tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68787414702731893992024-02-20T19:00:12.835+00:00Spagphacious AeolotonyIt never fails to disappoint...Reginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comBlogger234125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-58354396937110215032012-01-14T16:48:00.000+00:002012-01-15T11:43:52.166+00:00tempus fugit<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">like grains of sand</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> or crumbled shale</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> a sea of faces</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> brave and hale</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> some future aeon's</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> sediment</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> crushed beneath</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> time's grinning veil</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> unremembered</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> those who spent</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">a worthless life</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> wind-whipped and bent</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> their cradles sold</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> for coffin wood</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> poor substitute</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> for board and rent</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> mortality</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> misunderstood</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> scarce seconds left</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> for making good</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> await your happy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> ends in vain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> unplanned unborn</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> they never stood</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> the signs ignored</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> with faint disdain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> the prematurely</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> ending reign</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> of those so negligent of scale</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> soon judged by history insane</span>Philip Damian-Grinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00219079634552209626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-40366261620724069172011-12-02T18:36:00.001+00:002011-12-02T18:36:53.323+00:00sola fidewater-worn and faceless, shingled kinsmen bank on me<br />
to hold at bay the heartless, roaring, raking, moon-drugged sea <br />
unbated, heaven's coronach defeats my homily<br />
my bretheren, soon abandoned, grind and grate in purgatoryReginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-87767483739596262182011-11-29T19:49:00.000+00:002011-11-29T19:49:05.559+00:00Late Leaveswooded hills with hooded eyes<br />
glance furtively at livid skies<br />
while east wind's cold and bony fingers<br />
pluck at autumn's frail disguise<br />
<br />
as lustre drains from emerald crowns<br />
the stars seek out the darkened downs<br />
they tiptoe through the brooding barrows <br />
warm their hands on sleepy townsReginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-56497431253121105942011-10-04T23:46:00.006+01:002012-01-15T19:37:34.581+00:00Summer Well<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">the faltering air<br />
warm syrup<br />
oozing<br />
over uncountable green fingers<br />
poking through the moss<br />
above the soft dark loam<br />
busy with ants<br />
<br />
below<br />
slow-dancing worms<br />
feasting in the labyrinths of the blind<br />
amid the pale tubers<br />
leafless<br />
inching though the soil<br />
unlit sunseekers<br />
following their hearts <br />
waylaid<br />
below the stones<br />
suspended <br />
like bubbles in the cool still earth<br />
<br />
three fathoms down<br />
lies the water<br />
clear turned starless black<br />
unsilvered<br />
mirroring the unseen<br />
inscrutable<br />
biding her time<br />
eyeing the sky</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> above her breathing hole<br />
a mouth of aging lime and clay<br />
heard whispering in corridors<br />
and abandoned places<br />
<br />
cold-skinned and malignant<br />
she lies quietly<br />
patiently<br />
eternally<br />
like a nightmare under the bed<br />
listening to me breathe<br />
willing me<br />
daring me<br />
to put down a single naked foot<br />
<br />
<br />
can no one save me?</span></div>Reginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-82285614454263909512011-09-24T08:01:00.003+01:002011-09-25T21:02:02.617+01:00Unsung Shales<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Slick obsidian panes incite the impish gurgling water</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(hurled a thunder-laden mile or more by heaven's fit of pique)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">to mirror some last dazzling drops of blood from Hera's dying daughter</span></div>
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">spilled at skypool's rim through butchered clouds where shards of fire still leak</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Corvid-skinned, the shadowed gables find vertiginous retreat</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(or is the gloss-winged ravens' short-lived fluttering a trick of light?)</span></div>
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">before they sleep with one eye open stretch their tails and find their feet</span></div>
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">ready to defend against the blindly stumbling night</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Below, the dripping gutter's brow on spindling trunks so far from earth</span></div>
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">clings fast with tooth and nail to sleeping walls whose dusky bricks re-dream</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">those heady days when long-dead kilns had spawned their calm and ordered birth</span></div>
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">unprepared for greatness in Victoria's mighty age of steam</span></div>
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Reginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-89244644340577168592011-09-23T21:49:00.001+01:002011-09-24T11:01:58.611+01:00faren welyour eyes now old, still clear and bright<br />
the body, toils of war made slight<br />
this hand I hold, tho' frail, yet warm and light<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
exchange no words of consequence<br />
against your gaze I've no defence<br />
our common loss becomes uncommon sense<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
the years between hold us in thrall<br />
we miss the night's last footsteps fall<br />
my friend, oh were you ever really here... at all?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
alone I watch the dawn igniteReginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-86079441349931578762011-08-31T00:59:00.000+01:002011-09-04T01:33:15.706+01:00RedemptionI sought my god above the clouds<br />
I shouted out<br />
and bent my knee<br />
I pushed my way through milling crowds<br />
But he didn't look at me<br />
<br />
I sought my god below the waves<br />
I cast my net<br />
expectantly<br />
I bought his stickers: "Jesus Saves"<br />
But he didn't rescue me<br />
<br />
I sought my god beside my bed<br />
A holy book,<br />
some fragrant tea<br />
I found his words and bowed my head<br />
But he didn't read to me<br />
<br />
Just beyond this trackless hill<br />
Lush meadow, stream,<br />
and willow tree<br />
in sunlit calm are waiting 'til<br />
I give up seeking me
Reginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-48284635029423402782011-08-02T19:14:00.000+01:002011-11-21T19:21:15.248+00:00FashionNew St Martin's grad<br />
Sequins for the brash and bold<br />
Diamante-cladReginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-1959946603580915232011-06-28T18:34:00.002+01:002011-06-28T23:06:20.200+01:00The Mollusc and the PebblePast mermaid's purse and bladderwrack<br />
she sails in on the Easter tide<br />
The oyster moon's night sky a-strew<br />
with cloud and wind-flung bric-a-brac<br />
<br />
Above her ghastly spectres glide,<br />
bloodthirsty eyes and raucous hue<br />
The shingles save her from attack<br />
below the pier's dark underside<br />
<br />
Safe anchorage just out of view<br />
amongst the gravelled grey and black<br />
With cobble'd consort by her side<br />
she stays and makes her home anew<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
They lived their life clasped back to back<br />
And when the fragile molusc died<br />
her pebble's flint heart split in two<br />
As sand they joined the living brackReginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-19511556178378322852011-06-13T23:39:00.006+01:002011-11-21T19:23:50.555+00:00Rain DropThe shivering of lustrous skin<br />
to grace the softness swelled<br />
<br />
A globe of luminosity<br />
from teeming heights compelled<br />
<br />
Now limpid pool suspended<br />
Now mother earth's intended<br />
<br />
against her soporific glow<br />
the rushing wind<br />
brings tarmac's <br />
sickening<br />
blow!<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Oh tiny perfect circle<br />
see your glassy wall revolve<br />
<br />
Hear your winded volley echo<br />
then into black dissolveReginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-10505185686459228252011-06-05T23:47:00.002+01:002011-09-24T13:35:40.402+01:00Fair Sport<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">the dead-eyed stars with stones for guts</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">hunt refugees, and dispossessed</span><br />
<div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>they silent march <br />
through fields of flies...</i></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">who leave the road to lick their cuts</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">while children trudge on, ten abreast</span><br />
<div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>ground down beneath<br /> carnassial skies...</i></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">a lucky few escape the ruts</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">to find the earth, oblivion-blessed.</span>Reginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-48191867599167482352011-05-21T19:15:00.001+01:002011-11-21T19:19:17.894+00:00ChatterbrainSilence of the dead<br />
And still the monkey chatters<br />
My timulted head!Reginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-50063063980814252502011-05-11T21:02:00.000+01:002011-05-13T21:43:13.759+01:00Muguet Des BoisWhile secretly the bluebells died<br />
in hidden glades just brushed with light<br />
The paschal arboretum's bride<br />
filled fragrant aisles with poisoned whiteReginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-34271818651954428882011-04-07T00:06:00.001+01:002011-09-07T00:07:41.422+01:00StandingBeneath me<br />
Pebbles congregate<br />
ExpectantlyReginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-18093023737404654692011-03-26T00:40:00.001+00:002011-04-13T22:49:23.336+01:00After MidnightThe viaduct's long shadows stalk the brambles and barbed wire<br />
Brick arches turned to molten glass beneath the moon's pale gyre<br />
A rising wind sends corrugated shivers through the mead<br />
Gently stirring vernal sleepers, stroking heads of silvered seed<br />
Humble fields of argil'd porcelain soft-swept with starlight fireReginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-64436536120844556472011-03-10T19:15:00.001+00:002011-11-21T19:20:10.957+00:00BrookMurmur'd rivulet<br />
Dusk-perfumed precipitate<br />
Kiss, embrace, forgetReginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-33468984988585562102011-02-15T19:16:00.001+00:002011-11-21T19:17:58.412+00:00King of the CastleDandelions are brave<br />
They have no fear of falling<br />
From gutter to graveReginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-74996198811817081882011-02-01T23:33:00.002+00:002011-11-21T19:28:03.901+00:00Luster LostThrough evening haze the wintry sun shines weak and cold<br />
Thin shards stretched far and low to fill my eyes with gold<br />
Freeze-framed and silent, fifty summers whisk away<br />
Seduced by light and cruelly tricked by evening's shadow-playReginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-54368791324176243612011-01-24T17:16:00.000+00:002011-01-24T17:16:10.996+00:00ComaShe slips from sleep to silence swirling deep and slow<br />
through eyes ajar sucks in the soft light's subtle glow<br />
enraptured mind drifts free of corpus sapiens<br />
dispassionately watched through sentience's lensReginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-91526539802385877442011-01-19T16:23:00.001+00:002011-01-19T18:53:43.128+00:00Still LifeLike drooping flowers, station lights<br />
breathe out upon the grimy trains<br />
Delicately, sepia'd nights<br />
birth yellow ghosts as moon's light wanesReginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-38132708510852672622011-01-06T18:23:00.002+00:002011-01-07T21:39:41.843+00:00geola thiccet<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">slow-sapped winter branches rake the darkly brooding sky</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">their spindly hands stand sentry over sylvan silhouettes</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the lichen-girt bark shivers as the northern winds slip by</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">thrusting toes beneath the earth, the spinney dozes and forgets</div>Reginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-10697855978511035872011-01-05T23:07:00.002+00:002011-01-06T00:33:11.265+00:00Contaminated<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Tho' cock's crow wakes the oil-streaked tract</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the sterile earth lies drained and cracked</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and dawn's first blush in vain, finds nature's children broken-backed</div>Reginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-6301506371638736132011-01-04T19:07:00.005+00:002011-01-05T04:41:37.820+00:00Hourglass<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My vast horizon slowly shrinks</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">above the unseen thief</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Built on sand my short life sinks</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">mere fleeting tenure's fief</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Oh darling Clepsydra, don't cry</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">your lacrimae are mine</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">With every tear I slowly die</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">my ebbing hours now brine</div>Reginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-16703458928217686282011-01-03T21:39:00.001+00:002011-01-03T21:39:59.017+00:00Carpet Mites<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dessicated snowflakes drift so skeletal and wan</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ephemerally moulted veils fine-spun as faerie's yarn</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Gloom's retreat crawls warmly swathed in sullied diamond dust</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Thus cloaked, foul hordes elude our eyes and vehement disgust</div>Reginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878741470273189399.post-87695616403700059932011-01-02T05:17:00.001+00:002011-06-17T22:49:09.688+01:00Whaled Beach<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A plain of broken bloodied teeth stretched out beside the dying sea</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">while foetid sewage gurgles over sand and bones uncertainly</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The swollen beach obscenely skinned like some unearthly amputee</div>Reginald Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02427403439108839536noreply@blogger.com