tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72252962024-03-12T16:48:26.186-07:00Creative JourneysPoetry and other Creative ExpressionsKingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-18557415111787831732010-07-27T09:15:00.000-07:002010-07-27T09:15:00.670-07:00<i>cycles of remembrance </i><br />
<i>do hang on me for a long time now. </i><br />
<i>I think remembrance creates trust </i><br />
<i>and trust makes wholes emerge </i><br />
<i>and perpetuate</i>. <br />
<br />
<i>Do you think about trust?</i><br />
<br />
<br />
These are the words she wrote me;<br />
a story-girl making paper-planes<br />
of words to fly like storylines.<br />
<br />
These are the words she wrote me<br />
to respond to the words I once wrote.<br />
She flies back at me like a full-page mirror<br />
that I read as my reflection.<br />
<br />
Little to compensate except for <br />
those storylines that lie as labyrinths<br />
of our lives: stories within stories<br />
<br />
where we each learn what is trust.<br />
<br />
<br />
17.21<br />
9/03/10Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-62828981730086605892010-07-14T09:15:00.000-07:002010-07-14T09:15:00.131-07:00I do not breathe;<br />
<br />
breath runs through <br />
me as I be a witness<br />
to its path: <br />
<br />
I do not act<br />
although my belief<br />
tells me that I do.<br />
<br />
So I think that I act<br />
as forces beyond<br />
compel my movements.<br />
<br />
In each thing<br />
we participate<br />
yet in ways<br />
<br />
foreign to how<br />
we have been<br />
trained to know.<br />
<br />
Eyes open blindly <br />
we choke on air<br />
as we sink to swim.<br />
<br />
There is grace<br />
under each stone –<br />
in every breath.<br />
<br />
<br />
17.00<br />
27/03/09Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-34706204550264069332010-07-06T09:14:00.000-07:002010-07-06T09:14:00.368-07:00Arms holding <br />
in the madness<br />
tight<br />
<br />
as wind blows<br />
howls<br />
<br />
wraps around<br />
strangles slightly.<br />
<br />
I can sleep<br />
although<br />
her body too warm<br />
<br />
and sweat sticks<br />
for no reason<br />
against my slumber.<br />
<br />
Why she cannot<br />
shed her insistence<br />
for these coverings?<br />
<br />
Madness <br />
in the night’s<br />
hot embrace <br />
<br />
holding tight<br />
as wind curls<br />
<br />
and chimes ring<br />
hung outside<br />
like silver bells.<br />
<br />
<br />
22.22<br />
23/03/09Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-29965440584993015822010-06-27T09:14:00.000-07:002010-06-27T09:14:00.084-07:00Change comes to the one who bends:<br />
<br />
like raindrops that fall upon a leaf,<br />
that trickle from its wet green spout;<br />
<br />
I sway and droop with the needy,<br />
with the new – if change is what<br />
<br />
is required to be near to you. <br />
<br />
<br />
14.04<br />
20/03/09Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-56185817086665575232010-06-24T09:13:00.000-07:002010-06-24T09:13:00.196-07:00Here stands a man who cares:<br />
who is open to being used.<br />
<br />
Who is ready to receive your blows<br />
when you need to release your scream.<br />
<br />
When your anger bursts out against<br />
the unknown and feeds your fears:<br />
<br />
let it all burn against the skin of the man<br />
who stands here patiently waiting…<br />
<br />
he knows that he must absorb the punches<br />
from the one who cries inside like a child<br />
<br />
to understand what it is to be loved yet<br />
too afraid to dance out of the darkness.<br />
<br />
<br />
20.55<br />
16/03/09Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-12930716192946327472010-06-18T09:12:00.000-07:002010-06-18T09:12:00.779-07:00From where does the change come<br />
if not within yourself? <br />
<br />
From the spheres that hang like<br />
baubles in the evening crested sky?<br />
<br />
From the sliver of silver fish that<br />
leap from the river to waters high?<br />
<br />
From the speckle of worn grass which<br />
tries to show the traveller’s path?<br />
<br />
From where and to where, I’d like to know…<br />
Tis perhaps from thy heart <br />
<br />
that mysteries murmur<br />
and call as siren song?<br />
<br />
<br />
22.39<br />
11/03/09Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-76431835087015947822010-06-14T09:11:00.001-07:002010-06-14T09:11:56.094-07:00Your power is as subtle as your<br />
Subtlety is powerful.<br />
Like the unknown alongside of you.<br />
<br />
Subtle as it streams along your veins<br />
carrying the carrion call. Subtle as<br />
the Icarus fall which none did witness.<br />
<br />
More subtle than the faintest wink,<br />
the driest tear, the slightest pangs<br />
of longing.<br />
<br />
Subtle it is, subtle it be. Closer to you<br />
than craven desires or deepest fears.<br />
More subtle, more closer, more within you<br />
<br />
than you would ever care to imagine.<br />
This is your power. This is the love<br />
that makes you.<br />
<br />
<br />
23.41<br />
7/03/09Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-52155204368258027202009-06-05T00:59:00.000-07:002009-06-05T00:59:01.128-07:00man of truth<br /><br />carries on<br />carries weight<br /><br />on through the wars<br /><br />quietly, little noticed<br />little said, knows the dead<br /><br />no contradiction<br /><br />in opposites<br />lies the way ahead<br /><br />looking through glass darkly<br /><br />same as seeing in crystal glass<br />when all is clear inside.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 10.51<br /> 13/02/09Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-71173994834047337602009-05-28T00:59:00.000-07:002009-05-28T00:59:00.358-07:00It’s the thin strip I love:<br /><br />between horizon and ground<br />where eyes light upon and linger.<br /><br />There is a magical shiver that<br />travels the spine and tingles.<br /><br />Being human is being capable<br />of that gaze, of that view.<br /><br />There is no room that can give<br />this silent sight and enthrone it<br /><br />like it really meant something.<br />Yes it did – yes it will.<br /><br />Waves pull and sea-folk sing.<br /><br /><br /> 20.17<br /> 06/02/09Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-65560714605922157392009-05-21T00:57:00.000-07:002009-05-21T00:57:01.056-07:00The continuous search for truth<br />rips, slits, and soothes…<br /><br />like a journey on ice it slides<br />towards the horizon far.<br /><br />We each a turgid ragamuffin<br />who dare to bend; stretch<br /><br />the cartilage or pull a muscle.<br />Rigor mortis coming in<br /><br />to teach us a tale or two.<br />Sun spreads her fiery arms<br /><br />to embrace, to burn, to bone<br />each shy squalid heart-excuse.<br /><br />The rest of us cough like pilgrims<br />and decant our tales like sherry.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 19.57<br /> 06/02/09Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-76169468262555293662009-05-14T00:55:00.000-07:002009-05-14T00:55:00.268-07:00You buy into it, you lie into it.<br />You are the bed you weave.<br /><br />If it could be different<br />you would make it different:<br />don’t cry over what you make real.<br /><br />We are the beginning, we live our<br />middle ground, we grow the gold elixir.<br /><br />Somewhere in the struggle I wonder,<br />yet I never forgive the plunder<br /><br />of the self.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> 22.58<br /> 31/01/09Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-54120770759677515382009-05-08T00:53:00.001-07:002009-05-08T00:53:38.951-07:00Body by cool water linger longer by the minute.<br /><br />It was dreamtime and I was in your space; brown<br />lashes slapping tanned features furrowed, coyly.<br />You were seeking something through the meeting<br />as I passed the moment to assist.<br /><br />I knew you were looking through for spirit song<br />in the books lying still, spine name revealed to me;<br />yes, I could assist.<br /><br />I will pass you on your way to where you wish to go<br />if you do indicate, I did say, and I did make my move.<br /><br />Somewhere in the shadow ether you will have moved on<br />towards your target immersed in sea shanty song, salt<br />dried upon your skin to mark the waves you passed.<br /><br />I would be long gone.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 14.42<br /> 31/01/09Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-40152420053839168342009-04-07T07:21:00.000-07:002009-04-07T11:47:48.851-07:00HombreThe traveling man<br />moves about<br />because he can.<br /><br />He's the hombre<br />of falling leaves;<br /><br />of time left lying<br />in shallow pools<br />bottom of the glass.<br /><br /><br />17.00<br />12/11/08<br />(Madrid)Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-12551387951335711172009-03-09T13:58:00.000-07:002009-03-09T14:06:42.062-07:00Fool DefeatedWhen there is nothing but silence<br />coming through the space between<br />your lips like mysteries,<br /><br />I know I have been defeated<br />by the subtlety of language.<br /><br />When I hear in the still air<br />what neither of us<br />has dared to reveal,<br /><br />I know I have been out-done<br />by the energy of the heart.<br /><br />And when I announce my victory<br />to the stormy winds outside,<br />to declare myself the victor:<br /><br />I know I have been the fool<br />who will laugh til ever more.<br /><br /> 22.05<br /> 09/03/09<br /><br />-Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-38694191901321168492009-02-20T11:11:00.000-08:002009-02-20T11:11:00.285-08:00Very much aliveI’m not dead but very much alive.<br />I have my alibi. I have my beating heart.<br /><br />I have no diversion or excuses.<br />I am strong – and I’m coming on.<br /><br />Yes – I’m coming on.<br />And the song is getting louder.<br /><br />It will be sung all over soon.<br />I am not the only one.<br /><br />I am not the lone singer.<br />Soon there will be many.<br /><br />Then the song will be a great one.<br />Our future too – bring it on…<br /><br /><br /> 00.08<br /> 27/09/08Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-64861507734650733082009-02-14T11:11:00.000-08:002009-02-14T11:11:00.643-08:00Be Calmed, Be With MeI know you wanted to share<br />so much with me: your dreams<br />and the rivers that flow in-between.<br /><br />Yet now it all seems lost; I have severed<br />the physical umbilical - you sense the loss.<br /><br />Be calmed, be with me: in this world<br />all connections remain throughout.<br /><br />The world as hologram holds us still.<br />Separated, we grow as friends forevermore.<br /><br /><br /><br />22.35<br />31/08/08Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-24093727443480035062009-02-10T11:11:00.001-08:002009-02-10T11:11:00.672-08:00where silence dwellsI don't know how to say this:<br /><br />my heart is like a vacuum pill,<br />ready to love, ready to kill.<br /><br />I stand before the seraphim,<br />no holy ghost, no ephemera.<br /><br />I dance the polka-dot in blackest robes,<br />my heart throbs, my head is hot -<br /><br />there's a space where dreams come to settle<br />and silence dwells like night.<br /><br />I could love more if I tried, if I might.<br /><br /><br /><br />22.13<br />31/08/08Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-63585921944077372592009-02-06T12:21:00.000-08:002009-02-06T12:26:11.167-08:00The poison chaliceThe poison chalice<br />sits inside of me,<br /><br />a loving cup<br />made of clay.<br /><br />I drink, I drink,<br />so heartily<br />it makes my blood<br />black as love.<br /><br />Come again -<br />if not now<br />then another day.<br /><br />Something inside of me<br />refuses to lie down in the sun<br />or to go away.<br /><br />I kneel like a beggar,<br />hands clasped:<br /><br />am I praying<br />or do I betray?<br /><br /><br />21.40<br />31/08/08Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-71638696083109192062008-12-12T16:42:00.000-08:002008-12-12T16:47:27.905-08:00Electric VocalPeaceness of evening near complete<br />against the electric vocal storm outside;<br /><br />melodies of some future scrape against<br />the slumber of the solemn night.<br /><br />I am ravenous for the invisible delight<br />of an opening like claws extended.<br /><br />12/12/08<br />00.46Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-39453725494240088242008-10-18T12:43:00.000-07:002008-10-18T12:50:37.122-07:00#1I want to dance with the great light<br />Of my being; shards of iridescent filaments<br />Spluttering and shooting like Aztec darts<br />From the blower’s breath.<br /><br />Yet I get these threads of alcohol plying<br />Their trade in my veins and evening ways.<br /><br />Out damn poison canals of sherry-wine blood.<br />Disperse – the warrior needs you no more.<br /><br />On towards the great tightrope; where<br />Life dangles like a honey stem<br />Over the abyss, and wind trickles.<br /><br /> 20.41<br /> 18/10/08Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-31285966340156961992008-10-10T03:48:00.000-07:002008-10-10T08:18:18.666-07:00The PassingThere's something that I'm not doing<br />Something that needs to be done.<br /><br />Like a melody left unsung<br />A dinner uncooked<br />Lips left untouched.<br /><br />As wind through trees does blow<br />So too I must find the true<br />Nature of my passing.<br /><br /><br />11.52<br />10/10/08<br /><br /><br />New collection of poetry available to <a href="http://kingsleydennis.com">download from here</a><br /><br />-Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-9465729838108382022008-09-26T15:41:00.000-07:002008-09-26T15:42:53.179-07:00A loving dropIf I have spilt a loving drop<br />from another human heart,<br /><br />I do this from a caring debt<br />to leave a chrysalis behind<br /><br />as catalyst to a birth of<br />some future butterfly.Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-17115968358542592462008-08-30T15:15:00.000-07:002008-08-30T15:20:39.300-07:00There IsThere is a pain, there is a love,<br />There is a rage, there is the dove.<br /><br />There is compassion.<br />There is frustration.<br />There is the knowing<br />And the whole unknowing.<br /><br />There are the stars shining<br />And the nights closing in.<br />There is the thankfulness<br />And there are the years ahead.<br /><br />There is the flow of love.<br />And all of the above.<br /><br />23.19<br />30/08/08Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-24225698736062195042008-08-28T02:38:00.000-07:002008-08-28T02:39:56.235-07:00ImperfectWe'll get it right in another life<br />if we don't get it right in this one.<br /><br />This is no excuse to stop loving<br />or to love the loving too much.<br /><br />There's a bigger picture waiting to be sown<br />through the threads of our imperfect embraces.<br /><br /><br />22.06<br />23/08/08Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225296.post-62806036455301808022008-08-19T07:59:00.000-07:002008-08-19T08:01:10.047-07:00UntitledWhen you sleep do you listen<br />to your breathing<br />like a star's internal fiery furnace?<br /><br />When I breath in and out,<br />out and in,<br />I am reminded of the way a breeze<br />carries along the scent of a flower<br />and disperses it like pollen.<br /><br /><br />19/01/08Kingsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283303257771410404noreply@blogger.com0