Poems

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This poem was quoted at Batley Library, Batley Poetry evening on 18/11/23

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I am a song

 Not a rock,

 Sing me out,

 Don’t roll me

 Down a cliff,

 I am airy,

 Not heavy,

I won't take much space

In your pocket.

11.06.23

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Publishes as audio on Facebook.

My life has been a river since the very beginning

Streaming in the bosom of nature

Taking me through sudden and high waterfalls

Sharp turns and dried-out deserts

Trying to destroy its peaceful banks

Yet gentle and caring making careful turns,

Kind and soft holding me on its  glass still water

Through pitch-black nights.

13.06.23

The Voice of the Earth

This poem is written for the Mayor of West Yorkshire - Tracy Bradin regarding Climate change encouraged by Friends of the Earth.

 I read it on Beehive Poetry evening at Josef's K Cafe in Bradford on 19/02/24.

You twist my work,

My desires and wishes,

You drop poison

In my aged hands,

My mouth and face

Along my voice

Goes diformed

In shadows of humans.

30.11.23

The speech of the weather

This poem is written for the Mayor of West Yorkshire - Tracy Bradin regarding Climate change encouraged by Friends of the Earth.

One day

I'll give up,

One day,

I'll have enough,

My strength becomes weaker,

I won't be able

To protect,

And that day

Will be a day

Humans will beg me

To stop.

30.11.23

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I visited Beijing on 20 December 2023. It seemed so welcoming that I wrote a poem to this beautiful city.

 I read it on Beehive Poetry evening at Josef's K Cafe in Bradford on 15/04/24.

Hello Beijing,

You greet me

With ice

In your breath,

Your loving hands

Wrapped into

Golden sun rays

Stroked my head,

Welcoming me

To run free

In your endless maze.

22/12/23

Great Wall

I visited the Great Wall in China on 22nd December 2023 and decided to write a poem dedicated to it.

 I read it on Beehive Poetry evening at Josef's K Cafe in Bradford on 19/02/24.

 Published as audio on Instagram, YouTube, Threads and X on 04.01.25

Your winds of North

Must not love me

My dear Great Wall,

They capture me easily 

And hold me tight

in their skeleton hands

They are howling as hangry wolfs

Taking me away

From your mother’s loving heart.

23/12/23

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 02/03/24.

I read this poem at Rhubarb Poetry Night (70th Anniversary) at the pub Cultures, Saltaire, Bradford on 29/05/24

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He circled her

Whispering in blues,

Blue melody

Trees breezed

On a summer night

She melted in divine blue,

Blue moon

Witnessed

How blue they were

Scattering over them

Stars hammered in silver

Taking them out

Of his indigo pocket.

02/03/24

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 16/03/24.

I read it at Rhubarb Poetry night, at The Triangle pub, Shipley, Bradford, England on 27/03/34

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I see her smoky blue

Thin body frame

Standing in a high Gothic window

Casting a navy blue shadow

Over the silver floor,

She doesn’t want

My tenderly blue touch,

Her ice-blue mind

Wants stormy silence

In this smouldering blue hour,

I see

Snowy blue moon

behind her head,

She looks holy,

The clock on the wall

Is ticking 

Washing blue gold away.

Making us fear

Indigo is fading away.

16/03/24

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This poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s poetry workshop session at Kings Cross Library, Halifax.

Absolutely Yours - Poetry, Lyrics & Music, 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Beautiful poems & quotes, Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, Global poet & poetry, Igniting The Spark,  Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, Life through poetry & writing, On My Mind, Poems & Poetry, Poetry Autopsy, Poetry lover, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, Poetry world, Poets & Poetry Lovers, The hands on poem writers, The Love of Poetry, The Poetry Club, The Poetry Corner Official on 28/11/24.

I talk blue and indigo, 

I sing Oxford blue 

When my heart feels hurt 

And days are black instead of white

When my life seems wrapped into mist

Like oceans during early and sleepy mornings.

18/05/24

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This poem is published on the Igniting the Spark Facebook page.

I walk barefeet over green grass in early June morning.

It’s washing tiredness away with fresh silver morning dew

I feel reborn again. Sun is giving birth to a new day

Painting its sky in aquamarine, rolling up the smoky velvet from dozing trees.

 

I stretch my naked arm and scatter golden sun rays in the sleeping meadow.

Robins, blackbirds and thrushes feed my soul with their voices as

I feed them with my love,

 

My lungs are thirsty to recall Mother Earth

And I get on my knees on the black soil

In the nearby field

Grab a handful of rough ground to put close to my nose.

 

I inhale the fragrance of earth over and over again filling my body with innocence

Acknowledging that I have to be patient and wait

For Mother Earth to turn me pure.

24/05/24

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This poem comes from my book ‘A Letter to Heaven.’ Originally written on 12.02.22. 

I hold the sun in the universe

Spreading day across the earth

 When the night puts us asleep

 On my breast moon takes the lead

To send thirstiness into a vein

I’ll feed you with clear pure rain.

This is an edited version.

In the sky during the day

The golden sun I lay

The moon from my chest

In the night its silver light rest

I give you water from the rain

New strength for fighting thirstiness

To gain.

08/01/24

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This is a poem from my novel ‘Don't say goodbye', Chapter 18' on 06/02/24

 I read it on Beehive Poetry evening at Josef's K Cafe in Bradford on 15/04/24. 

Petals from pure gold

Made by the sun

My tired hands bold

Giving me fun.

The sky of rose pink

Spreads petals golden

Making my sadness sink

Freeing me from burden.

Again I can talk

My lips covered with smile

Now I can walk

Another endless mile.

My hands inhale a new breath

Holding petals of gold

Scattered in the air by white monks 

On an Indian summer day,

The rosy pink sky 

Cast mother hands warm sun rays 

Through a maze

Formed by snapped clouds

Melting my sadness into dazzling blue water  

Where I can wash my stone-heavy burden away,

Again every word I say comes as easy as a new day

Now I can walk with feather-light footsteps a mile 

Which seemed to be going to take all my life away.

08/02/25

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 24/02/24.

I read this poem at Serendipity poetry night, at Josef's K cafe, Bradford on 29/02/24.

I read it at Rhubarb Poetry night, at The Triangle pub, Shipley, Bradford, England on 27/03/34

Published on Facebook pages – 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Autopsy, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, The Love of Poetry on 05/11/24.

You are so blue

Moon out there,

So many stars

Surrounding you

Up there,

But there is none

To share

With.

So many people

Gather around me,

But there is nobody

To spare

With.

25.02.24

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 02/03/24.

Published on Facebook pages – Absolutely Yours - Poetry, Lyrics & Music 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Calls For Submission (Poetry, Art, Fiction), Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poems & Poetry, Poetry Autopsy, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, The Love of Poetry on 07/11/24.

Published on the Facebook page Poetry Contest on 08/11/24

I’ll bring you blue

My bower bird,

There won’t be reds

Or oranges to fight with,

I’ll heal your wounds

Wrapping them

Into warming

Blue words.

02/03/24

This poem was written after Beehive Poetry night at Josef's K cafe. I listened to an Iranian poetess Samar Shahdad two poems which she translated in English. She seemed to me so amazing poetess my poems appeared nothing against her poems in my understanding. So this poem came into my mind.  

I read it at Rhubarb Poetry Night, at The Triangle pub, Shipley, Bradford, England on 27/03/24 and in the Serendipity Extraordinary Ordinary anthology book launch at Lawrence Batley Theatre on 21/04/24.

I won’t be remembered as a poet here. I’ll be forgotten - quietly.

Sun will fade my name away and dust will cover its footprints.

They won’t read my poems. I wasn't famous here.

From pages where blue ink will leave evidence of my presence, 

They will make airplanes

And kites.

But maybe somebody will remember me 

As a guy who hung out with a kid 

Here.

Somebody might say, the boy was his son.

Famously named as Elvis.

I might be remembered sitting in a café’s corner

And talking to him in a foreign language.

I might be famous 

For a split of a second

In somebodies memory for letting Elvis

Wrap his little arms

Around my neck,

Putting his crumpled paper tissue,

Silver teaspoon and ruler

behind my terracotta jumper

While somebody else were reading their poems

Here.

18/03/24

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 23/03/24

My soul feels calm in this navy blue darkness

The silver moon casts its vanilla light in my dusty window.

I stare at it seeing images flashing from my past

And images from tomorrow.

Daylight scares me

It brings new troubles and worries.

I feel as if I’ll wake up on day which is gone again.

23/03/24

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This poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s poetry workshop at Kings Cross Library, Halifax.

This poem is published on the Igniting the Sparkle Facebook page 18/05/24.

I swam in a lake where water clang on me

It was slippery as ice on wintery streets

Confusing as situations when you get embarrassed  by

Unexpected actions.

 

The glowing sunset attempted to wash my distraction away

Holding me into its warm hugs. My friends’ happy voices,

Loud music from their open car

Tried to erase my puzzlement

It took an hour to get here by car through the city

Where my heart will stay forever

To be here again where my childhood

Memories are lingering in the air

My grandad used to sit in the thin layer of pale sand with his hat on 

To protect himself self from sunstrokes

Where green summer grass has memorised my footsteps,

Vague memory of cutting my foot with a piece of glass

Running into the warm lake water on a boiling hot summer day.

Where my brother and I played James Cook

Using a manual catamaran as our ship to discover other banks of the lake.

18/05/24

This poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s workshop at Kings Cross Library, Halifax.

It is published on the Igniting the Spark Facebook page on 25/05/24 and Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, and The Love of Poetry on 16/09/24.

Once in a blue moon, I was born

And I got a breath

I heard cuckoo's voice telling me

the dark clouds are approaching for the indigo sky to cry

Once in a blue moon, I was between the sky and the earth

I saw mountains wrapped in endless cotton candy

Before six o’clock morning on M75

I climbed a mountain where I wanted to be

And memorised the vast landscape under my feet.

25/05/24

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This poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s workshop at Kings Cross Library, Halifax.

 Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, and The Love of Poetry on 30/09/24.

I don’t know whether blue

Can turn my burning red dream

In blue.

 

I don’t know about blue,

Can it paint my desire in blue

That lingers in the beautiful innocent sky

As a colourless bird whose wings can be easily broken

By hard gales from any direction of the earth.

 

What I don’t know about blue,

Can it hear me

And

Is it mighty

Or it’s me who doesn't know about blue

There is no such a colour as blue.

01/06/24

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 Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, and The Love of Poetry on 13/09/24.

I asked the time

Where does it run?

It replied to me with raving engines of cars,

Clattering people's footsteps,

Voices of birds, the noise of the wind,

Moving clouds and shining sun in the sky.

I’m a river

That streams to the point

Where humans think

There is no return.

13/09/24

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 Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, and The Love of Poetry on 18/09/24.

Round butter white moon

Is standing 

Still,

Frozen,

Muted

As a button attached to the almost black sky

If I would not know

This is a moon

I would think it is a gate to a better life

I would climb the highest hill on the earth

And hold on stars

To enter it.

18/09/24

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Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, and The Love of Poetry on 20/09/24.

The stars lose their existence

When the silver moon casts its foggy light over them

Crawling high in the black universe

My life pauses when I fall into a deep sleep

And I lose the world

Till sunrise knocks on my bedroom window

Calling me out to breathe another day.

20/09/24

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Published on Facebook pages – 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, The Love of Poetry on 24/10/24.

Switch off the engine gently

When my vehicle reaches the end of its road,

Take me out safely

And bring me home quietly

The way the mist disappears

26/09/24

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Published on Facebook pages – 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, The Love of Poetry on 26/10/24.

A clock fingers

Crawl over seven o’clock morning,

Grey clouds peal off the steady sky

Landing on the dreamy alleys,

Streetlights still penetrate through

Cotton white blankets.

I see there is honey-sweet sleep

Still in your eyes.

 

Let's drink English breakfast tea

When the sun melts morning mist away.

08/10/24

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I washed the threshold of your home

With salted tears from my eyes

That never hurts

And gifted you flowers as gentle as my heart

I saw a crack in the colourless clouds  

Where you watched me 

From the cobalt blue sky

When I said goodbye,

You did not leave me

But accompanied me

Stroking my head with sunshine from the sky

Enclosing me in your arms with golden sunrays 

Making sure I have returned to the place

Where I feel safe. 

02/12/24

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I’m not pure

Anymore,

My existence

Is contaminated

By reality on the earth

Ever since I was touched

By a human thoughts.

01/12/24

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I shed light on you

My child,

Continuously and unconditionally

From the moment you were born

To remind you

You are not alone out there.

11/03/25