Cascading Words

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Cascading words

I don’t know where they come from
Yet still they come.
Sometimes half formed
Sometimes fully done.

They spring into my mind,
Pushing their way through
Sometimes with a fight
Or sometimes bright, shiny and new.

Sometimes it’s a drought,
Sometimes they come in streams,
Like the rivers of my unconscious thoughts
Or the visions of my dreams.

Sometimes a word or two
Or maybe a full line
Sometimes stumbling prose
But often arriving in rhyme.

Sometimes polished, sometimes not
Sometimes extremely raw
But until they are written down
They gnaw and gnaw and gnaw.

Every now and then,
They come in a blinding rage,
Demanding to be heard,
They fall upon the page.

Cascading word,
After word,
After word.

The ABC’s of terror entitlement

terrorism

Alert,
But, not overly
Concerned by the
Designed to induce distress
Evangelism of a
Fear mongering
Government who,
Hope to
Influence
Juvenile voter sentiment with
Knowledge that fear and terror
Leverage base instincts, while praying
Main stream media make,
No news reporting or notice of their
Oppressive, overbearing, anti-social
Policies and that no-one
Questions, queries or
Resists
Surrendering freedoms or privacy to allegedly prevent
Terrorism. Or …….,
Union organisation, or the work of groups who
Value the lives of the disadvantaged, disabled or
Workers or refugees over the
Xenophobic
Yearning for more power and/or profit of the elites who would rather you
Zone out, be silent, compliant and subsidise their sense of entitlement.

copyright Mick Morris 2014

Having put these thoughts into poetry… I should make it clear that I fully appreciate that there are people with the means, motive and method who would do harm to us and are plotting ways to do so. I also appreciate that there is excellent work being done by our intelligence, law enforcement and emergency services to prevent, prepare for and respond to any incidents. I simply despise the process being made a political plaything.

NYE sans Samuel

Being present in the moment… The theme of my last post.

New Years Eve is a particular point about being present as everyone counts down to one point in time that they hope is full of promise.

Being present in every moment means being fully present in the moments when my grief wells up as well. So while I explained my New Year’s wish for you and I in my last post.. These are the thoughts that emerged in the lead up to that moment.

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NYE sans Samuel.

Flashing, blinding light
A rainbow of color,
Harbour back drop
Revelers by the thousands,
Marking the passing of the year that was your last.
Counting in the new,
The first,
Of far too many,
That will be marked by your absence.
A new year….
But happy?

 

copyright Mick Morris 2015

An eternity one second at a time.

As another new year approaches, I could give you tips about making new years resolutions, or give you more tips on how to guarantee you fail at those resolutions… but this year I want to focus on presence.

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An eternity one second at a time

The sweeping
ticking
second-hand,
marking
the
steady
passing
of time.

Eight
Six
Four
Zero
Zero
times
a day.

Each tic
pregnant
with
promise
or pain.

Each
tic
a potential
beginning
or end.

Each tic
separated
by silence.

A brief
emblem
of the
infinite
nature
of time
yet
impermanent
nature
of being.

Each
tic
providing
a place
to panic
or
a place
to rest.

My wish for your new year and mine

For your new year I hope that each of those brief silences is an opportunity to rest, not panic. If troubles do befall you, I hope that you can learn to sit with your sadness and rest in the silence, and that you are surrounded by people who will help you to be resilient and deal with whatever the circumstances are. Overall, I hope that the new year is one of happiness for you and your family and friends.

I want to remind you of the gifts mentioned in my xmas post

To your enemy, forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance. To a friend, your heart. To a customer, service. To all, charity. To every child, an example, and to yourself, respect.

I’ll be concentrating on being more present in each and every moment and trying to give these gifts throughout the year….. what will you be doing?

Happy bloody birthday!

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Just one of three hundred and sixty-five,
another day, just like any other
except this one marks the end of forty-five.

A day to celebrate my birth,
the fact that I’m breathing
and walking the earth.

To mark the passing of another year
but what it all really means,
to me, is never quite clear.

A day celebrated with cake,
with gifts, and well wishes
that friends and family make.

So today I’ll be another year older,
hopefully slightly wiser,
but definitely so much balder.

I’ll pass it with cake, and maybe a drink,
I’ll spend it with family,
and try not to think,

it’s another day further from birth,
a bit longer in the tooth,
and that much closer to death.

 

Copyright Mick Morris 2014