Poems
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Yellow and grey
Gold and ashes
Clattering noises
Make me alert
I desire the gold
But find nothing than ashes
Who told me that is gold?
And who said the noise
Is the rhythm of your life.
15.02.22
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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.
20.04.22
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This poem is coming from my novel ‘A Letter To Heaven’, chapter 4.
Black swan, black swan,
White’s heart is on run,
Don’t follow poisoned gales,
That wraps your mind in veils,
White can’t hear black’s voice,
It has made its choice,
With a twisted heart, it sinks in a river,
Where it feels no pain forever.
31.05.22
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This poem was quoted at Batley Library, Batley Poetry evening on 18/11/23
I am a song
Not a rock,
Sing me out,
Don’t roll me
Down the rock,
I am airy,
Not heavy,
I won’t take space
In your pocket.
11.06.23
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I cannot change you,
Spare parts these
They don’t produce
Anymore,
It’s better
If I let you go
The way you are.
08.06.23
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My life is
A river
With its turns
Sharp,
Waterfalls
So deep
I don’t mind
If I fail,
I let it
Take me wherever
It wants.
13.06.23
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This poem was quoted at Batley Library, Batley Poetry evening on 18/11/23
When the sun stops shining
Above my head
Hiding itself
Behind mindful clouds,
I take my heart
In my hands
And let it shine
Over me.
16.06.23
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I came naked
I can’t fake it,
And I’ll go naked,
I can’t take it,
All that I have
Is just a show
Before I go.
18.06.23
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Rather water
I take,
Not your love,
It’s too thick
When I drink it,
My throat
Goes thick,
Please,
Dilute it,
Otherwise
Keep me away
From it.
24.06.23
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I want to swim
In the cerulean sky,
They bring me memories
Of the Baltic sea,
I wish to dive
In them
And pick
All the stars
From cosmos
Blue universe
To bring them home.
26/11/23
Whispers of a tree
This poem is written for the Mayor of West Yorkshire - Tracy Bradin regarding Climate change encouraged by Friends of the Earth.
I inhale innocent clouds,
Contaminated
By human minds,
My roots grow
Into grounds
Affected
By human hands,
I twist my body
In and out,
And around,
Trying to get there,
Where I can breath
Fresh air.
30/11/23
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 informed
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
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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.
Your winds of North
Must not love me
My dear Great Wall,
They hold me tight
In their bony hands
Leading me away
From your mother’s
Loving heart.
23/12/23
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This poem comes from my book ‘A Letter to Heaven.’ Originally written on 12.02.22. 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 ‘A Letter To Heaven’, chapter 16.
I read it on Beehive Poetry evening at Josef's K Cafe in Bradford on 19/02/24.
My clear road goes hazy
When night falls over me
The moon casts light lazy
To make sure the road I see.
I think I walk on my own
To the place I call home
But angels are looking down
Leaving me not alone.
22.01.24
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This is a poem from my novel ‘A Letter To Heaven’, Chapter 18.
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.
06.02.24
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I created and read this poem in the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. 151 Haugh Shaw Road, Halifax/England
I tend to be
Not such blue,
But I can’t
Get rid of blue.
My mind is bright blue
Early mornings,
But it goes dark
When things get
Grumpy.
But it turns
Back bright blue
When time goes
By.
24/02/24
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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 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
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.
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
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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 09/03/24.
They say,
It’s a blue hour,
But is scattered
With pearls of silver and red gold,
Lined up
Into blue twisted ropes.
Endless colourful images,
Changing and lingering,
On massive canvas.
Trying to mince my brains,
Sky dark,
But glittering blue
With a damaged silver coin
On its chest,
Smoky clouds
Trying to contaminate
Its innocence,
Satellites,
Airplanes,
Spaceships
Are fighting for space
In the blue
Eternity.
09/03/24
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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 09/03/24.
Lay me into the blue sea,
Cover me with the endless sky,
Come into my dreams,
Sing me blue lullaby,
Before I fall asleep.
09/03/24
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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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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 day fades into the dusk
Becoming darker and harder
And suddenly it’s night.
I search for the vanilla stars. There is none
Tonight.
Thick indigo holds me tight.
It promises me safety.
I’m invisible now. Still terrified and alarmed
Being seen by somebody else like me.
The silver day will come.
23/03/24
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This poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s workshop in Halifax Kings Cross Library on 20/04/24
My breath comes back
Through rain and moist air.
It’s homesick
Longing to be in me
I breathe it in and out
Letting it re-enjoy adventure again.
20/04/24
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It was written at Gaia Holmes's workshop at Kings Cross Library, Halifax on 27/04/24.
I wrote it with unfinished stanzas as I learned a new way to write poems.
A few nights before I composed this poem I noticed that outside was a moon and I wrote about my experience seeing this beauty behind the hazy window.
I was awoken for no reason in the early hours
And I saw
Silver white moon through the frosted glass window
I opened it receiving fresh spring hair.
Every cloud has a silver lining
It’s interesting to know does the moon has one.
I try hard to open the window wider.
It resists protecting the moon from my eyes.
I observe the bleary circle.
People like to walk over your body
Considering seizing your treasures,
Bring them down to earth and get richer than they are.
Indeed,
I would do the same but with your blessing
I would treasure your gift
Placing it on the mantel.
That little still alien would talk to me.
We would talk about space and the earth.
I would show it how beautiful the earth can be.
I would it hear the TV and radio sounds,
Experience a water kettle boiling the water.
27/04/24
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The poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s workshop at King Cross Library, Halifax.
I read this poem at Rhubarb Poetry Night (70th Anniversary) at the pub Cultures, Saltaire, Bradford on 29/05/24
I walk in a glowing green forest
Listening to a story told by my grandad
about a fairy cat with a bag of caramel sweets wrapped in green paper
And magical dwarf who is not allowed to be bothered.
Take me to the blue city
Use your wings of endless love
Tell me there is never sorrow and fire
But we swim in melting sun
I want to believe in every word
Even if it’s a fairytale before I go to sleep.
This city makes me feel secure
Protected from evil spirits
Narrow steps and long steep staircases
Decorated with rainbow flowerpots
Makes this city to be alive
Taking me to the place of love.
04/05/24
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The poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s workshop at King Cross Library, Halifax. It is written in memories about a forest behind my grandparent's home in Preikuļi/Latvia
Blueberries is a door back to the 1980’s
The sun was bursting its golden rays over my head
No clouds swimming in the indigo sky
I returned to a forest where I disappeared into the kingdom of blueberries.
I was a king and lord, I was a saver and the most adored boy
Who could free blueberry plants from heavy their loads.
11/05/24
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This poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s poetry workshop at Kings Cross Library, Halifax.
I invented the blue smile
The smile you have to pay
If you want to have it
It has its bye-bye blue properties for indigo rainy days,
And you’re welcome blue emotions you want to keep them
Sky won’t be such blue as it used to be,
But it will be blue the way you wanted them to be
Framing around golden sun rays
Your black sadness will blend into Oxford blue, fading into ultramarine and aqua blues
Making you feel reborn again.
Your summer night eyes will see the things
At the same colours that will be never the same again.
18/05/24
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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