Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Stopping the Clocks

'Stopping the Clocks'

Out Today - First ever collection of Poems published - a flight of poems in a Pamphlet about M.E. 

- First available at Poetry By Heart event @ Headingley HEART Wednesday 26th , 7.30 pm - Part of Headingley Literature Festivalhttp://www.headingleylitfest.org.uk/programme.html

Details of gig - https://www.facebook.com/events/421222024679007/

Tuesday, 4 March 2014

The Times?- they are changed

latest poem a week offering to the relentless stream-babble of the decent of humankind down the easier path-of-less-resistance decision making that we seem to collectively roll out since about 1980...is it Wham!'s fault, did they not wake us up before they go go ed....

#9 Everything is changed

Totally right on man and power to the people
Keep the planet turning and save the whales ‘cos they are more important than a Star Trek movie
Give flowers to the National Guard, stick one down a barrel

Turn on, tune in, drop OUT, and never get off the bus
The conscious mind is a rapid fire linguistic onion that brings tears to the children of tomorrow
You and Me and We are the Egg Men, ‘cos the torture never stops

When a Happening happens you just do what you do man see those colours on the wall, cool
Hang on to this bong for me I have to go for a slash
And why don’t those chicks give out more now they are on the Pill -giggle giggle giggle

Are you going to Scarborough Fair on Height Ashbury
Isle of White tip toeing through the tulips of the Squares’ up-tight minds
Jimmy Hendrix died chocked on the sick of a rebellious stomach

Don’t know and never go eat that yellow snow where the meerkats go
Cos I’ve got the stink foot baby, wona cry all over you
The Isle of Kintyre and the frog song took the wings off the plane and ended it all

Landing on the moon was the start of the end of human kind
The overdue bill for growth and the debt economy is no foundation to build blue sky dreams on
Flying pigs fracking shale rock for their last buck and loose-change saloon bundle

Another thing to avoid, poison in the water, the air has less air in it now
Daytime tv adverts of dying children blemished with the sanctity of deep voice monthly sincerity
Keep sane, turn the human senses to standby, show only a small blue l.e.d energy killing

In bright light the warning lights cannot be seen
Mama and Papa left here on a jet plane knowing that we cannot go back again and left us
This is the City we half dreamed of, sky scrapers and everything for a dollar

Oh baby dissolving and changing in the dawn clouds of drought and flood and ice vortexes
Oh lover gone in a swirl of patchouli and long flowing dresses shimmering on hips of sunshine
Oh mama can’t cook no meal for you no more

Oh baby, spirit gone and walked out on me, climate changed
Stars blinked and coughed blinded by energy-saving street prison lighting, laughing above our hearing
Water is simmering to the boil and the frogs are dreaming of the times of tadpoles.

Frank Zappa - Peak a Boo

Friday, 28 February 2014

Tainted love

Tainted Love  - an Invitation

So come to my cash point,
and push your debit card between my reception rollers, 
reveal your flexible credit card to me,
your red, growing and engorged debt to me,
and I will let you withdraw riches...........
plunder me to the full extent
of your deposit and credit limit, 
handle me until I bleep for you to withdraw, 
unless or until my Masters' call 
a halt to our games, 
and insist that finance is all about propriety, 
and stifle your lust with demands upon 
your property, 
and curb your excesses 
by calling me in, 
your once willing lover
to say NO, 
my mistress now is austerity,
no longer a whore to abundant fiscal growth
no more to groan under your insistent demands. 
You thought you were gaining more from me,
when all along 
my pimps are conjuring riches 
from your indebted embraces. 

Wednesday, 5 February 2014

The Mastery of the Thing -Week 5 of the fiftytwo (poem a week) challenge

I continue to accept the challenge of a poem a week in 2014

And here I am, turning to one of the loves of my life, a creature I have a passion for, and anchoring these visions in words with another love of mine, poetry, and communicating with the magic of words, with others.

You will note that these is no punctuation, this is on purpose, and tries to reflect the animal nature I am contacting, revealing, in these special creatures of the psyche. 

Can we as humans change and break from the past? The Times they are a Changing! 

#5 The Mastery of the Thing

look again
the black on black on the wing
Koww caw
a startling of black into the falling night
a flock of flicking black across the hedges 
across the road of cars and their lights
and we are away in the dusk
adding to the more distant calls

black claws on black legs
hunkered against the weather
repel the wet grasses and water-poached soils
ripple feathers to the wind

always it is my species fault
that we are the colour of night
of your darkness
the Spirit of the Wild cut 
a knowing of human spirit and fate 
deep into our being
your arrogance makes you think
that we enjoy this intimate knowledge
of you and your kind
that we are privileged
to carry a spark of understanding of you
it is amazing that we can still fly with
the weight of your broken secrets
your ozings of vengeful hearts
sorrows each second
only the strength of nature’s struggle 
the call to freedom, 
carries our bodies skyward
keeps our souls from being torn
wind and cold broken 
I am glad I am not you

winter hunger
calls us to feed feed feed
picking the morsels from the sodden patches on the fields
always looking to the ground
till you venture closer

some of us cannot carry the burden well
seek each other’s company
always to quarter the fields together
perch in groups against the silent hunger
of the knowing of you

I am of the shaman clan
we can stand or fly undaunted alone
having broken the ties of time
look each of you in the eye
wait for those of you who wish to feel
the glint of the keyhole to the spirit
we can pass close to you
balance in-between moments
timeless sparks of unreasoned
corvide knowing

always we have to have lookout
check the tangent of travel and thought
ready to leave you to the cold wind
the bright sun
the rain or the flowers
the blue and greys of skies and clouds
to your walk 
your business 
here in your assumed world
we fly to left or right
to close trees or far
wait some more
your buildings and desires
specks of passing

always there is the fear in you
pleading to be drawn out
as we reflect
the stolen essence of human kind 
that we once drank in jealously
in craving the knowledge of you 
expecting to gain great wisdom
Nature tricked us
the knowledge we sought
blights us with the knowing of your fate
so we try and warn you
of the instability of your minds
of desires conjured from fantasies
to break the slavery
the labels the mind silently enforces
on you
we call to you to find inside
the light you fly from
we call in voices
broken by timeless repeating

alerting you to this curse
caw caw
wait for you to listen
to see
to break free
so we call to you

yet deep in you is that urge to kill us
to kill that what you see in us 
your desperate need to hide from the dark within
can you not face it
are you still that primitive
to hurl the hate outward
to name our gatherings as murder
rather than to look within
can you not call back to me
can you join as one
to speak in the language of yearning
the language of warning
language conjured from a knowing

Friday, 31 January 2014

Fifty-two: a poem a week - Three poems to build on for 2014

I have entered into the spirit of the New Year with looking to expand my work, do more poetry gigs, and get something published.

I have produced 5 poems so far in response to this wonderful internet page.

Here are 3 of my first drafts attempts - Three poems to build on for 2014

#1 how to approach a year?
Look around the hotel room.
Inspection reveals more about yourself than the objects, they say.

The view from the window is advertised as restricted,
they all are.

The purpose of the room?
You can think deep about this but need not to, I assure you.

If facing a year in this room
you need to get out more, and worry less about the fixtures or fitting in.

The room ain’t going to move anywhere,
but you can, in so many ways.
In your imagination you can remodel what you like,
those sheets need a clean.
New sheets!

A hotel room is not permanent,
it is you that chooses to make it so.


Jonathan Eyre              1/1/2014

#2 Travelling the Park
Meanwood Park
                                                    Def  Meanwood = a common wood on the edge of settlement

Always there is 
the single lone crow, 
apart from the others,
across this other side of me,
looking around, seeming surprised of my company
cocking its head from side to side
pacing the grass, scanning the ground 
and looking across towards the trees, 
through towards the evergreens
just checking that all is in its place,
that all is clear
and then another drowning morsel to pull,
to ease with sharp icy beak from this soaking water-logged land.
The wind
fluttering the feathers,
you could never tell from that 
that it was so cold,
so much a January day
so much of the sky supported by the Yew trees,
one hunkered down, 
the height of a couple of men, broken.
Two others, lithe, 
sucking the water clear from the sodden ground
leaving a rare dry area to walk across
to get back to the wall gate
from whence I came a walking.

Jonathan Eyre                                            January 2014

 #4 Invitation
(on hearing that HSBC and its China money is restricting credit again 27/1/14)

So come to my cash point,
and push your debit card between my reception rollers,
reveal your flexible credit card to me,
your red, growing and engorged debt to me,
and I will let you withdraw riches...........
plunder me to the full extent
of your deposit and credit limit,
handle me until I bleep for you to withdraw, 
unless or until my Masters' call
a halt to our games,
and insist that finance is all about propriety,
and stifle your lust with demands upon
your property,
and curb your excesses
by calling  me in,
your once willing lover
to say NO,
my mistress now is austerity,
no longer a whore to abundant fiscal growth
no more to groan under your insistent demands.
You thought you were gaining more from me,
when all along
my pimps are conjuring riches
from your indebted embraces.   

Jonathan Eyre                   January 2014

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

The Growth Economy - a WW1 Mentality.................

for the BBC, hey any national media outlet, a good summary of the impact of climate change, extreme weather effects and events, and the way of 'things to come'

......meanwhile Politicians continue to frog-march and recruit us towards the same 'growth economy at all costs' trench warfare, as out of touch with the reality and consequences of their actions, based on a world picture that is as misguided and death loaded as were the visions of Politicians and the 1st World War army commanders back in 1914

Sunday, 5 January 2014

Gormless Environment Minister and his empty ideology....

'To accept that ancient woodland can be offset with new planting is to believe that ancient woodland is just a collection of old trees. Such thinking allows us to demolish St Paul’s Cathedral to be offset with a similarly sized pile of new bricks, or to replace our loved one with a random person of similar build who will sit at the other end of the sofa and have sex with us every third Friday.'

so I posted on owen's blog
'So well said. YES! Thank you for such a brilliant blog. I keep telling all who will listen that for every mile of the HS2 a SSSI is to be destroyed (because they are economically worthless and the cheapest land to build on for ‘public’ infrastructure), and they all look gormless too, so now I can explain. thanks to your wonderful paragraph above. Thank you so much!'

Read more below from this excellent blog.....