their cultures

their mountains

their music

the wind

the sand

and the ancient trees

then sip slowly

as swifts fly over me

rejoicing

on their way

to our ancient home

Africa.



Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand

WHEN IT

WAS ONCE

AN I


Into the quiet

of the slowing years

I gaze

almost content

looking out the window

at clouds

and swaying trees

The T.V tells me

of Black Holes

and colliding galaxies:

the furores of tomorrow

and I wonder

if some errant

ultra microscopic

piece of me

will have wandered out there

in a yet to come

to witness

and recall

when it

was once

an I.

Walk soft

stay safe

( or should you?)

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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WHEN IT

WAS ONCE

AN I


Into the quiet

of the slowing years

I gaze

almost content

looking out the window

at clouds

and swaying trees

The T.V tells me

of Black Holes

and colliding galaxies:

the furores of tomorrow

and I wonder

if some errant

ultra microscopic

piece of me

will have wandered out there

in a yet to come

to witness

and recall

when it

was once

an I.

Walk soft

stay safe

( or should you?)

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.


Crying for Afghanistan

the rain falls down my window

like children thrown

from a wall

and I hear that wail

from the country's soul

more piercing than the RPG

that bursts a tank

to leave a soldier's brains

upon the floor

as an elder bows his head

and weeps

for the millennia of pain

unsoothed

by the cash crop opium

he grows for export

to the West

who tells him he must change his ways.

He is used by all

betrayed by all

sold

in boats that sink

at sea

or falls as a raindrop

from a plane

like an old used up dream

in final scream

as all claim victories

and blames of losses

whilst in the hills

there are shattered hearths

where poisons brew

a torn tomorrow.

Vaya

con Dios

Samarkand.
 
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Crying for Afghanistan

the rain falls down my window

like children thrown

from a wall

and I hear that wail

from the country's soul

more piercing than the RPG

that bursts a tank

to leave a soldier's brains

upon the floor

as an elder bows his head

and weeps

for the millennia of pain

unsoothed

by the cash crop opium

he grows for export

to the West

who tells him he must change his ways.

He is used by all

betrayed by all

sold

in boats that sink

at sea

or falls as a raindrop

from a plane

like an old used up dream

in final scream

as all claim victories

and blames of losses

whilst in the hills

there are shattered hearths

where poisons brew

a torn tomorrow.

Vaya

con Dios

Samarkand.

THE DARK SIDE OF THE MIRROR

Cabbage whites

flutter o'er the green

where yester'een

the swifts did fly

so high

in skies now empty

till come the geese

to fill the void

with song

so wild

and yet so gentle

unlike the nights

above Kabul

where children die

and flight for them

is nightmare winged

and song

a bullet's whine finale.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios

what e'er your colour

race

or creed

for we all are children

all in need.

Samarkand.
 
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Crying for...
Your gift is the weaving of words, wrought from your heart. Thank you.
LAST CAMINO (PROBABLY)

Flight booked for Bordeaux 29 April 2022, thence St JPDP and West. Cant figure out where to post this! Moderator please help!!!

Only doing bits and visits. Health and age paramount filters to anything rash BUT I WILL go over the Pyrenees and hopefully have a day at Roncesvalles. After that , who knows. Poetry will come when it feels like it as usual.

Recent stroke has me thinking but blood pressure perfect says nice nursie and GP has words for me next week.

Prayers appreciated and hints for the bookie? :)

Samarkand.
 
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The bookie... all bets are off. I am afraid I know less than nothing, ashamed i should be as my dad was a bookie's runner in his youth to earn a few bob when he was a student. You will know what to do, and how. And yes, your poetry will spill over when it is time. I look forward to it. Buen Camino.
 

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Frances, autumn/winter; 2004, 2005-2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015
Take care dear friend.
May we all sense the pleasure and blessing of more time.
Godspeed and Carpe diem!
 
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Take care dear friend.
May we all sense the pleasure and blessing of more time.
Godspeed and Carpe diem!

THE QUIET

I need it

and yet

Quiet comes

wrapped in it's own sound

like the incoming tide

soothing

the sand of dawn

as softly wails

a gull

on early morning hunger-prowl

shadowing

the wolves

of day.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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THE QUIET

I need it

and yet

Quiet comes

wrapped in it's own sound

like the incoming tide

soothing

the sand of dawn

as softly wails

a gull

on early morning hunger-prowl

shadowing

the wolves

of day.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.

SPIRES

I count them

studying their lines

as I train South

and wonder

Are they fingers

pointing to God

or the steel spikes

of man's helmeted arrogance

They sit atop

buildings old

surrounded by new-builds

and pseudo antiquity

as pigeons still roost on them

perhaps dispensing feathered prayers

as shit

to stain our pride

our cars

our beatified pollutants

the four wheeled boxes

that have become

womb like

wrapping us in cocoons

of steel and plastic

as we await

the next coming

electric

atomic

fusion

sucking in

like a greedy infant

the very air

wind

to orchestrate a power

that perhaps

holds the key

to Pandora's box

held tight by gargoyles

faces twisted by fear and vertigo

on spires

that aspire.

walk soft

stay safe ( and don't slip in the you know what! )

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.


Samarkand.
 
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SPIRES

I count them

studying their lines

as I train South

and wonder

Are they fingers

pointing to God

or the steel spikes

of man's helmeted arrogance

They sit atop

buildings old

surrounded by new-builds

and pseudo antiquity

as pigeons still roost on them

perhaps dispensing feathered prayers

as shit

to stain our pride

our cars

our beatified pollutants

the four wheeled boxes

that have become

womb like

wrapping us in cocoons

of steel and plastic

as we await

the next coming

electric

atomic

fusion

sucking in

like a greedy infant

the very air

wind

to orchestrate a power

that perhaps

holds the key

to Pandora's box

held tight by gargoyles

faces twisted by fear and vertigo

on spires

that aspire.

walk soft

stay safe ( and don't slip in the you know what! )

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.


Samarkand.

EQUINOX

and summer bids a soft farewell

with gentle pinks and blues

at fading light

as autumn sharpens steel

to whet the blades of winter

so I summon soul

to count the days to solstice

and the sun's return

when The Way

begins to beckon

and The West

begins to call.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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EQUINOX

and summer bids a soft farewell

with gentle pinks and blues

at fading light

as autumn sharpens steel

to whet the blades of winter

so I summon soul

to count the days to solstice

and the sun's return

when The Way

begins to beckon

and The West

begins to call.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.

SABINA

Cold dreams

and old wars

rage

on my screen

re-hashed

for new generations

as Napoleon's Waterloo

is yet again explained

by the fact he had piles

and newest discovery

of stomach cancer

plus second-rate seconds-in-command

as we are

regaled

by computer generated expositions

of the effects

of musket, cannon ball and bayonet thrust

at close range

whilst in a now

a young woman

bright

beautiful

caring

fights the battle

of The Light

that young minds

might reach tomorrow

and it's dreams

with hope

and love

till foully murdered

in a park

parody of peace and place


My heart goes cold

with a lump

as hard as musket ball

at such a treachery

of fate


And I would

that I

could twist a future

into giving her

some

of my

accumulated years

that she

might have

some more

and

when next I venture

on The Way

for her I'll pray

at Santiago

and light a candle

to help replace the one

so brutally

put out.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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SABINA

Cold dreams

and old wars

rage

on my screen

re-hashed

for new generations

as Napoleon's Waterloo

is yet again explained

by the fact he had piles

and newest discovery

of stomach cancer

plus second-rate seconds-in-command

as we are

regaled

by computer generated expositions

of the effects

of musket, cannon ball and bayonet thrust

at close range

whilst in a now

a young woman

bright

beautiful

caring

fights the battle

of The Light

that young minds

might reach tomorrow

and it's dreams

with hope

and love

till foully murdered

in a park

parody of peace and place


My heart goes cold

with a lump

as hard as musket ball

at such a treachery

of fate


And I would

that I

could twist a future

into giving her

some

of my

accumulated years

that she

might have

some more

and

when next I venture

on The Way

for her I'll pray

at Santiago

and light a candle

to help replace the one

so brutally

put out.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya con Dios.

Samarkand.
RAIN DROPS AND YOUNG LOVERS

I watch two rain drops

race

like excited teenagers

from opposite corners

down my window

and I almost hear them laugh

as they collide

meld

grow

wed

die

as one.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios

samarkand.

wed
 
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RAIN DROPS AND YOUNG LOVERS

I watch two rain drops

race

like excited teenagers

from opposite corners

down my window

and I almost hear them laugh

as they collide

meld

grow

wed

die

as one.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios

samarkand.

wed
Following my heart

....................................... and pursuing numbers

I was leafing through my very old

and battered

copy of the I Ching

and found

this:

" Full of fear

full of longing

Home

where are you:

"" Here"

cries the heart

"Here"

and I smile

for

as the old ones of Ireland

say

"where the Heart lies

the feet

wander"

and I know my heart

follows

my feet

up a long slow climb

to a certain mountain in Camino.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

Con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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Following my heart

....................................... and pursuing numbers

I was leafing through my very old

and battered

copy of the I Ching

and found

this:

" Full of fear

full of longing

Home

where are you:

"" Here"

cries the heart

"Here"

and I smile

for

as the old ones of Ireland

say

"where the Heart lies

the feet

wander"

and I know my heart

follows

my feet

up a long slow climb

to a certain mountain in Camino.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

Con Dios.

Samarkand.
SINGULARITY

I

am the centre

of

mine own circle

but

where within

is mine own centre

Does it move

as I do

so:

is there a centre

a singularity

in The universe

and

does it

move

from an original

point

to a now

perhaps a speck

a dot

or is it

that mote

within my eye

or

has it travelled

within that dust spot

on a comet

to my world:

a fleeing soul

within a snow flake

seeking

the furthest edge

from centre

to break free

cross over

to be

a new centre

a singular

Singularity.

Walk soft

stay safe ( or why should you?)

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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SINGULARITY

I

am the centre

of

mine own circle

but

where within

is mine own centre

Does it move

as I do

so:

is there a centre

a singularity

in The universe

and

does it

move

from an original

point

to a now

perhaps a speck

a dot

or is it

that mote

within my eye

or

has it travelled

within that dust spot

on a comet

to my world:

a fleeing soul

within a snow flake

seeking

the furthest edge

from centre

to break free

cross over

to be

a new centre

a singular

Singularity.

Walk soft

stay safe ( or why should you?)

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.

SALT

................. in my veins

for I

am of the ships

that raided South

to leave our seed

in Ireland's soil

but always

always

comes the call

in ocean's roar:

" More !

there is more!

on a way

beyond your sail

and where

you must furl

your sail

and walk

into

and over

a sea

into the West!

You must follow

the Sun

and tired though you be

your journey

has just begun

so do not tarry"

And I

have walked

and walked

into the West

to where my ship

that long-ship of yearning

awaits

this final stage

and I

can use my star

the sun

to call me

call me

to Ocean's Deep

beyond

The Soul-Path's Run.

Walk soft

stay

and as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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Samarkand, do have a look at this:

ITHACA
Constantine P. Cavafy

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon - do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.
Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.
Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.
And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithaca means.
Constantine P. Cavafy


Video: Ithaca by C.P.Cavafy
(Recited by Sean Connery, with music by Vangelis)









 
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Samarkand, do have a look at this:

ITHACA
Constantine P. Cavafy

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon - do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.
Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.
Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.
And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithaca means.
Constantine P. Cavafy


Video: Ithaca by C.P.Cavafy
(Recited by Sean Connery, with music by Vangelis)








I like this. Thank you.

Samarkand.
 
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Camino is journey, way, as is the intention of Ithaca. Today (Monday) I was in London, for a funeral, and then when I got home I watched the service again, and read your poem, and at once recalled the link to Ithaca... and the camino of each one who sets out on a journey...Buen Camino, Samarkand! Thank you for your depth of spirit.
 
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Samarkand, one of the editorial pieces in the paper I read made me think of you. Poets do indeed have a key role in reflecting glints of current realities, personal and universal. I offer this as support for your own role in offering your reflections in the society of the forum.
From The Irish Times
The place of poetry

Many of us end our school days bidding farewell to poetry, and not always a fond farewell. But for many others it remains an essential part of life. Whatever about being “the unacknowledged legislators”, as Shelley called them, poets are often the specialists we turn to on occasions of personal trauma or loss, war or pestilence. The recent deaths of two of this country’s most distinguished poets, Brendan Kennelly and Máire Mhac an tSaoi, and the responses to their deaths, is a reminder of poetry’s value in society and the role of those who write it.
It is perhaps the most accommodating of the art forms. It can praise or protest, elegise or eulogise, tell a story or evoke a place, speak to moments of remembrance and romance – and, as poets have always been doing, give powerful expression to the ache of love. Poetry reminds us how to pay attention to the world and its wonders, to look at things anew, as Kennelly urges the reader to do in his popular poem Begin.
There is much activity around poetry that deserves public support and funding: the small press publishing that is almost a labour of love, the festivals and readings, the UCD Poetry Archive where the harvesting of poets’ voices will be a resource for future generations, and particularly the work Poetry Ireland, which only recently, in collaboration with local authorities, created the opportunity for a cohort of local Poet Laureates to pay homage to their towns and communities.
Poetry has also been an enriching part of the ongoing programme of commemorations, providing the most appropriate language for these complex and sensitive occasions looking back on our history.
The pandemic and its lockdowns seem to have triggered a renewal of interest in poetry as a consolatory art, a place in which to find our bearings and reset our perspectives. This has been a time in need of the kind of assurance the late Derek Mahon provides in his poem Everything is Going to be All Right. In our age of spin and sloganeering, poetry is more necessary than ever.
 
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Samarkand, one of the editorial pieces in the paper I read made me think of you. Poets do indeed have a key role in reflecting glints of current realities, personal and universal. I offer this as support for your own role in offering your reflections in the society of the forum.
From The Irish Times
The place of poetry

Many of us end our school days bidding farewell to poetry, and not always a fond farewell. But for many others it remains an essential part of life. Whatever about being “the unacknowledged legislators”, as Shelley called them, poets are often the specialists we turn to on occasions of personal trauma or loss, war or pestilence. The recent deaths of two of this country’s most distinguished poets, Brendan Kennelly and Máire Mhac an tSaoi, and the responses to their deaths, is a reminder of poetry’s value in society and the role of those who write it.
It is perhaps the most accommodating of the art forms. It can praise or protest, elegise or eulogise, tell a story or evoke a place, speak to moments of remembrance and romance – and, as poets have always been doing, give powerful expression to the ache of love. Poetry reminds us how to pay attention to the world and its wonders, to look at things anew, as Kennelly urges the reader to do in his popular poem Begin.
There is much activity around poetry that deserves public support and funding: the small press publishing that is almost a labour of love, the festivals and readings, the UCD Poetry Archive where the harvesting of poets’ voices will be a resource for future generations, and particularly the work Poetry Ireland, which only recently, in collaboration with local authorities, created the opportunity for a cohort of local Poet Laureates to pay homage to their towns and communities.
Poetry has also been an enriching part of the ongoing programme of commemorations, providing the most appropriate language for these complex and sensitive occasions looking back on our history.
The pandemic and its lockdowns seem to have triggered a renewal of interest in poetry as a consolatory art, a place in which to find our bearings and reset our perspectives. This has been a time in need of the kind of assurance the late Derek Mahon provides in his poem Everything is Going to be All Right. In our age of spin and sloganeering, poetry is more necessary than ever.
ABDUCTEES

written primarily for Maddie

(Madeline Mc Cann)

but now also

for another

Abductee

in OZ :

Little girls both taken.

Maddie

I have prayed for you

every single day

since that terrible time

you were taken.

Your name is Celtic

I

am Celt

it was a wound to my soul

and I pray

if you are alive

you are well

and not abused

and if dead

may you be at peace

but still I pray

for I cannot accept

your absence

as now

the wound grows wider

at another taking.

Should I abandon

my endless

almost useless

agonising

praying?

And then

my wilting chilis

grow two fresh white flowers

to ease my heart a little

so that my prayers

will continue

and I will whisper the soul-shout

of my warrior-people

into the wind:

" We do not forget".

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

~Samarkand.
 
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ABDUCTEES

written primarily for Maddie

(Madeline Mc Cann)

but now also

for another

Abductee

in OZ :

Little girls both taken.

Maddie

I have prayed for you

every single day

since that terrible time

you were taken.

Your name is Celtic

I

am Celt

it was a wound to my soul

and I pray

if you are alive

you are well

and not abused

and if dead

may you be at peace

but still I pray

for I cannot accept

your absence

as now

the wound grows wider

at another taking.

Should I abandon

my endless

almost useless

agonising

praying?

And then

my wilting chilis

grow two fresh white flowers

to ease my heart a little

so that my prayers

will continue

and I will whisper the soul-shout

of my warrior-people

into the wind:

" We do not forget".

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

~Samarkand.

Its Monday, wet and wild, so here's a smile.

AN ODE TO THE MORNING DUMP
.

.



.



.






THUMP !!!




Its a long drop!






Ya geddit?



OZONIANS PROBABLY WILL :) :) :)




Samarkand.
 
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ABDUCTEES

written primarily for Maddie

(Madeline Mc Cann)

but now also

for another

Abductee

in OZ :

Little girls both taken.

Maddie

I have prayed for you

every single day

since that terrible time

you were taken.

Your name is Celtic

I

am Celt

it was a wound to my soul

and I pray

if you are alive

you are well

and not abused

and if dead

may you be at peace

but still I pray

for I cannot accept

your absence

as now

the wound grows wider

at another taking.

Should I abandon

my endless

almost useless

agonising

praying?

And then

my wilting chilis

grow two fresh white flowers

to ease my heart a little

so that my prayers

will continue

and I will whisper the soul-shout

of my warrior-people

into the wind:

" We do not forget".

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

~Samarkand.
LITTLE GIRL FOUND !

news on UK TV this morning says little girl in Australia found alive and well. I am overjoyed and it certainly puts my own fears and foibles in their place! Absolutely brilliant news.
Samarkand.
 

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LITTLE GIRL FOUND !

news on UK TV this morning says little girl in Australia found alive and well. I am overjoyed and it certainly puts my own fears and foibles in their place! Absolutely brilliant news.
Samarkand.
Joyous indeed. Every parents nightmare.
I haven't stopped smiling at the news and the words "My name is Cleo" meant so much.
 
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Joyous indeed. Every parents nightmare.
I haven't stopped smiling at the news and the words "My name is Cleo" meant so much.

FAITH.........

...........

holds

enfolds

but does not cling

it is no chain

or leash

but when on-trail

it traces

a thread

softer than silk

stronger than steel:

my Handrail

on Camino.

There

when needed

when I swallow my pride

and ask

for it is friend

mentor

not overseer

and on stormy days

opens my heart

to The Light

that warms

within.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.
 
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FAITH.........

...........

holds

enfolds

but does not cling

it is no chain

or leash

but when on-trail

it traces

a thread

softer than silk

stronger than steel:

my Handrail

on Camino.

There

when needed

when I swallow my pride

and ask

for it is friend

mentor

not overseer

and on stormy days

opens my heart

to The Light

that warms

within.

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

Samarkand.


THE FALLING LEAVES OF TIME

and autumn leaves

flit

like ghostly birds-of-paradise

across

my window

in a strange moult

and I wonder

do trees remember

a more ancient time

before the clocks changed

before even

man's clocks began to rule

and forged a chain

of cogs

to bring an apparent order

to our world.

And I wonder

are there Horologists

in Hell?

Are there time-locks on the gates

that ope with keys of thought

or prayer

or is there an Alexander

on standby

to wield the sword

and break the chains?

I come back to watching leaves

and drinking coffee

made to a time-honoured

ritual

of mine own making!


:) :) :)

walk soft

stay safe

and as ever

Vaya

con Dios.


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THE FALLING LEAVES OF TIME

and autumn leaves

flit

like ghostly birds-of-paradise

across

my window

in a strange moult

and I wonder

do trees remember

a more ancient time

before the clocks changed

before even

man's clocks began to rule

and forged a chain

of cogs

to bring an apparent order

to our world.

And I wonder

are there Horologists

in Hell?

Are there time-locks on the gates

that ope with keys of thought

or prayer

or is there an Alexander

on standby

to wield the sword

and break the chains?

I come back to watching leaves

and drinking coffee

made to a time-honoured

ritual

of mine own making!


:) :) :)

walk soft

stay safe

and as ever

Vaya

con Dios.


Samarkand.

A MIGRANT CHRISTMAS

Far

from their hellish origins

of drought

famine

corruption

riven by war

fleeced

trafficked

they die

in the ice cold channel

to a carol

of crashing wave

and crying

drowning

children

The men and women

of lifeboats

snatch what they can

and ask no questions

or their reason

for drowning

There are no roses

on a sailor's grave

or on migrants either

so I wear the Rose Tattoo

and carry my own

and pray for those

who chose to dare

for are we pilgrims not migrants also

often seeking a better life

of spirit

and grateful for

the kindness of strangers

and the outstretched hand?

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios

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A MIGRANT CHRISTMAS

Far

from their hellish origins

of drought

famine

corruption

riven by war

fleeced

trafficked

they die

in the ice cold channel

to a carol

of crashing wave

and crying

drowning

children

The men and women

of lifeboats

snatch what they can

and ask no questions

or their reason

for drowning

There are no roses

on a sailor's grave

or on migrants either

so I wear the Rose Tattoo

and carry my own

and pray for those

who chose to dare

for are we pilgrims not migrants also

often seeking a better life

of spirit

and grateful for

the kindness of strangers

and the outstretched hand?

Walk soft

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios

Samarkand.
AUTUMN LEAVES AND FALL MIGRANTS

The wind rises

temperatures drop

dying leaves cling

to parent trees

as waves climb higher

and boats sink

with drowning children

clinging

to drowning parents.

Do NOT walk safe

or softly

but rage

against

the great futility.

Samarkand.
 
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AUTUMN LEAVES AND FALL MIGRANTS

The wind rises

temperatures drop

dying leaves cling

to parent trees

as waves climb higher

and boats sink

with drowning children

clinging

to drowning parents.

Do NOT walk safe

or softly

but rage

against

the great futility.

Samarkand.

GUNS AND GARLANDS

A battleship

sunk

there

in Pearl Harbour

The great guns

now covered

in weeds

barnacles

and decorated by

garlands

of small

colourful

fish

The men who served

lie dead

their names alive

on plaques

but still their spirits

live

in bravery

and honour

so In salute you

in the long ago

and in the ever present

now.


Samarkand.
 
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GUNS AND GARLANDS

A battleship

sunk

there

in Pearl Harbour

The great guns

now covered

in weeds

barnacles

and decorated by

garlands

of small

colourful

fish

The men who served

lie dead

their names alive

on plaques

but still their spirits

live

in bravery

and honour

so In salute you

in the long ago

and in the ever present

now.


Samarkand.
A "KINDNESS" OF STRANGERS

Caught out by weather

and a missed bus

I plodded into town

uncomfortable

till having coffee

I noticed

my down jacket was sodden

I had had the poncho over

but forgotten how bad I sweat

under pressure and exertion

making me wet

from the inside

with lungs like mine

this is not good

so I hurried to a charity shop

just as it opened

and found a good but cheap cagoule

waiting for me

I bought a top as well

and the nice lady let me change

on the premises

As I packed away my wet gear

into the ruck

I thought of the nameless donors

who had saved me

and I wondered what you call a group of such strangers

till I felt The Smile

and knew immediately:

" Its a Kindness of Strangers""

Walk soft

(and check the weather forecast :) )

stay safe

and

as ever

Vaya

con Dios.

SAMARKAND.

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