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.
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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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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