An Exciting Day: Foolish Poet Press Shop Launched

I am excited to say I am now officially a recognised author.  The Foolish Poet Press Shop is now Launched, with profits working to support good causes. My 2017 Christmas poem is released.  Above all today highlighted again how friendship is the glue that binds us all.

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The Purpose

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PRIVACY UPDATE JUNE 2018.  I have removed and deleted all names except authors.  I have also removed ability to subscribe and deleted all subscribers.  I already have all my friends e-mails and other means of sharing poems. BACK TO THE PURPOSE! With this site I will bring together various writings, quotes, and poems that interest me and that draw together the themes of my writing.  Rather than write in a conventional way I want to use this site to draw together all the themes of my writing into one full integrated whole.  It will be writing in it’s transparent rawness: at times incoherent how the threads hang together (like life), at times flowing and fully formed (like life).  Technology will aid it’s transparent form, which will also emerge with the writing. DEC 2017 UPDATE – ALL QUOTES AND POEMS WHICH REQUIRE PERMISSIONS FOR USE ARE NOW PASSWORD PROTECTED.  “Lawful behaviour is a lot more time consuming that reckless disregard.”  I now choose Lawful behaviour out of respect for my inspiring friends: the material will now only be available once appropriate permissions are approved or the material is available for free use.

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – VI – II

Thinking of God is to disobey the Lord,
Because God intended that we do not even know each other.
That is why he does not show to us …

Let us be simple and calm,
Like the streams and the trees,
And God will love-us-in making us
Beautiful like the trees and the streams,
And like the streams are streams,
And give us greenness in his springtime
And a river we can go to and bring this to an end …
And he will give us nothing more, because to give-us more would be to take-from-us.

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LIVE TRUTHFULLY

When in deepest love you seek an end,
But all are seen through ego’s dark light,
Stop and smell the grass, see the sky
And in that moment of majestic joy
Live.

Wallowing within false loves lost truths
Speaks only of what man reeks on man,
Negating her timeless, ever present, love
Which is found in seeing and hearing
Truthfully.

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – IV

This evening the thunder crashed
Down from the slopes of the sky
Like a huge boulder…
Like someone from a high window
Was shaking out a tablecloth,
And the crumbs, that fall all together,
Make some noise when they fall,
Rainfall is pouring from the sky
And darkening the views…

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – III

At dusk, leaning out of the window,
I know at a glance that there are fields ahead.
I begin to read until my eyes burn
A book by Cesário Verde.

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ECHOES OF MEMORY

To speak the truth, I think that people ought to be upset, …; I think that life is so important and, in its workings, so upsetting that nobody should be spared.

J.R. Ackerley to Stephen Spender – 1955

When the light of hope, in dreams, possesses a soul
There will be a time when they will come to pass, for
In those who seek the truth in every place of life,
And see beyond the places where she does not lay,
Are the echoes of memory, dreams waiting with patience,
Fully open to seize the moment when poetic words live.

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